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[seirenspinel]

h-hi!

I'm completely obsessed with Tighnari (he's my main now) so.. may I ask you a Tighnari x reader x Cyno? if it's okay with you a smut would be perfect 🥺 i just need Tighnari spanking my ass while Cyno enjoys the view and who knows, join as well?

hit that mega slay button for the tighnari mains 🙏

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG OH MY WORD. this might be my longest piece honestly, good god.

also, ik this does not exactly follow the prompt perfectly but i had this idea in the middle of my anatomy midterm exam and i needed somewhere to put it so....this is what you're getting 😇 enjoy the plot and many words please

cyno and tighnari fuck and tighnari fucks you 👍 if you're not interested in that, scroll away. we support the lgbtabc community here ty

warnings: dom!cyno, switch!tighnari, switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration/fingering (reader and tighnari receiving ohoho), oral (reader receiving), a little biting, rough sex lol, condom/oil usage 🙏, praising, petnames, a little spanking, orgasm control

cyno gently brushed a hand through tighnari's hair, carding his fingers through the strands as the fennec leaned towards him, resting his head on his lap.

"i can't believe you actually got him to take a break." you murmured in awe as cyno's lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles. "you know, most people would be terrified to nap on the general mahamatra's lap."

"would you be?" cyno asked as you grinned, shaking your head as you continued to work on your report.

"not a chance. you might be all big and scary out in the desert, but all i see now is a big softie cuddling in a blanket." your eyes twinkled with mirth as cyno hummed.

"would you still cuddle me when i am that big scary guy out in the desert?" cyno teased.

you paused to ponder, tapping your finger on your chin. "definitely."

your idle chat seemed to stir tighnari, ears flicking on his head as he stretched out on the sofa. "what are you two going on about now?" he grumbled, sitting up.

"nothing. how was your nap?" you watched tighnari rub the sleepiness from his eyes stifling a yawn.

"actually pleasant for once. usually there's always something or other to come banging on my door to wake me up." cyno smiled a little at this, moving the blanket off to stand up. "where are you going?" tighnari asked with narrowed eyes.

"outside for some fresh air. you got so warm under the blanket, i thought i'd been transported back to the desert." cyno dodged tighnari's hand swatting out towards him, watching him step outside.

it was quiet for a moment as tighnari folded the knit blanket. you cleared your throat, setting your quill down. "you two are cute together."

"who? me and him?" tighnari scoffed, barely hiding his shock. "don't be ridiculous. cyno rarely ever visits. i'd beg to differ that he only visited because you're here." tighnari's eyes flitted over to yours as you pursed your lips, neck feeling warm.

"what makes you say that? besides you two were cuddling this whole time. you can't tell me anything." you watched tighnari's cheeks dust over with red as his ears went flat to his head.

"i heard you two the whole time, you know." tighnari shrugged, standing to put the blanket away. "regardless, i can tell when two people are flirting. you two are so obvious and yet so, so oblivious." he walked off to the kitchen, desperately seeking an excuse to escape that conversation, leaving you flustered at the desk.

you sighed, frustrated as you moved your papers aside. you originally came to visit tighnari with the hopes of finally confessing to him. you hadn't expected cyno to plan a visit at the same time.

you didn't expect to rekindle the attraction you felt for cyno the last time you had seen him.

but it was obvious that they had feelings for one another anyways, so what chance did you have with either one of them? "ahh, stupid, stupid." you lightly smacked your forehead, internally chastising yourself for getting into this predicament.

you let your head flop onto your hand, staring at the lampshade. "what am i gonna do?" you mumbled to yourself, letting your free hand play with the feathers on the quill.

cyno leaned against the doorframe silently, listening in unbeknownst to you, knowing tighnari was doing the same thing in the kitchen.

cyno and tighnari were not unfamiliar with midnight trysts and weekends spent hidden away from the desert in tighnari's comfortable forest home.

though the topic of you always managed to come up, tighnari nervous to confess, afraid that he would ruin your friendship. cyno was simply concerned that you would find the idea of sharing a relationship with two men undesirable.

cyno's observant ruby eyes narrowed as he watched tighnari return from the kitchen with a kettle full of tea.

you raised your head to look at the man, hands shaky as he set the kettle down. "i um, thought you both might be thirsty, so i brewed some tea. you're welcome to have some if you'd like." he offered politely, and you accepted as expected.

tighnari pulled two cups from the cabinet, filling them up to the brim with the bitter smelling tea, sliding the newly purchased sugar pot towards you.

"sugar?" you asked, curiously as tighnari's face turned pink.

"you always complain that my tea isn't sweet enough, and i wouldn't want you to have to drink bitter tea all the time."

"i don't even visit that often, will this sugar really last that long?" you arched your eyebrows.

"well, maybe it's my way of saying that you should come around more often." tighnari forced out quickly, watching your eyes grow wide. your cheeks felt warm to the touch as you accidentally dropped the sugar spoon on the table. "careful!" tighnari reached forward to grab it as you suddenly covered his hand with your own.

"do you...do you really mean that?" you timidly mumbled as tighnari's tail thumped against the carpet, giving away how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

"as long as that's a good thing, then yes. if not, just forget i said it, because i know it's just ridiculous of me to say that and-"

you cut him off by pressing your palms to his cheeks, gently cradling his face. "tighnari, i've had a massive crush on you for like forever."

tighnari's lips fell open in a silent gasp as you leaned towards him across the table, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

cyno watched still from the door, eager to see where this would lead. he was curious when you would ask-

"but what about cyno?" you commented.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, come on. i know you two are a thing." tighnari began to speak, though you cut him off. "don't deny it. not with me, you know i know you."

tighnari seemed uncomfortable as he played with his fingers underneath the table. "it's a bit...complicated. we are together, yes, but i was afraid of confessing because i didn't know how you would see the idea of being in a relationship with both of us."

"both of you? but, cyno likes you, not me. that's just-"

"he's right." cyno finally stepped in, closing the door behind him as you fell silent. "it's been unbearably difficult to lie to your face. i tried dropping hints all the time, but you never picked them up. just like all those dirty clothes on your floor." his expression remained stoic as tighnari rolled his eyes.

"so...just to clarify. you both are in a relationship-" you paused as cyno nodded. "but you still like me? how does that even work?"

"it's like this." cyno sat down next to you, putting his helmet off to the side. "of course tighnari and i are very happy together." he reached across the table, gesturing for tighnari to hold his hand. the fennec man begrudgingly interlaced his fingers with the general, earning him a rare smile.

"but?"

"but, we would be happier with you too." cyno held his other hand out towards you, motioning for you to take it. you gingerly placed your palm in his, allowing him to link your fingers together. "it would be more complete."

"don't they say three is a crowd?" you frowned as tighnari leaned forward, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"not if they're the people closest to your heart." tighnari hummed as you looked down at your lap, shyness overtaking you as your face felt like it was on fire. oh, you needed to cool down right now.

cyno ran his thumb over your knuckles, feeling you grip his hand a little tighter.

the feeling of his skin against yours, even the slightest touch had you rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly, shifting where you sat on your knees on the carpet. tighnari's tongue darted out to wet his lips as cyno's eyes flitted between the both of you.

"i'll tell you what, i have a fun little game for us to play, hm? it's a usual secret fantasy of tighnari's. if you're up for it, of course." cyno unlinked your fingers to carefully grip your chin, tilting it to meet his gaze.

your lips parted as you nodded, eyes going glassy when his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. he leaned in towards you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "i want the both of you to put on a little show for me, hm? do you think you can manage that?"

you nodded, heart racing as cyno pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, chuckling softly to himself. tighnari watched the both of you, ears twitching on his head as he felt his pants growing the slightest bit tighter.

your gaze switched over to tighnari, slowly standing with cyno's assistance as he guided you both to tighnari's private quarters.

the bed was large enough for the three of you easily, though it seemed cyno had opted instead to pull an armchair over to the corner of the room, watching tighnari gently pull you onto his lap on the bed.

he placed his hands on the sides of your face, leaning in to allow your noses to touch. "may i?"

"yes." you barely breathed the word out before tighnari pushed forward, melding your lips as your heavy eyes shut, leaning towards him.

it wasn't long before the kiss turned heated, his tongue swiping over your lips and hands snaking under your shirt to grip your hips.

you could feel him moving you slowly on his lap, grinding against you as you whined. "shh, don't be so impatient." tighnari cooed, moving a hand to stroke the side of your face lovingly.

you continued to push against him, causing a low growl to build up in his chest as he suddenly landed a slap on your clothed ass, making you jump in shock. "tighnari-" your eyes were blown wide, lust clouding the color. you had never seen this side of the forest ranger before.

tighnari gripped your chin firmer this time. "i will not repeat myself again, my dear. behave for me."

you allowed tighnari to continue pressing feverish kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbones until cyno intruded. "as perfect as this is, i think i'd like to see something a little more...well less. on both of you." cyno commented, though it was more of an order as tighnari immediately began undressing the both of you, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

you had no time to feel shy as tighnari pulled all of his intricate layers and accessories off, giving both you and cyno a rather enticing show.

it surprised you, however, when tighnari went fully nude, tossing his undergarments in cyno's direction with a sassy smirk as your eyes went wide.

you couldn't help but stare. he was just so pretty.

"you too, sweetheart." cyno gestured towards you as you tried to object, but tighnari's hands were already pulling your undergarments off, peeling your panties down your legs.

you averted your eyes as tighnari stared at you. he couldn't help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your clit.

you jumped, gasping at the sudden stimulation as tighnari smiled against your pussy. "tighnari-" you watched as he fully dropped to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and draping your knees over his shoulders.

cyno leaned forward, seeking a better view as tighnari lightly lapped over your folds a few times, spreading your slick across your cunt as you whined, body going stiff.

tighnari's ears pressed back against his scalp as he circled your clit slowly, pressing tender, wet kisses to your skin, occasionally traveling to your inner thighs and back. your hands itched to grip his hair as he slid his tongue over your hole, collecting more of your slick, smearing it over his lips and nose tip.

your back arched as tighnari continued to lick across your pussy, humming into your folds and feeling you jolt, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "fuck-" you sighed, feeling your orgasm slowly building.

that was the moment cyno decided to stop you, gently placing his hand on tighnari's head, tugging his head back as he released a whiny moan. his lips were shiny with your slick, eyes glassy as he stared back at cyno.

"go ahead and get on the bed for me." cyno told him, watching him slowly stand, knees red from kneeling on the hardwood floors. you moved further up the bed to accommodate the man who crawled on his hands and knees.

you watched curiously as tighnari arched his back, pressing his chest into the bedsheets and waiting with bated breath as cyno observed him, slowly stripping himself in front of them both.

he originally decided to wear a sweater tighnari had purchased for him some time ago, not used to the chilly and moist forest air.

cyno's body was slowly revealed to you and tighnari, his toned chest, leading down to his stomach and the slight patch of white hair below his navel making your mouth water.

"go ahead and keep doing what you were, tighnari." he ordered as tighnari suddenly pulled you forwards, burying his head back in your cunt, feeling you keen against him. "where's the oil?" tighnari's tail suddenly started swishing at that question.

"left dresser, top drawer in the very back." tighnari answered seamlessly, raising two of his fingers to slide through your folds and collect your wetness before probing one around your hole.

he slowly eased it into you, feeling you tense up as he pressed kisses to your clit and thighs. "shh, be good for me, you can take it." tighnari softly whispered into your thigh, feeling you slowly relax, eyes closing as tighnari slowly moved the digit, allowing you to become accustomed to the intrusion.

tighnari's ears perked up at the sound of the oil bottle clicking as cyno poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil up.

tighnari shook his hips to the sides a bit in anticipation as he carefully slid another finger into you, lapping over your clit to ease the pain of the stretch.

you were babbling nonsense, eyes now open to watch cyno position himself behind tighnari, hands spreading his thighs open further and pushing his chest down into the bed. cyno was just as powerful here as he was on the battlefield, clearly observed as he maneuvered tighnari to his liking.

he gently swiped his finger over tighnaris half-hard cock, feeling it twitch under his touch before bringing his fingers over his hole, slowly circling the rim. he heard tighnari gasp when cyno slowly pushed in, teasing him again and again.

tighnari carefully scissored his fingers inside of you, hoping to stretch you open to better take his cock as you whimpered.

cyno focused on oiling tighnari's hole up, gently pressing a finger of his own into him, stroking his tail with the other hand as tighnari whined into your pussy, fingers stopping for a moment as he became accustomed to the feeling.

"cyno-" tighnari whined as cyno suddenly slapped his thigh.

"focus on what you're doing." cyno warned as tighnari huffed, moving his fingers again, putting all of his concentration back into pleasuring you.

you were close, slightly shaking as tighnari's fingers scraped over your g-spot. "fuck, tighnari, tighnari, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, come on." tighnari urged, speeding up his motions as cyno slowed to allow him to fully focus.

cyno moved his free hand to his own cock, slowly stroking himself with the excess oil, grunting as he watched you release over tighnari's digits and tongue, gently fucking his fingers into you and allowing you to ride out your high.

you trembled on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. tighnari's head fell forward, leaning on your thigh as cyno started moving the digits in his hole again, stretching him out and searching for his prostate.

cyno smirked once he found it, abusing it by continuing to put pressure on it until tighnari was arching deeply on his own, moaning out garbles of cyno's name and pleas. "cyno, cyno, please, please, let me- please!"

you pondered if this was a usual occurrence between them, observing cyno withdraw his fingers as tighnari cried out frustrated. "cyno, that's not fair." he huffed.

"life's not fair. besides, don't you want to fulfill that fantasy, sweetheart?" he leaned down to kiss tighnari's cheek before standing to grab condoms from the drawer that contained the oil.

he ripped the packaging open with his teeth, sliding one on his own dick before tossing the other to tighnari who opened it with his fingers.

tighnari pulled a pillow under your hips as you wiggled around, still sensitive from your orgasm as you felt his tip at your entrance. "ready?" he asked as you nodded.

"please." you gazed up at him, feeling him lean to connect your lips while he pushed into you.

you gasped, lips opening and allowing tighnari to slip his tongue into your mouth. you both sighed as tighnari slowly stretched you out, hands gripping at the sheets and eyes shutting tight as he kept his hands pressed to your hips.

"so good, so tight." he moaned out, grinding his cock up into you, giving you ample time to adjust until you moved your hips against his.

as soon as you started begging for him, he began fucking you with more fervor, watching your body bounce as his hips snapped against yours.

you called out his name, eyes glazed over as he worried his lip between his teeth, fucking you like it was his life's purpose.

the second he found your g-spot, he knew by your reaction, feeling your body shake from the overstimulation against the area as he began abusing the spot similar to how cyno treated him as you practically screamed. tighnari immediately connected your lips to quiet you.

cyno watched the both of you, slowly stroking his cock, pleased to see tighnari making you fall apart so effortlessly as he moved to brush hair away from your sweaty faces, pressing kisses to the crown of both of your heads.

you barely had time to warn tighnari about this orgasm, head whipping back as you clenched around him, coming hard and feeling tighnari almost collapse onto you as he shuddered.

"archons-" he softly sobbed as he struggled to hold off his orgasm, refusing to come until he had cyno's permission.

tighnari slowly slid his dick out, painfully hard as cyno stroked his cheek. "good boy, such a good boy for me." his words were fuzzy to both yours and tighnari's ears as he praised the fennec man who let a lazy smile spread over his face. "i think you've more than earned your reward." he positioned himself behind tighnari, watching him collapse onto you to present himself to cyno.

tighnari stiffened as cyno pressed into him, body shaking on you as his hard dick rubbed against your thighs. you gently stroked his hair, cooing at him softly in your post-orgasm bliss as tighnari was reduced to a whiny, trembling mess, desperate to come.

cyno gave him a moment to adjust to the thickness before grinding up into him, watching him arch a little more and wiggle his hips as he gripped his tail, stroking the fur and fucking his hips against him. his heavy balls smacked against tighnari's ass, cock bobbing against your thighs as he shook with every thrust.

"good boy, so good." you smiled down at tighnari who stared up at you with glassy eyes. you were shocked at what a mess cyno could make of the normally oh so composed tighnari. you were indeed intrigued to see more of this side of the forest watcher.

"oh, please, please, come, can i? can i come, cyno, please?" tighnari begged, feeling cyno grind into his prostate. "cyno!" he whined, high pitched as cyno hummed.

"come for me." cyno answered. and oh, tighnari did. another deep grind to his prostate and your thighs rubbing against his dick had him coming into the condom wrapped around his dick, completely collapsing into the mattress as cyno continued to fuck him.

"cyno- no more."

"you know how this goes, honey." cyno leaned down. "you can come, if i let you, but that doesn't mean we're done, my sweet prince."

[seirenspinel]

h-hi!

I'm completely obsessed with Tighnari (he's my main now) so.. may I ask you a Tighnari x reader x Cyno? if it's okay with you a smut would be perfect 🥺 i just need Tighnari spanking my ass while Cyno enjoys the view and who knows, join as well?

hit that mega slay button for the tighnari mains 🙏

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG OH MY WORD. this might be my longest piece honestly, good god.

also, ik this does not exactly follow the prompt perfectly but i had this idea in the middle of my anatomy midterm exam and i needed somewhere to put it so....this is what you're getting 😇 enjoy the plot and many words please

cyno and tighnari fuck and tighnari fucks you 👍 if you're not interested in that, scroll away. we support the lgbtabc community here ty

warnings: dom!cyno, switch!tighnari, switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration/fingering (reader and tighnari receiving ohoho), oral (reader receiving), a little biting, rough sex lol, condom/oil usage 🙏, praising, petnames, a little spanking, orgasm control

cyno gently brushed a hand through tighnari's hair, carding his fingers through the strands as the fennec leaned towards him, resting his head on his lap.

"i can't believe you actually got him to take a break." you murmured in awe as cyno's lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles. "you know, most people would be terrified to nap on the general mahamatra's lap."

"would you be?" cyno asked as you grinned, shaking your head as you continued to work on your report.

"not a chance. you might be all big and scary out in the desert, but all i see now is a big softie cuddling in a blanket." your eyes twinkled with mirth as cyno hummed.

"would you still cuddle me when i am that big scary guy out in the desert?" cyno teased.

you paused to ponder, tapping your finger on your chin. "definitely."

your idle chat seemed to stir tighnari, ears flicking on his head as he stretched out on the sofa. "what are you two going on about now?" he grumbled, sitting up.

"nothing. how was your nap?" you watched tighnari rub the sleepiness from his eyes stifling a yawn.

"actually pleasant for once. usually there's always something or other to come banging on my door to wake me up." cyno smiled a little at this, moving the blanket off to stand up. "where are you going?" tighnari asked with narrowed eyes.

"outside for some fresh air. you got so warm under the blanket, i thought i'd been transported back to the desert." cyno dodged tighnari's hand swatting out towards him, watching him step outside.

it was quiet for a moment as tighnari folded the knit blanket. you cleared your throat, setting your quill down. "you two are cute together."

"who? me and him?" tighnari scoffed, barely hiding his shock. "don't be ridiculous. cyno rarely ever visits. i'd beg to differ that he only visited because you're here." tighnari's eyes flitted over to yours as you pursed your lips, neck feeling warm.

"what makes you say that? besides you two were cuddling this whole time. you can't tell me anything." you watched tighnari's cheeks dust over with red as his ears went flat to his head.

"i heard you two the whole time, you know." tighnari shrugged, standing to put the blanket away. "regardless, i can tell when two people are flirting. you two are so obvious and yet so, so oblivious." he walked off to the kitchen, desperately seeking an excuse to escape that conversation, leaving you flustered at the desk.

you sighed, frustrated as you moved your papers aside. you originally came to visit tighnari with the hopes of finally confessing to him. you hadn't expected cyno to plan a visit at the same time.

you didn't expect to rekindle the attraction you felt for cyno the last time you had seen him.

but it was obvious that they had feelings for one another anyways, so what chance did you have with either one of them? "ahh, stupid, stupid." you lightly smacked your forehead, internally chastising yourself for getting into this predicament.

you let your head flop onto your hand, staring at the lampshade. "what am i gonna do?" you mumbled to yourself, letting your free hand play with the feathers on the quill.

cyno leaned against the doorframe silently, listening in unbeknownst to you, knowing tighnari was doing the same thing in the kitchen.

cyno and tighnari were not unfamiliar with midnight trysts and weekends spent hidden away from the desert in tighnari's comfortable forest home.

though the topic of you always managed to come up, tighnari nervous to confess, afraid that he would ruin your friendship. cyno was simply concerned that you would find the idea of sharing a relationship with two men undesirable.

cyno's observant ruby eyes narrowed as he watched tighnari return from the kitchen with a kettle full of tea.

you raised your head to look at the man, hands shaky as he set the kettle down. "i um, thought you both might be thirsty, so i brewed some tea. you're welcome to have some if you'd like." he offered politely, and you accepted as expected.

tighnari pulled two cups from the cabinet, filling them up to the brim with the bitter smelling tea, sliding the newly purchased sugar pot towards you.

"sugar?" you asked, curiously as tighnari's face turned pink.

"you always complain that my tea isn't sweet enough, and i wouldn't want you to have to drink bitter tea all the time."

"i don't even visit that often, will this sugar really last that long?" you arched your eyebrows.

"well, maybe it's my way of saying that you should come around more often." tighnari forced out quickly, watching your eyes grow wide. your cheeks felt warm to the touch as you accidentally dropped the sugar spoon on the table. "careful!" tighnari reached forward to grab it as you suddenly covered his hand with your own.

"do you...do you really mean that?" you timidly mumbled as tighnari's tail thumped against the carpet, giving away how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

"as long as that's a good thing, then yes. if not, just forget i said it, because i know it's just ridiculous of me to say that and-"

you cut him off by pressing your palms to his cheeks, gently cradling his face. "tighnari, i've had a massive crush on you for like forever."

tighnari's lips fell open in a silent gasp as you leaned towards him across the table, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

cyno watched still from the door, eager to see where this would lead. he was curious when you would ask-

"but what about cyno?" you commented.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, come on. i know you two are a thing." tighnari began to speak, though you cut him off. "don't deny it. not with me, you know i know you."

tighnari seemed uncomfortable as he played with his fingers underneath the table. "it's a bit...complicated. we are together, yes, but i was afraid of confessing because i didn't know how you would see the idea of being in a relationship with both of us."

"both of you? but, cyno likes you, not me. that's just-"

"he's right." cyno finally stepped in, closing the door behind him as you fell silent. "it's been unbearably difficult to lie to your face. i tried dropping hints all the time, but you never picked them up. just like all those dirty clothes on your floor." his expression remained stoic as tighnari rolled his eyes.

"so...just to clarify. you both are in a relationship-" you paused as cyno nodded. "but you still like me? how does that even work?"

"it's like this." cyno sat down next to you, putting his helmet off to the side. "of course tighnari and i are very happy together." he reached across the table, gesturing for tighnari to hold his hand. the fennec man begrudgingly interlaced his fingers with the general, earning him a rare smile.

"but?"

"but, we would be happier with you too." cyno held his other hand out towards you, motioning for you to take it. you gingerly placed your palm in his, allowing him to link your fingers together. "it would be more complete."

"don't they say three is a crowd?" you frowned as tighnari leaned forward, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"not if they're the people closest to your heart." tighnari hummed as you looked down at your lap, shyness overtaking you as your face felt like it was on fire. oh, you needed to cool down right now.

cyno ran his thumb over your knuckles, feeling you grip his hand a little tighter.

the feeling of his skin against yours, even the slightest touch had you rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly, shifting where you sat on your knees on the carpet. tighnari's tongue darted out to wet his lips as cyno's eyes flitted between the both of you.

"i'll tell you what, i have a fun little game for us to play, hm? it's a usual secret fantasy of tighnari's. if you're up for it, of course." cyno unlinked your fingers to carefully grip your chin, tilting it to meet his gaze.

your lips parted as you nodded, eyes going glassy when his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. he leaned in towards you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "i want the both of you to put on a little show for me, hm? do you think you can manage that?"

you nodded, heart racing as cyno pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, chuckling softly to himself. tighnari watched the both of you, ears twitching on his head as he felt his pants growing the slightest bit tighter.

your gaze switched over to tighnari, slowly standing with cyno's assistance as he guided you both to tighnari's private quarters.

the bed was large enough for the three of you easily, though it seemed cyno had opted instead to pull an armchair over to the corner of the room, watching tighnari gently pull you onto his lap on the bed.

he placed his hands on the sides of your face, leaning in to allow your noses to touch. "may i?"

"yes." you barely breathed the word out before tighnari pushed forward, melding your lips as your heavy eyes shut, leaning towards him.

it wasn't long before the kiss turned heated, his tongue swiping over your lips and hands snaking under your shirt to grip your hips.

you could feel him moving you slowly on his lap, grinding against you as you whined. "shh, don't be so impatient." tighnari cooed, moving a hand to stroke the side of your face lovingly.

you continued to push against him, causing a low growl to build up in his chest as he suddenly landed a slap on your clothed ass, making you jump in shock. "tighnari-" your eyes were blown wide, lust clouding the color. you had never seen this side of the forest ranger before.

tighnari gripped your chin firmer this time. "i will not repeat myself again, my dear. behave for me."

you allowed tighnari to continue pressing feverish kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbones until cyno intruded. "as perfect as this is, i think i'd like to see something a little more...well less. on both of you." cyno commented, though it was more of an order as tighnari immediately began undressing the both of you, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

you had no time to feel shy as tighnari pulled all of his intricate layers and accessories off, giving both you and cyno a rather enticing show.

it surprised you, however, when tighnari went fully nude, tossing his undergarments in cyno's direction with a sassy smirk as your eyes went wide.

you couldn't help but stare. he was just so pretty.

"you too, sweetheart." cyno gestured towards you as you tried to object, but tighnari's hands were already pulling your undergarments off, peeling your panties down your legs.

you averted your eyes as tighnari stared at you. he couldn't help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your clit.

you jumped, gasping at the sudden stimulation as tighnari smiled against your pussy. "tighnari-" you watched as he fully dropped to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and draping your knees over his shoulders.

cyno leaned forward, seeking a better view as tighnari lightly lapped over your folds a few times, spreading your slick across your cunt as you whined, body going stiff.

tighnari's ears pressed back against his scalp as he circled your clit slowly, pressing tender, wet kisses to your skin, occasionally traveling to your inner thighs and back. your hands itched to grip his hair as he slid his tongue over your hole, collecting more of your slick, smearing it over his lips and nose tip.

your back arched as tighnari continued to lick across your pussy, humming into your folds and feeling you jolt, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "fuck-" you sighed, feeling your orgasm slowly building.

that was the moment cyno decided to stop you, gently placing his hand on tighnari's head, tugging his head back as he released a whiny moan. his lips were shiny with your slick, eyes glassy as he stared back at cyno.

"go ahead and get on the bed for me." cyno told him, watching him slowly stand, knees red from kneeling on the hardwood floors. you moved further up the bed to accommodate the man who crawled on his hands and knees.

you watched curiously as tighnari arched his back, pressing his chest into the bedsheets and waiting with bated breath as cyno observed him, slowly stripping himself in front of them both.

he originally decided to wear a sweater tighnari had purchased for him some time ago, not used to the chilly and moist forest air.

cyno's body was slowly revealed to you and tighnari, his toned chest, leading down to his stomach and the slight patch of white hair below his navel making your mouth water.

"go ahead and keep doing what you were, tighnari." he ordered as tighnari suddenly pulled you forwards, burying his head back in your cunt, feeling you keen against him. "where's the oil?" tighnari's tail suddenly started swishing at that question.

"left dresser, top drawer in the very back." tighnari answered seamlessly, raising two of his fingers to slide through your folds and collect your wetness before probing one around your hole.

he slowly eased it into you, feeling you tense up as he pressed kisses to your clit and thighs. "shh, be good for me, you can take it." tighnari softly whispered into your thigh, feeling you slowly relax, eyes closing as tighnari slowly moved the digit, allowing you to become accustomed to the intrusion.

tighnari's ears perked up at the sound of the oil bottle clicking as cyno poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil up.

tighnari shook his hips to the sides a bit in anticipation as he carefully slid another finger into you, lapping over your clit to ease the pain of the stretch.

you were babbling nonsense, eyes now open to watch cyno position himself behind tighnari, hands spreading his thighs open further and pushing his chest down into the bed. cyno was just as powerful here as he was on the battlefield, clearly observed as he maneuvered tighnari to his liking.

he gently swiped his finger over tighnaris half-hard cock, feeling it twitch under his touch before bringing his fingers over his hole, slowly circling the rim. he heard tighnari gasp when cyno slowly pushed in, teasing him again and again.

tighnari carefully scissored his fingers inside of you, hoping to stretch you open to better take his cock as you whimpered.

cyno focused on oiling tighnari's hole up, gently pressing a finger of his own into him, stroking his tail with the other hand as tighnari whined into your pussy, fingers stopping for a moment as he became accustomed to the feeling.

"cyno-" tighnari whined as cyno suddenly slapped his thigh.

"focus on what you're doing." cyno warned as tighnari huffed, moving his fingers again, putting all of his concentration back into pleasuring you.

you were close, slightly shaking as tighnari's fingers scraped over your g-spot. "fuck, tighnari, tighnari, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, come on." tighnari urged, speeding up his motions as cyno slowed to allow him to fully focus.

cyno moved his free hand to his own cock, slowly stroking himself with the excess oil, grunting as he watched you release over tighnari's digits and tongue, gently fucking his fingers into you and allowing you to ride out your high.

you trembled on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. tighnari's head fell forward, leaning on your thigh as cyno started moving the digits in his hole again, stretching him out and searching for his prostate.

cyno smirked once he found it, abusing it by continuing to put pressure on it until tighnari was arching deeply on his own, moaning out garbles of cyno's name and pleas. "cyno, cyno, please, please, let me- please!"

you pondered if this was a usual occurrence between them, observing cyno withdraw his fingers as tighnari cried out frustrated. "cyno, that's not fair." he huffed.

"life's not fair. besides, don't you want to fulfill that fantasy, sweetheart?" he leaned down to kiss tighnari's cheek before standing to grab condoms from the drawer that contained the oil.

he ripped the packaging open with his teeth, sliding one on his own dick before tossing the other to tighnari who opened it with his fingers.

tighnari pulled a pillow under your hips as you wiggled around, still sensitive from your orgasm as you felt his tip at your entrance. "ready?" he asked as you nodded.

"please." you gazed up at him, feeling him lean to connect your lips while he pushed into you.

you gasped, lips opening and allowing tighnari to slip his tongue into your mouth. you both sighed as tighnari slowly stretched you out, hands gripping at the sheets and eyes shutting tight as he kept his hands pressed to your hips.

"so good, so tight." he moaned out, grinding his cock up into you, giving you ample time to adjust until you moved your hips against his.

as soon as you started begging for him, he began fucking you with more fervor, watching your body bounce as his hips snapped against yours.

you called out his name, eyes glazed over as he worried his lip between his teeth, fucking you like it was his life's purpose.

the second he found your g-spot, he knew by your reaction, feeling your body shake from the overstimulation against the area as he began abusing the spot similar to how cyno treated him as you practically screamed. tighnari immediately connected your lips to quiet you.

cyno watched the both of you, slowly stroking his cock, pleased to see tighnari making you fall apart so effortlessly as he moved to brush hair away from your sweaty faces, pressing kisses to the crown of both of your heads.

you barely had time to warn tighnari about this orgasm, head whipping back as you clenched around him, coming hard and feeling tighnari almost collapse onto you as he shuddered.

"archons-" he softly sobbed as he struggled to hold off his orgasm, refusing to come until he had cyno's permission.

tighnari slowly slid his dick out, painfully hard as cyno stroked his cheek. "good boy, such a good boy for me." his words were fuzzy to both yours and tighnari's ears as he praised the fennec man who let a lazy smile spread over his face. "i think you've more than earned your reward." he positioned himself behind tighnari, watching him collapse onto you to present himself to cyno.

tighnari stiffened as cyno pressed into him, body shaking on you as his hard dick rubbed against your thighs. you gently stroked his hair, cooing at him softly in your post-orgasm bliss as tighnari was reduced to a whiny, trembling mess, desperate to come.

cyno gave him a moment to adjust to the thickness before grinding up into him, watching him arch a little more and wiggle his hips as he gripped his tail, stroking the fur and fucking his hips against him. his heavy balls smacked against tighnari's ass, cock bobbing against your thighs as he shook with every thrust.

"good boy, so good." you smiled down at tighnari who stared up at you with glassy eyes. you were shocked at what a mess cyno could make of the normally oh so composed tighnari. you were indeed intrigued to see more of this side of the forest watcher.

"oh, please, please, come, can i? can i come, cyno, please?" tighnari begged, feeling cyno grind into his prostate. "cyno!" he whined, high pitched as cyno hummed.

"come for me." cyno answered. and oh, tighnari did. another deep grind to his prostate and your thighs rubbing against his dick had him coming into the condom wrapped around his dick, completely collapsing into the mattress as cyno continued to fuck him.

"cyno- no more."

"you know how this goes, honey." cyno leaned down. "you can come, if i let you, but that doesn't mean we're done, my sweet prince."

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CYNO NFSW HEADCANONS!!!

NFSW topics involved 🤗

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Likes it when you call him general in bed 🤭

Just imagine him thrusting into you both his hands on your hips allowing him to pound into you reaching deep inside you while your hands play with your nipples. "General" you whimper suddenly it's like a switch flips in him and suddenly he's thrusting into you in a inhumane pase

He's pretty quiet. He'd occasionally whimper or let out soft moans but when he's about to cum that's when he starts letting out moans

As the General Mahamatra he's pretty busy and imagine the stress 😢 my poor baby, but just imagine the amazing office sex. He'd sit you down his desk and wrap both your legs around his waist as he made out with you. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands tried to take off your shirt.

He's big 🤭 he knows this so he takes his time preparing you that and he loves seeing you beg for him to be inside you.

You'd have to beg for a while in order for him to agree to have a threesome with Tighnari. It would probably happen around Tighnari's heat cycle. He knows what his friend is going through so he agrees but Cyno wants most of your attention on him though. Maybe he'd even watch Tighnari go feral on you and give him tips that would make you scream {Ok but like a threesome with these two I'd fucking die😖😖}

Speaking of begging Cyno loves it when you come into his office begging to be fucked. He'd make you strip down and sit on his dick making you cockwarm him for a while. 😣

But when Cyno is feeling needy when your working he'd sit you on his lap take off your shirt and begin massaging your boobs and grinding his hips on you until you give up and let him have his way with you

Wear his clothes and he'd go fucking crazy on you

Cyno doesn't need sex toys he can make you go dumb with just his fingers and dick but if you want toys he's happy to overstimulate you with them till your begging for him to stop

As the General he'd sometimes be away from you for an extended amount of time when he comes back he'd make up for lost time with whatever you want. Want to cuddle? He's ready. Want him to instead fuck you into the bed and remove your ability to walk? He's on it 😊

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Thank you!!!

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Sorry if it was shit it's my first nsfw headcanons.

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Omg your Tighnari x reader x Cyno fic was everything I could have ever wanted. Would it be too greedy of it to want a sequel or even just another scenario? 👉👈

it has been a while since i wrote that fic omg but yes. it also got put under a community label which makes me like >:( but ok.

let's do a little bit of a different scenario for this one teehee. this one will have male/male content, so if you're not down with that, keep scrolling 👍

we go right into the smut with this so it's just that lol

warnings: dom!cyno, sub brat!tighnari, and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

bj, penetration (male/male), face riding/cunnilingus, manhandling, riding, cyno is under yall but he is still domming 😇, tighnari is a little brat here

cyno's hands rested firmly on tighnari's hips, holding his back to cyno's chest as he squirmed. you were sat on tighnari's lap, lips pressed to his neck.

your fingers were occupied with tracing over his bare chest, stopping to tease over his nipples as tighnari whined.

his back arched up slightly when your hands ventured lower, skimming your nails lightly over his abdomen.

"please.." tighnari huffed, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned back against cyno. "it's not fair."

you glanced up at cyno, shivering when you realized he was already looking at you with a half-lidded gaze. your hands paused, tilting your head and awaiting his orders.

"keep going." he nodded as you returned to your work, leaning down and sliding off of tighnari's lap. he finally looked down at you, ears twitching as your hands moved to spread his thighs.

you placed a small kiss to his tip, feeling the slick slide across your lips as you smiled up at him.

"come on, please! i already said please!" tighnari snapped, gasping softly when cyno pulled at the base of his tail gently.

"behave." he warned tighnari. "be a good boy."

tighnari grumbled to himself, but made no further remarks as he waited for you to continue.

you trailed your lips over the entirety of his dick before finally opening your lips and letting the head slide over your tongue.

"archons-" tighnari's lips parted as you slowly slid down over him, laving your tongue across the heated skin.

cyno moved a hand to smooth over tighnari's hair, caressing his ears as the man let out little whines, shifting over cyno's lap as you bobbed your head up and down.

tighnari felt himself growing close, and you could tell by the way he twitched in your mouth. you wanted to tip him over the edge, though your plans were foiled when cyno reached over to press a hand onto your head.

"you did well, now come here."

"but-" tighnari began to protest, hands balling up into fists as you slowly pulled off of his dick. strands of glossy spit mixed with tighnari's pre-cum coated your lips.

cyno moved a hand to grip tighnari's chin, tilting his head as his eyes narrowed. "i already told you once to behave. don't make me say it again."

"you don't scare me, general mahamatra." tighnari scoffed. "i can do as i please. and besides, i didn't do anything wrong and yet you're punishing me." his tail lashed to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest. "being good gets you nothing."

you frowned as cyno sneered, standing off the bed and yanking tighnari up to his knees. "need i remind you who's in charge here. perhaps you should take some lessons from our other partner on obedience."

although his ears pressed to his head, he seemingly did not give in. "yeah, it seems so rewarding considering she hasn't come yet either."

cyno glanced over at you, biting his cheek as he watched your thighs press together. "so it seems." he dropped tighnari's head, instead moving towards you. "i'm sorry for neglecting you." he apologized, stroking your cheek as you nuzzled into his touch.

"we've both been good. you just don't reward us ever." tighnari commented as cyno frowned.

"perhaps you're right." cyno sighed much to tighnari's surprise. "even though you did act up," he paused to stare at tighnari who let out a grunt. "i think you both deserve a reward, hm?" he asked you as you nodded up at him.

"please?" you asked him as the corners of his lips quirked up. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before manuvering you and tighnari as he wished.

he splayed himself out on the bed, hair fanned out across the pillows. you were resting on his chest while tighnari was sat on his lap.

"come here." cyno gestured, gripping your thighs and tugging you forward.

you tried to protest, pulling against him. "no, you'll suffocate or-!"

cyno silenced you as he moved you to hover over his lips, holding you firmly and pressing a kiss to your clit. you shivered, turning to face tighnari who busied himself with licking over the tip of cyno's cock.

his eyes flitted up to meet yours as you gasped, hands flying to grip onto cyno's locks as he moved his tongue over your slit. "cyno.. archons-"

his tongue moved across your pussy, collecting your slick diligently as you writhed in his grip, struggling to keep yourself from falling against him.

he suddenly stopped, picking you up when tighnari positioned himself over cyno's dick. "padisarah, you-"

"oh please. i've been waiting for this. i already prepped." tighnari smirked, slowly sinking down onto cyno's cock as the white haired male let out a sharp hiss through his teeth.

"tight-" he huffed, moving your hips back down and grinding you against his tongue as you cried out.

tighnari leaned back, hands pressed against the bedsheets as he took cyno to the base. his thighs were trembling as cyno stretched him out. one hand flew up to his mouth to cover up an embarrassing moan.

your hips began to move on their own, more of your weight pressing down on the general as you fucked his tongue.

little begs and pleas flooded from your lips as he sucked on your clit carefully, teasing you and watching tears build up in your eyes.

every so often, he would stop for a moment, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of tighnari wrapped around his dick. he grunted into your pussy, making you shiver from the vibrations when tighnari swiveled his hips.

you craned to look back at him, letting out a needy whine at the sight. he had one hand wrapped around his cock while he used the other to steady himself to bounce on cyno's lap.

his ears were pressed back, eyes shut as he threw his head back. he looked so lost in pleasure, dick leaking over his hand and cyno's stomach. you wondered if he was teetering over the edge, just waiting for cyno's approval to come.

your fingers twisted deeper into cyno's hair, tugging as he slid his tongue into your entrance, wriggling it inside of you as you shook above him.

"cyno, i'm- i'm close!"

"cyno, please!" tighnari chimed in, gasping as he struggled to keep going, thighs trembling and eyes watering.

the both of you cried out pleas mixed with his name until he finally allowed you both finish.

tighnari was first, crying out as he came. strings of his release coated his hand, cyno's stomach, and your back.

your eyes screwed shut, head tilting back as you came soon after. cyno's hands moved you faster as he bucked his hips into tighnari who was seemingly extremely sensitive.

tighnari cried out as cyno fucked into him, pressing into his prostate as tears ran down his cheeks from the overstimulation. "no more, i can't-!" he whined, feeling his dick leaking more where it laid on cyno's abdomen.

your own overstimulated cries followed as cyno held you on his mouth, refusing to let you go as he chased his orgasm.

by the time cyno finished, you and tighnari were trembling little messes on the bed, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion while your chests heaved.

cyno couldn't help but stand over you both to admire his handiwork, pressing little kisses to your foreheads as he allowed you both to rest and bask in the afterglow of your orgasms.

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— it’s the small things with you that matter most

just some day-to-day snippets depicting how it’s like to be in a relationship with alhaitham.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 4.4k wc, fluff, (attempts at) humour, slight crack, established relationship, idiots in love

A/N : HAPPY BDAY BELOVED HAITHAM !! smitten clingy sappy menace haitham is my lifeline huhu 〒▽〒 (this is also just me once again advocating cute/energetic readers with haitham TヘT)

(can be read as a standalone or viewed as the post-happenings of [how to woo the acting grand sage 101] ^^)

Navigating through a relationship with Alhaitham isn’t as hard as one might think.

The transition from friends-who-pined-for-years to lovers was a lot easier than you’d like to admit. While there were some significant changes to adjust to (read: Alhaitham’s sudden surge in displays of affection), your dynamic pretty much remained the same.

And while you’ve had your fair share of ups and downs, most of your more serious fights happened before you got together. Considering how long you both have known one another, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say you know the other like the back of your hand — understanding minuscule hints and mannerisms anyone else wouldn’t notice — and so, most disputes are settled before they can even surface.

Most of your fights wouldn’t drag on for long as you’re both pretty open to discussing the root cause and where you both were in the wrong. That and the fact it’s hard to be apart from each other under bad terms, as you’ve come to realise after the particularly bad argument you had two months ago (Kaveh demanded you both stay at your house so that he didn’t have to witness your intensified displays of affection after reconciling).

More often than not, your subject of disagreements are petty, typically resulting in revoked privileges of affection from the victim. That usually results in both sides being depraved and cranky (well, more so than usual in Alhaitham’s case) until the revoked privilege is, uh, unrevoked,

Well, it’s a good thing you both rarely argue!

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I was wondering what are your cyno romance headcanons?

thank you for the ask anon friend! love my boy cyno so much <33

what it's like dating cyno

cyno doesn't want to make your relationship public to keep you safe, sadly dating him is essentially placing a target on your back. the only people who know about your relationship are collei, tighnari, dehya, traveler, alhaitham and candace.

due to that reason, dates with cyno are usually at night when the city is calm and quiet. he usually makes make reservations at cafes or restaurants beforehand and don't even think about paying for anything, cyno got you covered.

cyno loves having his hair played with. his hair is incredibly soft, it's like touching a cloud. when he is upset or he can't sleep he'll lay down between your thighs, resting his head on your stomach and have you play with his silky strands. after a few minutes, cyno will be out like a light.

cyno's first instinct during danger is protecting you, he'll pull you behind him and keep an arm raised to shield you. he's terrified of losing you and he will never let anything harm you.

cyno isn't a jealous person but he is protective. while you're talking with another person he doesn't know, he'll watch the interaction like a hawk, sometimes scaring the other person. if he spots someone looking at you more than normal, he'll give them a death glare.

get used to cyno's jokes because he never stops making and explaining them. sometimes he makes the lamest jokes ever to piss you off and he finds your reactions funnier than the joke itself.

cyno calls you "my love" in the most sultry voice he can muster and the way you get flustered is so adorable, he has to resist the urge to just squish your cheeks and baby you.

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╰┈➤ What would you do if I went missing?   -‘๑’-

Pairing; Cyno x reader and Tighnari x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings; fluff!!

Ink’s note; Another little drabble that came to mind and I just rolled with it ehe. I just love them very much <3

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𓆩 ☆ 𓆪 . . 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

𓆩 ★ 𓆪 . . cyno x reader ⁝ wc. 0.5k ⁝ fluff

cyno’s sleep schedule is awful. literally horrendous. he views sleep as a privilege, so before he sleeps he has to study for each and every one of his classes or else he’ll just lay uncomfortably in bed. oh, but after he starts dating you? he's dragging you into bed. his sleep schedule goes from sleeping at 5 in the morning to as early as 7 in the afternoon because of you. 

also consider: constantly cold cyno who puts his hands on your waist or thighs just to tease you.

he brings home stray cats sometimes if they're injured or look way too skinny for his liking. you get home from class and oh there's a cat with a cast on in your dorm.

he has frequent study sessions with you, but more often than not they end up in movie marathons. whenever big exams are coming up, however, he immediately sets you down the minute you get home so you can work your asses off. (he just wants to get a better grade than al-haitham.)

rivals to lovers?? perhaps. just imagine you and cyno competing for an internship or job since you both have the same/similar majors. or fake dating with cyno because he’s a lover boy and he has so many people pining after him (boohoo) so he goes to you because you're the only person he can trust with this matter.

psychology major cyno studying you. that's it. you could be having a whole ass breakdown in your bathroom and you’d just hear a knock followed by, “is this a bad time to ask you to be my example for my project..?”

also. “we should compare hand sizes. as an experiment. professor rukkhadevata assigned us this, just please don't ask questions.”

library dates with cyno as you just sit in silence while working, but occasionally bumping knees or passing notes to let the other feel comfort in each other's presence. the note passing eventually becomes date planning. 

imagine him helping you with academic concepts you don't entirely understand but he’s just smiling like an idiot the whole time because seeing your face light up when you connect the dots and understand whatever you're learning is absolutely adorable to him and he's so proud of you and wow has his chest been this tight the whole time?

grocery shopping with him! and taking turns on who gets to sit in the shopping cart!! he’s always careful whenever you're in the cart but when he's in the cart he wants you to push him as hard and fast as you can. he tries to persuade you by saying things like, “no, it’s fine. just push me and let go. what do you mean, i’ll get hurt?? i've never gotten hurt in my life. i have no idea what the concept of pain is.”

water park dates with him… he has no clue what the rule “no splashing” means.

sitting in those little photobooths with him and when you guys get the pictures back they're all glittery with hearts all over them and low-key cringey. the pictures stay in his phone case at all times.

not-so-friendly friendly debates with him. like is die hard a christmas movie? (yes.)

speaking of christmas, sharing a long scarf with him while you're on dates!! and snowball fights!!! and him getting you a hot chocolate after the said snowball fights!!!!

he leaves notes in your books so if you ever have a stressful class, you have a cute confession or a just as stressful joke awaiting you.

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Love and war

this is my first chapter of a story i will be trying to complete i hope you enjoy it.

Deep within the vast wasteland of sand and dust lies more than what meets the eye, to most all that could be seen would be the surface, during the day harsh winds and heat that covered the land in an unhealthy amount of yellows and orange as beasts of all shapes and sizes dominated those that were too weak to withstand their might. Even the plant life here was not spared from the merciless onslaught of waves as all that could be seen were cacti, and on the rarest of occasions a red crest flower that would bloom on top of the tallest cacti around. The sounds of birds and wyverns squawking and flapping their wings were a constant reminder of just what laid at the surface of this most unknown area. 

        The sun eventually began to relieve itself of its position, the most beautiful of sunsets could be seen on top of the highest peaks. If one was only willing to take a chance at climbing up its rocky surface. Once the sun was gone, that’s when the temperatures would drop with a snap of a finger. Night would soon take its rightful place as the once blistering sand that burned everything in its path under the blaze of the sun would begin to cool and crystalize during the night. The time when the stars shined brightest in the sky, each one being a part of constellations that would seem right. 

When everything seems to be at peace there will always be a force that wants nothing more than to ruin it. This is why among the people of the desert there is one group that everyone fears. This group is known as Matra and the most fearsome among them is the General Mahamatra. Everyone knows that his word is law and the matra’s sworn duty is to enforce that law by any means necessary. Once the general is angry, there is no hope for that poor unfortunate soul for he will hunt you down and his judgment will be swift and merciless.

The sounds of footsteps tracking across the coarse sand could be heard as a group of mercenaries were guarding a man dressed in green and white as a beret sat atop his head. In his slender hands were a pile of documents, this man did not appear to be a part of the citizens of this treacherous lands, for he was much paler and to be honest much dumber than the others who were trying to figure where they were. “Are we close to the next point? It would be a pain to have to sleep out here again with the Matra so close to this territory.” The scholar replied nervously as his ebony colored locks blew harshly with the wind. 

“We're close but not close enough to where we need to be. I don't know why you’re so scared to be caught with those documents but don't worry, the matra can't hurt you with us here being the best in the business.” One of the burly men dressed in dark red and gray clothing replied as his sword was tied to the red belt around his waist. “You don’t understand, even in the Akademiya the manslaughter the matra have performed onto those who break the rules is well known. I'd like to keep living and not end up as a headless corpse.” The scholar replied nervously with a shiver as he did his best to follow along with the mercenaries he had hired. 

“You'll be fine, as long as the sages have not given the Matra permission to execute you there's no problem. So stop panicking and get a move on.” The head of the mercenaries replied coldly as he grabbed the scholar's arm to make him move faster. Suddenly, the sound of wolves howling in the distance could be heard. “What was that?!” The scholar would ask out of shock as spikes of fear and adrenaline began to spread through his body. “Quit your blubbering, we've gotta keep moving!” He yelled angrily. 

The air soon became thicker, more alive as it became hard to breathe for the group. A dark purple aura appeared just up ahead of them as bright ruby colored orbs stared into their souls. The scholar shivered, backing away from the group as he could no longer fight against the fear that began to cling to his body. There was no way to escape as the owner of the dark aura appeared before him like a phantom in the night and swung down his polearm knocking the scholar to his feet without remorse. Once the scholar had become incapacitated, the dark aura surrounding the owner became electrified as he turned his attention to the shivering mercenaries. His ruby colored eyes glowed brightly in the night like a hunter staring at its prey for the final time. 

“Who are you?!” The boss of the mercenaries yelled fearfully with the tiniest hint of rage. However, that proved to be his last mistake as the jackal-like being simply raised his polearm into the air and an enormous blast of purple and black lightning rained down upon the group. Screams and cries of agony could be heard throughout the desert as the men laid on the ground defeated without having laid even a single attack on their opponent. A deep rough chuckle resonated through his throat as he bent down and began to tie up the scholar without care of the others' injuries. 

Once he was sure the others were taken care of, he placed his polearm onto the knocked out scholar’s chest, summoning a burst of electro through the red dyed weapon. As the force of being shocked awake had the scholar jolting up into wakefulness, completely unaware as of what had just happened. He felt the polearm rest on his chest first, the tip digging into his clothes as red eyes stared down at him. There was no remorse, no sympathy, only cold indifference as he watched the scholar try to figure out what had happened. "Get Up." The warrior's voice was low and dangerous. The scholar knew that this was clearly someone not to be messed with. "It's a long walk back, so I advise you to get up now and start walking.” He ordered, yanking on the ropes that he had previously tied around the scholar’s wrists so he couldn't get away.

“Wait, who are you?!” The scholar questioned shakily, as he followed the man giving off such a dangerous aura without any choice in the matter. The warrior simply looked ahead as he continued to yank the rope to make sure the scholar was following along at his desired pace. No words were said the entire way back to the village, every time the scholar attempted to make a conversation with the warrior all he received was a swift yank on the rope binding his wrists that would have him nearly fall into the coarse dust. By the time they had arrived the sun had begun to rise in the distance and the poor scholar was wheezing as his lungs were desperately trying to fill itself with air. “Are we there yet?” he asked the warrior for the hundredth time.

Just like all of the scholar's previous attempts he received a harsh yank on his burning wrists through the now dyed red rope. Although unlike his previous attempts when the rope had been harshly pulled upon, he was unable to keep his balance and landed on the hot burning sand. “Ahh hot hot?!” The scholar screeched as he scrambled to get back up right on his feet. As he did this he noticed a village that the two were approaching towards was slowly beginning to appear in the distance granting him a small mercy as he sighed in relief. The warrior however, simply walked ahead as he continued to drag the scholar across the rest of the way as the two finally reached their destination. 

Once they reached the village, a woman with dark tanned skin and violet hair approached the warrior with a small smile on her face. She wore a purple and grey crop top with embroidered sleeves that fanned out like waves behind her, while shorts that had a slight frill covered her legs just above a golden circlet rested atop her thigh. The most unique part of her appearance were her heterochromic eyes that shined blue and gold as well as the moon light headdress that seemed to compliment the warrior's own jackal-like headdress.

“Welcome back General, I see you've brought yet another runaway scholar from the desert. I’ll take him from here, you've had a rough night looking for this vagrant and at the very least you should rest before the meeting with the sages to determine this fool's fate.” She replied in a kind manner to the man. The scholar's face turned a deathly pale at the news that this fearsome warrior had been the General Mahamatra. The scholar got on his knees shaking like a leaf in a windstorm as the general silently handed her the rope. “Please! I've done nothing wrong, this is all a misunderstanding, have mercy!” The scholar yelled as he pathetically begged for his life. 

“You'll have your chance to explain yourself shortly. Now get up, I've got other things to do than to watch you beg all day.” The woman replied sternly as a sharp glare was sent the scholar’s way. All he could do was shakily rise to his knees less he incur her wrath and be forced to rise by a sharp tug from that dreaded rope. “Yes mam, thank you mam” He would respond with his voice filled with fear as he watched the woman smile at the general who began to walk away. 

It had taken a while  for the General to finally reach the safe house that many matra used when stationed in Aru village, as he walked by the sounds of children helping their families were heard and made him lower his jackal headpiece slightly as a small smile began to reach his lips this was what he fought for everyday, families like them who had no one else to rely on and the future of the next generation that would one day surpass him. Once he finally reached the small building he walked inside with the turn of a key the man took off his jackal headpiece and shook his silky white hair, dirty from all the sand that had gotten stuck from the long journey. Once he made his way in, he walked into the kitchen. He gently set the headpiece down on the table, allowing a sigh to pass through his lips as he slumped into one of the chairs.

Several minutes passed as the man sat there, just basking in the sense of relief that the journey was over. Although he knew he had some business to take care of his most important task was getting clean, the desert was harsh to everyone and it was very important to wash the sand away after a mission, less those same particles become the cause of an infected wound. With a deep and long sigh, he rose from his seat and went across the hall to the bathroom. Once Cyno walked into the open-air bath, he could see the scented medical soaps sitting in a corner, available for use. Sighing in slight relief, he began to strip off his accessories. First went to the long, heavy necklace that partially covered his darkly tanned and deeply toned chest, then came the belt with cloth on it that covered his shorts and kept sand off of his legs. 

Next he slowly slid off his arm guards, one of which covered a tattoo of a black tiger baring its pure white fangs at an imaginary enemy. The tattoo was faded, but obviously well cared for, as Cyno dealt with the discomfort of wearing arm guards to protect it from the harsh sun and prevent it from being scarred by the blades of his enemies. Finally, he pulled off his black shorts with golden accents and from there he proceeded to sink into the bath. The jackal let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his well tanned and well toned shoulders, feeling the warm water soothe and relax his sore muscles. Allowing himself to relax in the bath for several minutes before he began to wash his hair, Cyno chose red crest scented shampoo and conditioner. After pouring some onto his hand and spending some time massaging it deep into his scalp, he made his way to the shower head, using its gentle stream to wash out the lather of suds. The warrior would proceed to repeat the process, this time with conditioner.

Once he had finished rinsing out his hair, Cyno grabbed a bottle of medicated body wash and a soft rag. pouring some onto it, he closed the bottle and put it back with the other before he began to run the rag over his shoulders and down his arms, wincing as the soap found its way into all of his previously hidden cuts and scratches and disinfected them. After taking a moment to rinse himself off in the deep, warm water he began to clean off his legs with the rag, his winces turning into the slightest grunts of discomfort. Giving his body a moment to relish in not being in stinging pain, Cyno took a deep breath of the flowery scent the soap he was using had before letting it out slowly. He folded the rag in half and began to rub it back and forth across his back to clean the much deeper slashes and cuts, the pain accompanying the process even worse than it had been with his arms and legs. Shivering slightly in pain Cyno grumbled and groaned, muttering a few curses under his breath. 

As soon as he was finished, Cyno sunk fully under the water and rinsed off the soap that way. As he rose back up out of the water he wrung out the rag and set it neatly folded on the side of the deep bath, spending a few more moments relaxing in the warm water before begrudgingly climbing out.

After quickly brushing his teeth he grabbed the med kit from under the sink cabinet he made his way into the master bedroom and began the tedious process of patching up the wounds that were now free of infection and debris. When he finished wrapping the wounds his back and waist were covered in medical cream and med tape, from his feet all the way to the side of his cheek was patched. Once he was sufficiently wrapped up he grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and got dressed as he tied his long white locks in a ponytail.

Before he could allow the call of sleep to get to him he walked over to the desk on the side of the room and grabbed a piece of paper to write his report for the sages. On it he described where he had found the missing scholar, the injuries he had been given which were only minor cuts on his wrist due to the rope.and a slash across the shoulder from his polearm. And how much he had confessed to having done while on the way to Aru village. Once the report was finished he quickly folded it and slipped it into the envelopes required for the sages. 

Once that letter was dealt with he took out his keys and bent down to the cabinet on the left side of the desk, placing an intricately cut key into the old cabinet lock the small door slowly sprung open as dark purple and gold paper could be seen inside with a small stack of black and gold foiled envelopes next to the paper. He gently took out one of the papers and envelopes and placed them delicately onto the desk before closing it. For this letter he grabbed another quill and golden ink dipping the quill into it as he slowly began to write his letter. 

“Dear Beryl

It’s been a while hasn’t it? I apologize for not reaching out earlier but work has been keeping me busy these days. How are you doing? I’ve been thinking about you all this time. I know it may sound wrong since I’ve never seen your face or even heard your voice, but I mean it. Some may say that the heat has gotten into my head and caused a sun stroke but there is no fever and I do drink lots of water like you told me to do. By the way have you gotten the tcg rules yet? I heard they finally released them to the public. Have you decided on what deck to use? It would be fun to have a match together when we finally meet up. By the way did you know you're as beautiful as a jewel? Haha i can already see you blushing and trying to deny my claim but it's true you're beautiful and if anyone dares to say otherwise then they don't understand the true meaning of beauty. When we meet i'll be sure to show you just as much. I mean it, i love you Beryl don't ever forget that my jewel.

Sincerely yours 

Ruby

After he signed his letter and gently laid it out to dry he yawned and got up from the desk seat and rubbed his eyes, he quickly blew out the small candle ember. When the small brush of air extinguished the tiny flame he was left in complete darkness. Smiling slightly he quickly began to get himself comfortable in the bed and was out like a light for the rest of the evening.

[seirenspinel]

Cyno x Sick reader

This was requested by my dear friend ;D @seirenspinel

I hope you all enjoy this fic I put together! It's so worth my lack of sleep T-T <3

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Cyno x Sick reader

It bothered you to see how Cyno walked in and out of the house however he wanted while you had to stay in bed and drink those damn pills Tighnari had given you when he passed by to do a check-up after Cyno had visited him and told him about your high fever. The fox had strictly told the general to keep a close eye on you since Tighnari knew how much you hated to stay in that damn house alone all day when students continued researching things in Sumeru’s beautiful ecosystem.

You’re not even sure how you manage to get sick when your immune system was strong and stable after all the potion and drinks Tighnari had told you to drink to stay healthy like him. Apparently, it didn’t work on humans.

but who were you if not a stubborn person who never recognized your own limits sometimes? You were tired of being stuck in bed all day and Cyno was at work anyways so it wouldn't hurt to go out a little and get some fresh air. The open window Cyno left every morning didn’t help much since you still felt trapped in your own house.

You lifted the blanket and moved your legs to the edge of the bed before sitting up slowly. There was a high chance for you to faint when you were sick so you decided to not risk it much. It looked like it was sunny outside so it wouldn't hurt to just take a short walk to a bench and enjoy the view over the ocean. You put on a hoodie and sweatpants before standing up from your bed. The dizzy feeling kicked in immediately and you almost felt yourself fall back down but you held yourself steady.

The moment after standing up from bed and walking to a bench outside was a blurry memory for you, but you came back to your senses when you suddenly saw something fly in front of you and a voice was heard from a distance. Your vision was blurry and you suddenly saw someone else crouch down and talk with you, but you couldn’t make out what the person was saying.

“Hello! Celestia is calling for you! ugh, why are you ignoring Paimon!” She didn’t look happy at first since they just came back from the new desert area and she was super tired, but after having a closer look at you she started to get a bit worried.

“Oh no Traveler, They don’t look so good!” Paimon said and turned around to her travel buddy who already looked at you and noticed how pale you looked. Sure they had heard from Collei that Tighnari had left pills for you because you had become sick. The traveler never expected you to look this bad. Getting worried they decided to check your temperature just to let out a hiss from the sheer heat.

“Their temperature is very high. It’s not looking good, Paimon we have to bring them in” the traveler said.

Paimon continued to try and talk with you but you never gave them a clear answer so the traveler realized that the responsibility laid on them to bring you inside and make your fever go down. You suddenly felt yourself being lifted in someone's arms and was slightly shocked because you didn’t recognize the smell coming from the person, but your senses came back for a while and you heard Paimon talk with a shaky voice like she was worried. Soon enough you felt yourself being laid down on something soft and the traveler spoke up. “ There we go, back in bed again. Paimon could you bring a cold and wet cloth, we have to make their fever go down.” 

Paimon did as she was told as the traveler put the blanket over you and wiped some sweat from your forehead with a towel. Paimon was back soon with a cloth and put it on your forehead. You whimpered a little because of the cold contact to your forehead and Paimon apologized but realized that it fell on deaf ears as you had already fallen asleep. 

What happened after that is only something the traveler knows, but you remember waking up from your deep sleep after hearing sounds from somewhere in the house. You still felt dizzy and your head was throbbing but you felt a bit better since the fever had gone down. 

Suddenly Cyno walked in through the door while carrying a bowl of soup. It seemed like it was newly made and he put it down on the little table beside the bed before taking the cloth from your forehead and walking to the bathroom again. He didn’t even bother to look you in the eyes or say something which told you everything you had to know. 

He was surely irritated and you hated when he was. Cyno never talked about what he felt or what bothered him but you always knew somehow which scared him a little. He walked back to the living room soon and placed the cloth back on your forehead in silence. “Cyno..?” your voice came out raspier than you thought which pained your ears because you never realized until now just how sick you were and he stopped at your call before he got the chance to leave the room. 

That was just what you did to him. You had the kind of control so you could melt him in mere seconds just by saying his name. The way you said his name was so sweet and innocent and he couldn't bear to be mad or irritated at you. “What?” he winced a little at how harshly he sounded, but could you blame him for sounding harsh when he was in the middle of a meeting with Al Haitham at the akademiya just hours before when the traveler suddenly ran inside and told him that they had found you on a bench almost passed out. He doesn’t recall ever running home that fast with his heart in his throat as he feared the worst for you and it didn’t help much when he felt your high fever. 

You felt just how much you wanted to disappear away from this situation because you knew that he held a lot of scolding inside of him. The silence killed you every second as you just stared at the wall. Suddenly you heard a sigh and he turned his head to the side to look at you.

“When will you stop being so stubborn?” his voice made you look back into his crimson eyes that you had grown to love and admire so much. He took off his jackal headpiece, placing it on the living room table before walking back to your side. You never gave him an answer and he didn’t expect one from the start. 

“ I know that you’re tired of laying here day in and day out, but stop going out on small adventures alone and denying the pills I try to give you, and maybe you’ll get better much faster,” he said before sitting down beside you on the bed. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles softly, never leaving your gaze. 

You sighed and looked elsewhere. It was impossible to look into his eyes right now when you knew that he was right. Those pills tasted awful and they were so big for no reason at all. What did Tighnari even think about when he made these for you?

You were well aware of how frustrating it was for Cyno to see you laying in bed, being this weak. If he could then he would take this sickness away from you but there was nothing that he could do but care in silence, in his own way. Cyno never expressed his worry verbally to you. He could never admit that he was worried sick for you until the point where eremites fell victim to his rage, that was just not who Cyno was, but you were too smart to not see it yourself. 

The way he stayed quiet when he came home in case you were sleeping, the way he never cared about his own bruises but went straight to you just to see how you were doing, the way he left breakfast and a cup of tea on the little table beside you with a little note where he had written down where he was and when he thinks that he would be home. He also made sure to let you know that he would be coming home on his break to warm some soup for you and while he watched you eat the soup he couldn't help but crack some bad jokes to see your beautiful smile. Because that was what kind of effect you had on him. He was ready to jump off a cliff if you told him to and you were aware of it yourself. 

"You're an idiot. How could you drag yourself out when you're sick ?" 

"Because I was tired of being inside Cyno.. I want to go out and enjoy the weather and not feel trapped in my own home.. I love you and I never meant to worry you. I just wanted to reach the akademiya and be with you” you say weakly and to anyone outside it seemed like he stared holes into your face, but who would he be if he wasn't the general who had a soft spot for only one person? 

He lifts his hand and caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. "You are flattering me, my ruby. You know that my love for you is growing with every day passing, and it hurts me to see you this weak and sick. You worry me, even if you don't mean to."

You close your eyes and enjoy his touch, totally ignoring his words. He sighed at you but couldn't help smiling at how peaceful you looked. Cyno knew just how much you loved him and how much he meant to you. Even if he spent hours in the desert hunting down scholars and bringing justice to the bad people, you still waited for him with open arms and a wide smile. He was finally loved by someone who never feared him or hesitated to tell him how much they love him despite his work or his past. What could he say, he was a lucky general.

Cyno kissed your forehead before letting go of your hand. He stood up, positioning the pillows behind you so you could sit up comfortably. You needed to eat the soup he made before it became cold. “There we go, now eat the soup I made. I’ll go and prepare the pills for you, my ruby” he said before pushing the table closer to your side. You sighed loudly and groaned annoyed, making him chuckle a little.

You leaned over the bowl and started to eat with a little smile, looking down at your beautiful boyfriend who sat down with his back against the bed, reading some reports that he never finished at the akademiya. Being close to you was all that mattered to him and he hoped that you knew just how much you mattered to him and how much he loved you. 

[seirenspinel]

Sharing a Sleeping Bag

...with Cyno <3

Info: Characters include Cyno, GN Reader! Fluff, slightly suggestive but not NSFW. One bed trope but better. Friends to lovers. Reader is mentioned to be kinda short. First kiss. Warnings: Not proofread, close proximity, spontaneous kiss

It was common knowledge to most who lived throughout Sumeru's vast desert that the dunes were hot and humid during the day, but quite chilly at night. Therefore, Cyno never stayed out too late for missions, and on the rare occasion that he had to work under the cover of night, he'd pack some extra layers.

Of course, things don't always work out the way you plan them.

When he'd set off with you this morning, it was meant to be a swift and painless take-out mission. As far as he'd known, they were just a group of ragtag criminals. He wouldn't take you out on any mission he deemed dangerous. What could go wrong?

As it turns out, a lot could go wrong.

He'd severely underestimated the magnitude of this endeavor, and now you were paying the price. For one, there was at least double - probably more like triple - the amount of criminals in on this project than he'd anticipated. For two, this "project" which he'd assumed to be a basic smuggling operation of canned knowledge had turned out to be in the running for quite some time. This meant that they were well-established, and that was a problem for many reasons.

It meant they had allies that may be willing to fight on their behalf, therefore this could quickly go completely out of hand. It might turn into something even he couldn't handle. Of course, having you as back up would lessen the burden a bit, but it wouldn't be enough.

With all this new intel, he couldn't risk your life over it unnecessarily. These were dangerous people who had definite ulterior motives for their crimes - a combination you'd never want to impose on. He'd have to figure out a later date to face this alone or with a proper group of soldiers at his back.

Most of the morning had been spent traveling to the location and filling the silence with amiable chatter. Midday passed quickly since arriving, hiding in the shadows at your side and gathering intel. The afternoon had passed just as fast, trying desperately to avoid an all-out battle by sneaking through this small base of operations. You'd only just managed to escape unseen as the sun was beginning to set beneath the sands, passing out of view in a blossom of flaming red and orange.

With it's passing, it took the warmth along with it. At first, you'd thought little of it - after all, what was a little darkness? You soon thought better of it. Due to the sweltering heat of daylight, both you and Cyno had dressed light with lots of skin exposed to the elements.

"You still have some supplies packed, right?" Cyno asked through chattering teeth. You turned, getting a full view of just how hard he was trying to fight back his shivers. You were unsure if it was out of pride or if he simply wanted to fight off the chill, but it pulled at your heartstrings regardless. "If you do, we'll push ahead a bit further for safety and set up camp for the night. It's safer that way."

You nodded wordlessly, opening up your bag and peeking inside to double check. Sure enough, inside was a folded tent, a couple small flasks of water, and sl- Wait. You were so sure you had packed both sleeping bags, so why was there only one?

"What? There's only one sleeping bag!" You stood still for a moment, digging your hand in deep and rummaging around blindly for the other. Alas, you found nothing. Cyno sighed exasperatedly, placing two fingers above the bridge of his nose to ward off an incoming headache.

He peered through half-lidded eyes to see you'd deflated entirely. Of course, it made sense for you to be guilty, but he'd never meant to make you feel that way. He was just frustrated with his lack of progress today and frustrated with himself for wasting both of your time. "No, it's alright. It isn't your fault," he murmured breathily, letting his hands fall listlessly to his sides. "I'll sleep in the sand by the fire. It won't be a problem, I've done it before."

Your eyes widened in alarm instantly. "Are you kidding? No way! I'm the one that messed up, let me sleep outside!"

He frowned and shook his head, continuing to walk ahead and letting you trail a couple steps behind him. "I'm not letting you sleep out there, you'll freeze to death." You scoffed, staring at the back of his head like he was absolutely out of his mind. "And you wouldn't?! You're wearing even less than me!"

Sure enough, he glanced back at you and down at himself, and you were right in that regard. "Look, I'm used to it more than you are. It's my fault we're out here to begin with, just let me take one for the team, alright?"

You could tell he was vexed by your lack of compliance, but you refused to let up. The idea of him - who was practically shirtless in the middle of the night, mind you - shivering the night away outside the tent was not something you were willing to allow. You should be deserving of some say, at the very least.

Night had fallen swiftly, as if the sky had shut off the lights on you and left you to fend for yourselves. What little light you'd previously had remaining trickled away, leaving a vast and empty darkness of sand ahead. A chilled wind blows by, throwing dust into the air and causing you to pull your arms up around yourself in a makeshift hug. "N-No," you growled through your teeth, shivering, "We'll just have to fit in it together."

Cyno stopped with a jolt. When he turned to face you, you could hardly see him through the shadow caused by both the night and his hood. Somehow, despite the cold, you felt heat rising to your cheeks. You hadn't really thought it through before saying it. However, what else were you to say? There was no other compromise in sight; he'd never allow you to sleep outside tonight, it was the only choice.

"We'd, um, we'd never fit," he said lamely. His words fell flat with none of his prior argumentative tone. "That's not true," you replied, "It'll be a tight squeeze but we can fit. Plus, heh...body heat, right?" You attempted to force out a laugh to ease the tension, but even that sounded more like a wheeze than anything.

He stared at you for a couple seconds more. Then, suddenly, you could tell by the movement of his jackal-eared hood that he was nodding. You were relieved to put an end to the useless arguing, but now there was a new worry in your mind.

Cyno was a very close friend and ally of yours. You'd been on several missions together and had gotten used to fighting at each other's sides, always watching out for the other. In your downtime, you'd play TCG or visit Tighnari; sometimes, you'd even just go out for drinks or a bite to eat. This shouldn't be anything worth worrying over, all things considered. It wasn't out of the ordinary for soldiers to spend nights in close quarters - although, perhaps not this close. So, why could you feel a flush on your cheeks? You were certain it wasn't from the cold.

Nonetheless, you weren't going to take it back. You could push through this odd feeling.

Cyno had quickly realized that you weren't going to make it much further in this darkness without getting lost, so he began to set up camp in ample time. You worked together to pitch the tent and decided against setting up a fire, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves.

You both lingered around outside the tent for a while, taking far too long to sip water or brush the sand off your clothes. It was clear you were both stalling, but why? You tried not to feel hurt - surely, it couldn't be because he simply didn't want you near him, right? You were just as anxious as him, but it wasn't out of disgust or anything else malicious. You reassured yourself with the thought.

Shortly, there were no more opportunities to postpone. You laid down the sleeping bag, taking your sweet time to brush it out flat and look for any pebbles or rocks beneath it. Cyno stood just outside the flaps of the tent, staring out at the seemingly endless abyss of deep blue sky and shadowy expanses. Basically, anywhere but you, even if there was nothing in sight.

You slid into the bag, adjusting yourself so you were pushed to the very farthest you could go into the other side. "Cyno," you beckoned softly, "You can come in, you know."

He tilted his head toward you, acknowledging your voice. He took a few more seconds before finally turning and crawling into the tent, zipping it up behind him. With it closed, even the moonlight couldn't touch you, shutting you in completely. The darkness was frightening but awe-inducing. It was as if your eyes were closed, but you knew they were open, and you could see nothing of him until he slid directly beside you.

Your mind snapped back to awareness despite the cold that was settling in your bones and the exhaustion that had begun to fall over you. You found yourself holding in your breath for some unknown reason, as if afraid to disturb the peace. He said nothing either, even when his face was just mere inches from your own.

You had gone completely still, keeping your back strained with the effort to nearly push away from him. It was just out of respect, you told yourself. You wouldn't want to disturb him or cross his boundaries.

The air had gotten so chilled that your breaths were coming out as clouds, mingling with his own as they blew from your lips. You tucked your freezing fingers against your chest, gritting your teeth against the cold that was wracking you. Regardless, you tried to sleep. You kept your eyes closed in spite of it all, trying to drift off even with all the discomfort you were in.

"I can feel you shivering," Cyno whispered. Your eyes opened, and you were shocked at the proximity of his crimson-gold eyes. You wanted to tease him like you would on a normal day. Something like "As if you're not doing the same!" or "Says you!", but you did no such thing. Instead, you said nothing at all, just nodded. He was right after all, and you did seem to be faring worse than him - if only by a little.

He began to move, and your first instinct was to flinch back. You don't really know why you did it, you weren't frightened of him by any means. Perhaps you were frightened of how you'd react to it. Nonetheless, it made him pause. His hands came to a stop just over your arms, hovering in the air above. "Can I...touch you?"

You swallowed hard, trying to force words out of your mouth. You nodded again. He moved slower this time, placing his arm over you, and one under and behind your back. Gently, he positioned you so you were laying half on him, half on the bag.

You were pressed flush against his chest, and a free hand came up to rest against his chest. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and you were certain he must feel it, but your mind was elsewhere. If he cared that you were touching him freely, he didn't mention it. Instead, he gulped, shutting his eyes tightly. "Are you...warmer?"

"Yes," you whispered softly, lips brushing against the bare skin of his neck. His chin was resting on the top of your head, tucking you neatly into his embrace. The shared body heat was indeed helpful, giving you at least some bit of extra warmth. "I suppose we should try to get some sleep," Cyno muttered, and you nearly giggled at how outright awkward he sounded.

Your fingers traced over the curve of his muscles, and played gently with the fabric of his half-sleeves. When you trailed down far enough to his hand, you slid your fingers over his own, comparing the size and shape. In time, he began to explore you in the same curious way. You had hoped you wouldn't come across as creepy, you merely wanted to see him - to feel him - in the way you hadn't had the chance to before.

You carefully removed the hood from his head and whispered against his chest, "It can't be comfortable." He laughed breathily and paused in his motion of caressing your hair. "It truly wasn't, but I felt weird taking it off."

In truth, this was one of the only times you'd seen him without it. You ran your fingers through his hair just as he'd been doing to you, and leaned forward a bit to get a better view. In a completely unexpected move, he captured your lips with his own.

You made a noise of surprise against his lips but made no effort to pull away. Condensed in this kiss was a million thoughts, filled with all kinds of feelings and memories from your past. How had you not considered this until now? Your job was often far too busy to consider friendships, let alone any relationships, yet here you were. Despite the weariness you felt, you suddenly felt awake and rejuvenated, as if he had breathed a new life into your lungs.

For once, you let go of your mortal fears and worries. You felt as if you could be above it all for now, floating untouched by things that may have once concerned you. When he had kissed you first, it had been hard and fast, but his lips had softened in their motion now. You broke away for a moment to breathe, but recaptured his lips as soon as your lungs had filled.

A rushing sound filled your ears like the flapping of wings - a bird fighting against the wind - but you knew there was not a soul alive here but you and him. Even if there had been, it mattered not. His hand came to rest on your cheek, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss. You were nothing and everything at the same time, shining like gold in the darkness of night. You made a noise from deep within your chest, something like a whine or perhaps a hum, and he responded hungrily. He made a noise in turn, pulling you tighter against him. His free hand took yours and clutched it tightly, allowing his other to rest on your cheek as it had.

After what felt like forever and simultaneously no time at all, you broke away. "Wow," you breathed out.

"Wow."

You weren't quite sure how to feel. Elated? Just happy? Content? Or afraid, because you know you shouldn't have done it. He stares back at you, and you know he's thinking all the same things as you are. Despite the fear that settles over you both, you're not oblivious to the way he's looking at you. You know he would protect you until the bitter end, and you hope to every archon there is that he knows you'd do the same. Nobody could hurt you when you were together.

"It's going to be okay, Cyno," you murmur, peppering a line of kisses down his chest before settling your head against him. "I should be telling you that," he responds fondly, allowing you to cuddle into his touch.

You hum in acknowledgement. "You're my best friend," you say softly. He doesn't reply, and you suddenly come to the realization that this feels like a rejection to him. "But," you begin again, "I think...you may just be more than that."

You feel the tension leave his body. "I believe I feel the same," he whispers before clearing his throat. "We should get some sleep."

Smiling to yourself, you nod in agreement. He may be awkward and totally socially inept, but he's yours. At least, you think he just might be.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to fall asleep, listening closely to the rhythm of his heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

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" i'm here. " tw // mentions of blood, descriptions of scars. i like writing gore.

a/n : again, please do not read if you're struggling with $h or anything like that, as this story might trigger you.

one horrible afternoon, you come home from school, absolutely bawling. today was horrible, you never want to go to school again. you run straight past the living room, in which cyno is sitting. he shouts your name in an attempt to capture your attention, but you don't listen. why were you like this? if you weren't such a pushover and a know-it-all, those girls wouldn't have beaten you up like they did. worriedly, cyno stands up from his position on the couch, and chases after you. he ends up looking all over the house for you - cupboards, rooms, even under beds - until he finally finds you. well, he doesn't exactly find you, as you've hidden under the covers on his bed and won't let him see you, but cyno knows something's happened. the small spot of blood that he noticed when you shifted only worries him further. he gently places a hand on the blanket, his heart breaking when he feels you trembling. '[name]..?' he spoke, barely above a whisper, but it was certain you'd heard it from the way you tensed when he said it. as he began to slowly peel away the covers atop your shivering body, but suddenly, you scream at him. 'no!' you squeak out, pulling the blanket from his hands and accidentally off of yourself. you cover your face with your hands, simply curling up into a ball and sobbing. that's when cyno notices the blood decorating your hands, the obvious chunks of fabric taken from your clothes. 'who... who did this to you, [name]?' he questions, and you grab his wrist harshly, staring into his ruby eyes. there are scars stretching down your cheeks, alongside the crystalline tears, which only make the cuts hurt more. cyno is about to murder someone.

[seirenspinel]

Hide and Seek

yandere cyno x reader

cw: yandere, mentions of blood

“Found you.”

The sensation of your feet sinking unto the sand with each step back is agonizing, dreadful. The winds that pass by occasionally are but momentary canopy of coarse dust and they only quicken your heart's pace more and more.

“Please, I've already clarified that I've done nothing!”

Among the golds, the violet aura oozing from General Mahamatra's figure and the green of your uniform stick out like sore thumbs. You take another step back — almost tumbling down because of the passed out body of an eremite mercenary — electro crackles from Cyno's weapon dangerously and one look at the scarlet sand has you gulping.

“‘Nothing’? Are you imposing that plagiarism is nothing?”

Thump. You feel the desert sand between your fingers next and for a moment, you wish that you'd sink in it whole instead of facing this humiliation. You catch sight of your hat in the corner of your eye, a ray of sunlight shines on the single gem perched on it reflecting back splattered blood. Your attention is snapped back to the General Mahamatra as you realize that there is scarce distance between you two now. The sharpness of his eyes have not dulled in slight but perhaps by what of your blurry vision, you see his eyes soften, by a fraction.

“How pitiful,”

Your body involuntarily flinches as the General crouches down to your level but one sharp look from him again and you're pinned to your place. He seems to ponder on something by the silence, you vaguely make out various degrees of conflict in his dusk-like irises.

“Hm, how about this ; in exchange for your crimes to remain concealed from the Akademiya, you come with me and pledge your utmost devotion to me and me only?” his hand wipes away a stray tear, his touch burning against your cool skin. In the miscellany of all the events that had passed, when exactly you started crying slips past and the weight of the General Mahamatra's offer hangs heavily in the air.

You're no fool to the catch in his deal and if all your suspicions that had accumulated from months — perhaps even years — prior prove anything, it's that you should not accept it. But on the off chance you don't, you'd be dragged to trial and then be banished from the Akademiya's, even Sumeru's borders ; unable to pursue knowledge for the rest of your mortal life.

Lord Cyno's fingers curl around your face in a tilt, his index finger taps against your skin, brief shocks of electricity passes by ; just strong enough to startle you. There's something so... predator like in his gaze, it taunts you, dares you to refute, reject him.

You feel so so utterly powerless.

Chocking back a sob, you shakily lean unto Cyno's touch, unable to pronounce a response. The General takes that as a yes and jerks your face up, a silent command to meet his gaze. The smile on his face has shivers run down your spine.

Cyno commends incredible restraint against his inner emotions, soaking in every bit of your reactions.

Finally.

Taking the risk of making some.. minor adjustments to your theses was definitely worth it.

[seirenspinel]

Read it If you love cyno

Heey guys :D So this is my first post and my English isn't so good so please forgive me TT but I'm here to feed ya'll :) Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

TW: Mention of blood, Almost death

Now enjoy :D

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Arabian nights~

The sun shone over Aaru village, making the sand shine beige. You found yourself in the comfort of your own home that you shared with your partner, the General Mahamatra, the judicator of secrets, a genius scholar, and a very sweet partner in your opinion. He was a feared man throughout Sumeru, making every scholar in the akademiya want to disappear into the ground when meeting him, but not you. You found yourself appreciating every last bit of his muscular and perfect body.

The room was filled with the smell of roasted meat, rice, and nuts; his favorite dish. You knew how to satisfy your partner after a long day of bringing justice to scholars who dared to commit crimes under his watch. You respected his job, you really did, but it did pain you how he often walked in with untreated bruises. He always wanted you to treat his scars for a reason he never shared. Truth was that he adored your touch, It felt like nothing he had experienced before.

Cyno is used to seeing the worst humanity has to offer. Crimes and sins meant to be weighed on a scale and mistakes meant to be corrected. This is how he should live, he knows. This is the path that he has chosen, and he knows that he will not carry regrets.

but then you appeared.

Beautiful (H/C) hair and warm (E/C) eyes. A smile that is genuine and beautiful. You are the most sincere person that Cyno had ever met.

For the first time, Cyno sees something else in a person. He sees kindness without any strings attached. He sees sweetness that he can't comprehend and he begins to see something other than the past. He sees a future where you share a kiss, a hold. Perhaps, he can even see a future where you share a life.

Where he is beloved, not feared. Even if only by a single person, even if only one smile could be his. It will be the only person that matters, stealing his breath.

Your ears perked up at the sound of the door unlocking, a warmth of contentment overshadowed the relief of guessing his schedule right. After years of being in a relationship, you could tell the right moment to start dinner so it finishes right at his arrival.

the sound of Cyno breathing in through his nose made you smile. It was almost like you could see the rare smile appear on his lips after smelling the roasted dish in the whole house. You looked up as Cyno tugged off the infamous jackal headpiece and shook his triggered frizz of silver locks underneath.

you snorted, earning a frown from the man. Apparently, the sound wasn’t as quiet as you imagined. His gaze narrowed as you took him in, returning to the food shortly after. He lay the uniform neatly over the back of the chair before sliding behind you. You were ready for the pressure of his hands against your sides, but still managed to jump at the different temperature of his sun-kissed heat and the cool chill of the house.

“Hi” you muttered softly, leaning into the hold. Your head tilted enough to meet him in a kiss.

“hi,” he echoed, lips now traversing the curve of your jaw.

Cyno’s thumb circled your stomach through your shirt thrice. You moved the food off the heat. “want to get changed? it’s about ready.”

“I have to return to the desert soon. Another group of scholars is selling illegal information and I have to stop it” he rested his chin on your shoulder and took in your body scent. Your skin was warm, bringing him some peace in the comfortable silence laying over the room.

He let go and walked to the table, sitting down on the same chair where his uniform rested. You poured a glass of yogurt for him and placed it in front of him before bringing the plate of food. You settled the chair next to him and decided that you would enjoy a shared meal while you could.

After you finished you walked to the sink and stored away the leftovers for you two to take tomorrow while he made himself ready to get out again. His gaze fell on you when he was done, reflecting on the fact of how he got so lucky.

“I want to know what I did to deserve this?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, placing the packaged food in the fridge. The question came up almost every week when he needed to work extra, leaving you at home all alone. And you always gave him the same serious answer, hoping that he one day would accept the fact that he could be loved despite all the bad things he had done.

Passing by Cyno, you placed a kiss on his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding his attempt to capture you as you stored away the yogurt. Suddenly you got spun into his arms as he captured your soft lips into a sweet and loving kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes.

He created a distance between your lips as he stared into your eyes. You could only offer him a sweet smile back, planting a kiss on his nose. “you always deserve it, you’re a wonderful fiance”

Cyno smiled before leaving a quick peck on your lips, letting go of you before putting on the jackal headpiece on his head. You smiled and watched him leave the house, closing the door after him. The silence spread over the house again as you returned to the sink and washed the dishes.

An hour passed as you made yourself ready to leave. Groceries wouldn’t appear in the fridge by themselves and you knew that yourself. What else was there even to do alone in the house?

You could visit Candace until Cyno came home or play with the children by the statue of the seven, but you had things to do this time so you could play with the kids another day. It didn’t take you long to reach the market outside the desert where the people of Sumeru gathered and sold all kinds of things for money. You walked around and collected what you needed before heading back home. The sun had set by now and you were well aware of the dangers lying in the desert at this hour so you were ready for anything, but luck was on your side as you arrived at Aaru village unharmed.

Not many people were outside at this hour so it wasn’t odd for you to see the village this empty. You greeted the people passing you before finally arriving at your house, but something wasn’t right.

the door was slightly open and had marks on it just like someone had broken inside. Your heart started to beat out of your chest and you felt the air in your lungs disappear. There were people in your house and you stood there without anything to protect yourself.

you sneaked inside just like it wasn’t your own house and left the bags in the hall. You grabbed whatever you could find which was a wooden spoon and walked towards the sound. It led you to the living room where you saw eremites look through drawers and boxes to find something of worth.

“Look everywhere! The General must have things of worth! That man will pay for what he did to my father” one of the eremites told his other friends as they placed small gold cups in their bags.

You just hoped that they couldn’t hear your heart beat so loud as it did. you had already spotted the huge swords on their belt and felt like you didn’t stand a single chance against them if you confronted them about it, but it all changed when you saw one of them pick up the one thing that wasn’t allowed to be found.

A diamond and gold bracelet, Cyno’s birthday gift from you. He adored the bracelet and always kept it near him in the house. Cyno was so afraid to lose it so he always left it at home, but now it was in the hands of a disgusting thief who grinned so big. You appeared and looked at them in fury before they could even place it in the bag.

“You let that go, you ugly piece of scum,” you said and hardened your grip on the wooden spoon. They looked back terrified, obviously expecting the general to stand there with his spear but there you stood.

They calmed down and laughed. “Well, what do we have here? You’re so cute. I think I’ll take you with us”

The eremite started to walk towards you as you stood ready to attack. “Obey little girl and we won’t need to hurt you.” The guy took up a knife which made you question if it was a great idea to attack when he had the knife, but you wouldn't let them win. They walked into your house and started stealing your things so they had to pay.

You started to swing and hit them with the spoon hard. It left nasty wounds on their faces which you felt proud of, but what you weren't aware of was that one of them had risen on his feet and captured you in his arms.

“you fucking bitch,” was the only thing you heard before you felt the knife cut through your stomach, making a nasty wound. You screamed and fell to the ground, holding your stomach in pain. You looked down only to see blood spread over your blue shirt. The guy looked down at you and was about to cut one more time but got dragged away by the others who said that Candace had spotted them.

You watched them leave as all kinds of thoughts flew around in your head and you felt the headache start to kick in. Was this it? was this how you would die? All alone in your warm and comfortable home..

Meanwhile, Cyno sighed as he felt his sore muscles kill him. The mission was indeed a pain in the ass but he succeeded in fixing yet another mistake that had been made. He looked up and smiled at the sight of the village. He guessed that you probably were in bed now, waiting for him to arrive so you could fall asleep in his warm embrace.

The closer he got to the house, the more he realized that something was wrong. The door was open and had marks, what had happened here?

He feared the worst as he began running towards the house, almost tripping over the threshold. Cyno saw the bags that lay on the ground with the groceries spread over the floor. He lifted his gaze a little and saw some droplets of blood on the floor beside the bags. Cyno called out your name but got no response, making him panic more as he walked further into the house.

Cyno looked around and saw you in the corner of his eye. There you lay on the floor, in a pool of your blood. He yelled out your name as he ran to you and sat down on his knees where you could see him. You met his eyes as he held your cheeks in his rough and warm hands. Were you dreaming or did he really come to save you?

“Who did this to you?”, he asked. His voice was calm but you knew him too well. A hurricane was stirring inside of him; his red eyes that always shone with safety, now started to diminish to an unrecognizable fury that you had never seen. All over the fact that you were sprawled on the floor, beads of sweat clinging to your forehead, and a waterfall of blood pouring from the gash of your stomach.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out; the words died in your mouth. His gaze fell on the shirt that once was blue but had now turned a dark red color. Cyno felt a deep pain in his chest as it felt like the air from his lungs had been taken away. He lifted her into his arms carefully, afraid to bring her any more pain. The sight of his lover, the person he promised to protect, the person he wanted a future with, now lying hurt in his arms pained him to the core. Who could be so cruel and hurt his fiance like this?

When he found out who it was, they would pay a horrible and well-deserved price. He wouldn't just let them suffer the pain of his hands, they would feel his fury by his spear. There were millions of things he could come up with and what he would do with them, but now he was here with you.

Candace came in, completely out of breath as she saw the sight in front of her. She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth before informing the hospital people to come in and take you. Suddenly the whole living room was filled with nurses who moved you from his arms to a stretcher. Cyno could just watch as they took you away from him, away from the comfort of your home, away from the place where he thought you were safe.

His gaze fell on the engagement ring on his finger that shined in the moonlight. The memory replayed of the day when he proposed to you, something he had been building up the courage to do for a long time. He smiled at the memory of your happy response as tears rolled down your cheeks, capturing him in a sweet and loving kiss right after.

Cyno played with his ring as tears formed in his eyes. It was rare for Cyno to cry, he was never scared of anything, and he never got sad over anything. You had never had an argument that left him in tears, only feeling a bit guilty. and that was what he was feeling right now, guilty.

The guilt burned him in his chest, like knives cutting through his heart. He wasn’t there to save you, he wasn’t there to protect you, you suffered alone.

what did you feel at that moment? fear, loneliness, sadness, and maybe betrayal? He vowed to always be there for you and yet here he was now. too late, too slow.

He stared at the pool of your blood in front of him. Cyno’s hands were shaking as he leaned forward, squeezing the part of his chest where his heart lay. The pain was unbearable, but he had to go through it. His few tears soon started to blend with your blood.

Cyno was at a loss of words and for the first time in all his years of being a matra, he didn’t know what to do. The great General Mahamatra Cyno, the judicator of secrets, a genius scholar, didn’t know what to do more than regret taking the mission. He started hitting the ground until his knuckles became bloody and he felt his ears ring.

After some time he sat up on his knees before standing up on his feet. He walked and got the cleaning material before cleaning the pile of blood and everything else that had been damaged during the robbery.

A lot of things were gone, and he did notice the bracelet being gone too but that was the last thing he worried about right now. Cyno only wanted you to be alright, he wanted you to come back home and smile at him like you always did when he came home.

Cyno finished cleaning the house before taking his spear and walking out of the house towards the hospital. He only hoped that you would make it out alive for him. He wouldn’t be able to live without you, it was impossible.

Candace stood in the waiting room and met him with a smile when he walked in with his uniform on. Cyno put his spear against the wall before turning to the woman with the same serious expression as always. If someone didn’t know Cyno well enough, they wouldn’t see the concerning gaze Cyno had and the quivering lips. “How is she, Candace?”

The blue-haired girl sat down in a chair and sighed. “The doctors haven't come out yet and told me, but you have nothing to worry about. They are in good hands”

He sat down and nodded slightly, placing the clasped hands in his lap. An hour passed before the doctor came out and Cyno was up on his feet faster than anyone could blink.

The doctor looked at him and nodded, causing him to let out a breath he didn’t know that he held inside. “You can go in and meet them if you’d like to. They’re in room 309”

Cyno walked past the doctor and looked for the said number on the walls. He was so close to seeing you again. Warmth and happiness spread all over his body and he felt like he was in love all over again. You had made it, you didn't give up and leave him.

He soon arrived and read the sign beside the red door. “Room 309” he whispered to himself before taking a big breath, opening the door, and walking inside. There you lay on the bed in peace, eyes closed, and arms placed beside you on each side. Cyno closed the door and walked to your side. He took in your features as you lay in bed. It didn’t look like you were in any pain at the moment, but he knew that you would be once the painkillers stopped working.

Cyno sat down in the chair beside the bed and took your hand carefully in his, bringing it up to his lips. He brushed his lips over the back of your hand before placing soft kisses on your knuckles. Your hand was so soft and warm, bringing some comfort to him that you weren't ice cold since you lost a huge amount of blood.

“I’m sorry my love.. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you as I promised. This was not what I wanted destiny to do to you.. I never wanted the safety of our own home to become a place where I lose you.. I’ll become better, I promise I will. You don’t have to worry, I will hunt the people down who did this to you” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your hand before leaning up and kissing your lips softly.

He sat back on the chair and only focused on holding your hand in his. He wouldn’t ever let go of you again, never. Not out of his sight either. If he would go somewhere, you would follow him.

Cyno leaned down and placed his forehead against the bed, closing his eyes to rest a bit. He had been working all day after all, and after seeing his fiance hurt in their home he couldn't rest a bit. Now when he knew that you were safe, it wouldn't hurt to rest a little bit.

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light coming from the nightstand beside you. The words coming out of his mouth pained you. He blamed himself for everything and would probably overwork himself until the day he finds the eremites who tried taking your life. You wouldn’t let that happen to him, not under your watch.

You squeezed his hand slightly, earning him to sit up surprised as he stared into your hazel eyes. You offered him a sweet and tired smile that brought tears into his eyes. That smile.. that beautiful and perfect smile of yours never failed to bring tears to his eyes.

Cyno stood up from his chair and cupped your cheeks carefully with his hands, earning you to lift your hands and hold his. You both stared into each other's eyes as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, holding it there for a while. You smiled and closed your eyes at the touch. The sweet moment you shared meant the world to you both.

“It’s not your fault Cyno. Please don’t blame yourself for not being there. There was no way that either one of us could’ve known that a robbery would happen to us. I’m alive thanks to you my love, and we will bring justice to the people who did this” you whispered to him as he removed his lips from your forehead and replaced it with his own.

He looked into your eyes as he took in the beautiful sight of the eyes he adored. You always knew how to calm him down and feel loved. You moved your hands to his cheek and caressed them with your thumbs as you tilted your head up, leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. A pink blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down at your lips. “ I love you too, my ruby” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, catching your soft lips in a sweet kiss. Your hand moved down to his hand where you interlaced fingers together, where the engagement rings shined together in the moonlight.

[seirenspinel]

DANGEROUS GAMES | CYNO

pairing: cyno x fem!reader.

summary: your boyfriend finally comes home after being gone weeks for mahamatra duties and finds himself in a rather difficult position when you make it your goal to cause him to lose control while finishing up his mission report.

warnings: fem!reader, oral (f->m, m->f), brief manhandling, reader teasing cyno, pussy drunk!cyno.

notes: this was only supposed to be a 500 word drabble. sobs.

wordcount: 3.3k

“Mm, I told you that I had to get work done tonight,” Cyno murmured, gaze flickering down to the ground where you were leaning against his leg, head resting on his thigh as you blinked up at him, eyes wide and innocent as if you hadn’t just been dragging your lips up his skin, dangerously close to his cock.

He supposed he had known what he was getting into as soon as you had shot him that pouty, pleading expression, fingers digging into his forearm. 

“I just want to be close to you,” you had said, and Cyno knew better than anyone that wanting to ‘be close to him’ always led to something more, but Cyno could never say no to you, especially when you looked at him like that. So even though he knew damn well that he had a report that he had to finish by dawn tomorrow, he still gave you the okay.

And if he hadn’t been certain already that your intentions were less than innocent, he absolutely was sure when instead of climbing onto his lap like you usually did when you were in a mood, you slipped beneath the desk, curling up at his feet and laying your head on his thigh, giving some half-assed excuse as to why you’d prefer to be down there instead of in his arms. 

“I’m not stopping you,” you smiled, eyes alight with a sort of excitement that he hadn’t seen in a while. His blood ran hot, and he pressed his lips together tight--he couldn’t blame you, he mused to himself, Cyno had been away for weeks hunting down a rogue scholar, he had missed you just as much as you had him. “Or is the General Mahamatra’s grasp on his self control so weak that just a few kisses are enough to break his concentration?” 

He eyed you, unamused at the challenge--if he were any other man, he was sure he would have broken there as your tongue darted out to swipe at his inner thigh, eyes bright and teasing as you watched his face for any crack in the hard exterior. But Cyno was not any other man, he was the General Mahamatra of Sumeru’s Akademiya and it would take more than just a few taunts to make him falter.

Cyno clicked his tongue gently, placing his pen down on his desk as he reached down to cup your cheek. His fingers danced along the soft skin of your cheekbone and he watched with lidded eyes as you instinctively leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. Cyno’s breath caught, taking in your lax expression as you basked in his touch, a familiar, warm feeling enveloping his chest--one that he had missed severely over the past few weeks.

As if you could sense the moment of weakness, like a spinocrocodile drawn to blood, your gaze trained on his face again, teasing and playful, waiting for him to give in. The hand on your cheek slid to your chin, gripping it hard, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” he said firmly, dropping his hand to redirect his attention back to his document, picking up his pen to continue detailing what exactly had happened while he had been hunting the rogue scholar. 

The giggle you let out nearly had him pause mid-stroke of his pen. “Yessir,” you said softly, breath ghosting over his bare thigh, and Cyno almost bit down on his tongue, teeth scraping against the muscle as the heat pooled down to his lower stomach immediately. 

He forced himself to continue writing, brows furrowed at the clear interruption of the letter he had previously been writing--a stray line jagged off at the side, physical evidence of his momentary lapse of strength, one he prayed you didn’t catch. Your lips tugged up against his skin, and he knew that you hadn’t missed it.

The soft kisses you had been laying upon his skin turned heavier, wetter. He inhaled deeply as you sucked gently, certain that you were leaving a trail of bruises along his thigh in your wake. It took all of his inner strength to force himself to continue filling out the report, abdomen tensing as every movement you made dragged your lips further and further up his thigh.

You were playing a dangerous game, he noted as he let his free hand drop to the back of your head, fingers intertwining with your hair. It was another sign of surrender, he realized duly, but he supposed the way you let out a pleased hum against his skin made up for the internal disappointment he felt at himself.

You resumed your mission with a more intense fervor, and distantly, Cyno realized that he might have fucked up by giving you that brief yield. Give a step, take a mile, the old saying rang through his head, and Cyno barely suppressed the smile that itched at his lips as you, for the millionth time, proved the saying to be true.

He didn’t have much time to linger on the thought, a curse spilling from his lips as, without warning, you pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, tongue flicking out to drag along the slit. His hips jerked, his grip tightened on his pen--barely stopping himself from dragging a dark line across the whole paper, which would have forced him to restart. 

His gaze darted down, shooting daggers at you, but he couldn’t hold the irritation when the sight of you sucking gently at his tip, pupils blown wide and eyes lidded and dancing with mischief, came into his field of vision. His jaw clenched, and a part of him debating on trying to finish the report just to make a point.

He decided against it, in the end--but solely because it would be more work to restart if he messed up than it would to just finish later or in the morning. Not because he had lost his sense of self control. He laid his pen back down on the desk, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs just a bit more to give you more room.

He raised his eyebrows as you looked up at him, surprised, “Go on,” he said, voice low. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

Your eyes lit up so bright that he really couldn’t stop the way his lips pulled up this time. You removed your lips from the tip of his cock with a soft pop, and Cyno nearly hissed at the loss of your touch. His thumb caressed the back of your head as you nuzzled your face up against his cock, giggling.

“Missed you s’much,” you breathed out, warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin. Cyno had a distinct feeling you were not talking to him, your eyes trained solely on his cock as you spoke. His throat bobbed as you began to lay slow, lingering kisses on the length of his cock, nails digging into his thighs as you pressed your body up against his leg.

Cyno let out a low grunt as you sucked lightly at the skin, hips bucking up. “Stop teasing.”

“‘m not teasin,” he could feel you pouting softly, but only for a moment, because a second later he could feel the way your lips tugged up again, the soft smile he loved so much hidden against his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightened just enough to force you to look up at him, and Cyno bit back a sharp inhale when he caught the glossy sheen of his precum over your lips, caught how your eyes were half-glazed over as you looked at him--whatever words that had been lying on the tip of his tongue dissolved. 

“I need to finish the report,” Cyno’s voice strained as you returned your attention to his cock again, licking a long stripe up his length before kissing the tip. He groaned, head tilting back as you finally sucked his tip back into your mouth. Letting out a low curse and taking in a shaky breath, he forced himself to look back down at you. “You hear me?” 

You hummed around him, and the vibration sent a shudder through his whole body, one hand fisting your hair while the other gripped the arm of his chair so tight he swore it would break. You took him deep in your mouth, until his tip was nudging the back of your throat, lips sliding slowly up and down his cock, tongue swirling around it.

His blood burned, lips parted as you directed all of your attention to his cock. “Missed this,” he gasped, and he did. He had spent countless nights alone out in the desert missing the feel of your lips wrapped around his cock, your cunt squeezing tight around him--his hand wasn’t the same, didn’t feel as good even as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined you were there with him. 

You moved agonizingly slow, and the hand grasping your hair twitched with the need to push your face down, rock his hips up to chase the release he so desperately needed. He refrained, if only barely. 

You pulled off, and Cyno barely stifled the complaint that rose to his lips, gaze dropping down once again. You rested your cheek back against his thigh, looking up at him, and Cyno just couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed at your blatant teasing when you looked at him with clear adoration on your face. 

“I missed you,” you said softly, and this time you were talking to him, and he couldn’t help the brief pang in his chest as he let his hand slip from the back of your head to cup your cheek again, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. He knew the weeks away he spent were always hard on you but he also knew you couldn’t come with him for two reasons--one, you were still deep in your studies at the Akademiya, you couldn’t afford to leave the city yet; and two, his job was dangerous and he’d rather not put you in the line of fire, you were at risk enough from the people that were out to get him and would go to any lengths, including targeting the ones he cared about. 

A part of him wondered why you even stayed, but he could never bring himself to ask--every time the question laid heavy on his tongue, he could never force it out. As commanding of a presence that the General Mahamatra was, confident and stoic and intimidating to those who come across him, ice-cold fear flooded his veins whenever he mulled over the prospect of you leaving him for someone more present in your life, anxious that if he’d voice the question out loud, it would make you second guess, realize that you did deserve better than a man that was more absent than present. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, once again unable to push the question out yet again. 

You only smiled, nuzzling his thigh, “S’okay, I know you’re busy.”

Shouldn’t be too busy for you, he thought to himself, thumb running over your glistening, puffy lips. You kissed his palm once before batting his hand away, returning your attention to his cock. 

There was no teasing this time as you took him into your mouth until your nose was flush against his pelvis, cheeks hollowing as you braced yourself on his thighs. Cyno’s eyes nearly knocked back, exhaling sharply, a low moan and a litany of curses spilling from his lips.

You didn’t give him any time to try to regain control over himself, bobbing your head on his cock, tongue swirling around him, flattening against his slit and flicking over it lightly every time you dragged your lips to his tip. 

His hand shifted back behind your head, head thrown back as he guided your lips up and down his cock. “Just like that,” Cyno groaned, thighs tensing as he forced himself not to fuck his hips up against your face. Your throat spasmed around him as he pushed your head down just a bit too quickly but Cyno couldn’t bring himself to apologize, words catching over another moan.

He could feel your throat tightening against the intrusion, barely able to drag his lidded gaze down to you to catch your teary eyes as you struggled to take him all the way down your throat, as you struggled to breathe. 

If it were any other time, Cyno would have loosened his grip on your hair, pulled his hand away from where it was laying heavy on the back of your head; his self-control had always been impeccable, even when he could feel himself on the brink of his orgasm, but this time was different. He had gone too long without your touch, without your lips, without your cunt--his body felt like it was on fire, aching for release, and you had been teasing him for far too long while he had been trying to finish the report. You really were the only one that could make the General Mahamatra lose control so easily, and he wasn’t sure if he hated it or loved it. 

“Gonna cum,” he gasped, “I’m gonna-

It was the only warning you got before Cyno let out a loud moan, one that he was sure that his neighbors could hear and would know damn well what the two of you were doing, but Cyno just couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. He spilled his release deep down your throat, and he could feel you choking on it, desperately trying to swallow it all.

After a few seconds, Cyno’s hand dropped from your head, and you pulled up, gasping for air, tears spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. Cyno’s chest heaved, reeling from the intense orgasm as he looked down at you. His cum dribbled down your chin and you were slumped against his leg, shoulders rising and falling rapidly as you tried to recover. 

You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him. “Now you can go back to your report,” your voice was hoarse and scratchy, and Cyno studied you for a moment, still half hazy. You looked more than content, letting your eyes flutter shut as you rested against his leg and once again that heavy feeling settled over his chest--guilt.

Guilt because he was always making you wait for him, guilt because he was putting you off for finishing reports, for meetings with the Mahamata--when he was in the city, he was usually back home by the time you were already fast asleep in bed, face nuzzled into the pillow that only smelt faintly of him. 

With that thought in mind, Cyno shook his head and stood up. You let out a surprised noise as you lost your balance when he moved, but Cyno was leaning down before you could topple over, large hands wrapping around your waist. He held your weight with one arm as he swiped his stuff off of the desk. And a part of him mourned the fact that he would have to rewrite the report and clean up the splattered ink.

He sat you down on the desk, kneeling on the ground in front of you and parting your legs. He could hear you inhale sharply, his name leaving your lips in a yelp but Cyno ignored you, tugging your underwear down.

He swallowed thickly, inhaling deeply as he took in your scent--drenched just from having your lips wrapped around his cock, he wondered when the last time you made yourself cum was, you always complained that you were never good enough to do it on your own, begging for his fingers and his tongue and his cock. 

He didn’t hesitate as he hooked your legs around his shoulders. He let out a low groan against you, hands slipping beneath your skirt, fingers digging deep into the plush skin of your ass as he pressed his face into your cunt. You cried out his name loud, hips jerking up as his tongue glided between your folds--if his neighbors hadn’t known what the two of you were up to already, they certainly did now, but Cyno was far too drunk on the taste of you to care.

God, he had missed this, you were intoxicating to him--from the first time he had ever tasted you, he knew he was a goner. Cyno sucked gently on your clit, relishing in the way your body shuddered, in the way your thighs clamped down around his head. Your hand found his hair, fingers intertwining with the strands, tugging so hard that it had him moaning into your cunt. 

Distantly, he realized he couldn’t breathe but he wasn’t sure he entirely cared--buried in your cunt, suffocating between your legs… Cyno figured there wasn’t a better way to go. You pushed him down harder, and Cyno hummed, nose pressed against your clit as he lapped at your release.

You had the prettiest pussy, Cyno was sure of that--heavenly to taste and even more heavenly wrapped tight around his cock. His grip on your ass tightened, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed his tongue into you, eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling of your walls spasming around his tongue. 

“Cyno,” you were pretty much sobbing his name as you tugged at his hair, “Cyno, feels s’good.”

Your words only spurred him on more, groaning as he fucked his tongue in and out of you, flicking it over your clit, tracing circles between your folds. You were squirming in his hold, hips grinding up against his face, back arching against his desk. 

He had missed this, the words rang through his head on repeat, recalling all of the lonely nights he had spent out in the desert longing for your touch, your warmth, playing memories of you over and over again in his head as he fucked his fist, chanting your name like a prayer to the gods. He was certain he could spend forever buried between your thighs--damn the Akademiya, damn the Mahamata, damn all of his responsibilities as General Mahamatra, so long as he had his lips sealed around your clit or his tongue fucking in and out of your cunt, he would die a happy man. 

“Cyno, ‘m gunna cum,'' you pulled hard at his hair, and he wasn’t sure if you were trying to push him off or pull him closer. His teeth grazed your clit lightly and that was all it took to have you crying out his name, body spasming against the desk as you came all over his face. 

Cyno let out a muffled moan into your cunt as he lapped up your cum, sure not to let a single drop fall to the hardwood desk. 

You were still trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm and Cyno was still half-drunk off of the taste of you when he forced himself to his feet, only hesitating for a split second before he lifted you into his arms to bring you over to the bed.

Laying you down gently before following you onto the bed, he hovered above you, pressing his lips to your forehead and then to your nose. 

You giggled softly. “What about your report?” you asked.

“I’ll finish it in the morning,” he murmured, nipping your cheek. “Right now, all I want is you.”

[seirenspinel]

Heheheh

DANGEROUS GAMES | CYNO

pairing: cyno x fem!reader.

summary: your boyfriend finally comes home after being gone weeks for mahamatra duties and finds himself in a rather difficult position when you make it your goal to cause him to lose control while finishing up his mission report.

warnings: fem!reader, oral (f->m, m->f), brief manhandling, reader teasing cyno, pussy drunk!cyno.

notes: this was only supposed to be a 500 word drabble. sobs.

wordcount: 3.3k

“Mm, I told you that I had to get work done tonight,” Cyno murmured, gaze flickering down to the ground where you were leaning against his leg, head resting on his thigh as you blinked up at him, eyes wide and innocent as if you hadn’t just been dragging your lips up his skin, dangerously close to his cock.

He supposed he had known what he was getting into as soon as you had shot him that pouty, pleading expression, fingers digging into his forearm. 

“I just want to be close to you,” you had said, and Cyno knew better than anyone that wanting to ‘be close to him’ always led to something more, but Cyno could never say no to you, especially when you looked at him like that. So even though he knew damn well that he had a report that he had to finish by dawn tomorrow, he still gave you the okay.

And if he hadn’t been certain already that your intentions were less than innocent, he absolutely was sure when instead of climbing onto his lap like you usually did when you were in a mood, you slipped beneath the desk, curling up at his feet and laying your head on his thigh, giving some half-assed excuse as to why you’d prefer to be down there instead of in his arms. 

“I’m not stopping you,” you smiled, eyes alight with a sort of excitement that he hadn’t seen in a while. His blood ran hot, and he pressed his lips together tight--he couldn’t blame you, he mused to himself, Cyno had been away for weeks hunting down a rogue scholar, he had missed you just as much as you had him. “Or is the General Mahamatra’s grasp on his self control so weak that just a few kisses are enough to break his concentration?” 

He eyed you, unamused at the challenge--if he were any other man, he was sure he would have broken there as your tongue darted out to swipe at his inner thigh, eyes bright and teasing as you watched his face for any crack in the hard exterior. But Cyno was not any other man, he was the General Mahamatra of Sumeru’s Akademiya and it would take more than just a few taunts to make him falter.

Cyno clicked his tongue gently, placing his pen down on his desk as he reached down to cup your cheek. His fingers danced along the soft skin of your cheekbone and he watched with lidded eyes as you instinctively leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. Cyno’s breath caught, taking in your lax expression as you basked in his touch, a familiar, warm feeling enveloping his chest--one that he had missed severely over the past few weeks.

As if you could sense the moment of weakness, like a spinocrocodile drawn to blood, your gaze trained on his face again, teasing and playful, waiting for him to give in. The hand on your cheek slid to your chin, gripping it hard, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” he said firmly, dropping his hand to redirect his attention back to his document, picking up his pen to continue detailing what exactly had happened while he had been hunting the rogue scholar. 

The giggle you let out nearly had him pause mid-stroke of his pen. “Yessir,” you said softly, breath ghosting over his bare thigh, and Cyno almost bit down on his tongue, teeth scraping against the muscle as the heat pooled down to his lower stomach immediately. 

He forced himself to continue writing, brows furrowed at the clear interruption of the letter he had previously been writing--a stray line jagged off at the side, physical evidence of his momentary lapse of strength, one he prayed you didn’t catch. Your lips tugged up against his skin, and he knew that you hadn’t missed it.

The soft kisses you had been laying upon his skin turned heavier, wetter. He inhaled deeply as you sucked gently, certain that you were leaving a trail of bruises along his thigh in your wake. It took all of his inner strength to force himself to continue filling out the report, abdomen tensing as every movement you made dragged your lips further and further up his thigh.

You were playing a dangerous game, he noted as he let his free hand drop to the back of your head, fingers intertwining with your hair. It was another sign of surrender, he realized duly, but he supposed the way you let out a pleased hum against his skin made up for the internal disappointment he felt at himself.

You resumed your mission with a more intense fervor, and distantly, Cyno realized that he might have fucked up by giving you that brief yield. Give a step, take a mile, the old saying rang through his head, and Cyno barely suppressed the smile that itched at his lips as you, for the millionth time, proved the saying to be true.

He didn’t have much time to linger on the thought, a curse spilling from his lips as, without warning, you pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, tongue flicking out to drag along the slit. His hips jerked, his grip tightened on his pen--barely stopping himself from dragging a dark line across the whole paper, which would have forced him to restart. 

His gaze darted down, shooting daggers at you, but he couldn’t hold the irritation when the sight of you sucking gently at his tip, pupils blown wide and eyes lidded and dancing with mischief, came into his field of vision. His jaw clenched, and a part of him debating on trying to finish the report just to make a point.

He decided against it, in the end--but solely because it would be more work to restart if he messed up than it would to just finish later or in the morning. Not because he had lost his sense of self control. He laid his pen back down on the desk, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs just a bit more to give you more room.

He raised his eyebrows as you looked up at him, surprised, “Go on,” he said, voice low. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

Your eyes lit up so bright that he really couldn’t stop the way his lips pulled up this time. You removed your lips from the tip of his cock with a soft pop, and Cyno nearly hissed at the loss of your touch. His thumb caressed the back of your head as you nuzzled your face up against his cock, giggling.

“Missed you s’much,” you breathed out, warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin. Cyno had a distinct feeling you were not talking to him, your eyes trained solely on his cock as you spoke. His throat bobbed as you began to lay slow, lingering kisses on the length of his cock, nails digging into his thighs as you pressed your body up against his leg.

Cyno let out a low grunt as you sucked lightly at the skin, hips bucking up. “Stop teasing.”

“‘m not teasin,” he could feel you pouting softly, but only for a moment, because a second later he could feel the way your lips tugged up again, the soft smile he loved so much hidden against his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightened just enough to force you to look up at him, and Cyno bit back a sharp inhale when he caught the glossy sheen of his precum over your lips, caught how your eyes were half-glazed over as you looked at him--whatever words that had been lying on the tip of his tongue dissolved. 

“I need to finish the report,” Cyno’s voice strained as you returned your attention to his cock again, licking a long stripe up his length before kissing the tip. He groaned, head tilting back as you finally sucked his tip back into your mouth. Letting out a low curse and taking in a shaky breath, he forced himself to look back down at you. “You hear me?” 

You hummed around him, and the vibration sent a shudder through his whole body, one hand fisting your hair while the other gripped the arm of his chair so tight he swore it would break. You took him deep in your mouth, until his tip was nudging the back of your throat, lips sliding slowly up and down his cock, tongue swirling around it.

His blood burned, lips parted as you directed all of your attention to his cock. “Missed this,” he gasped, and he did. He had spent countless nights alone out in the desert missing the feel of your lips wrapped around his cock, your cunt squeezing tight around him--his hand wasn’t the same, didn’t feel as good even as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined you were there with him. 

You moved agonizingly slow, and the hand grasping your hair twitched with the need to push your face down, rock his hips up to chase the release he so desperately needed. He refrained, if only barely. 

You pulled off, and Cyno barely stifled the complaint that rose to his lips, gaze dropping down once again. You rested your cheek back against his thigh, looking up at him, and Cyno just couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed at your blatant teasing when you looked at him with clear adoration on your face. 

“I missed you,” you said softly, and this time you were talking to him, and he couldn’t help the brief pang in his chest as he let his hand slip from the back of your head to cup your cheek again, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. He knew the weeks away he spent were always hard on you but he also knew you couldn’t come with him for two reasons--one, you were still deep in your studies at the Akademiya, you couldn’t afford to leave the city yet; and two, his job was dangerous and he’d rather not put you in the line of fire, you were at risk enough from the people that were out to get him and would go to any lengths, including targeting the ones he cared about. 

A part of him wondered why you even stayed, but he could never bring himself to ask--every time the question laid heavy on his tongue, he could never force it out. As commanding of a presence that the General Mahamatra was, confident and stoic and intimidating to those who come across him, ice-cold fear flooded his veins whenever he mulled over the prospect of you leaving him for someone more present in your life, anxious that if he’d voice the question out loud, it would make you second guess, realize that you did deserve better than a man that was more absent than present. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, once again unable to push the question out yet again. 

You only smiled, nuzzling his thigh, “S’okay, I know you’re busy.”

Shouldn’t be too busy for you, he thought to himself, thumb running over your glistening, puffy lips. You kissed his palm once before batting his hand away, returning your attention to his cock. 

There was no teasing this time as you took him into your mouth until your nose was flush against his pelvis, cheeks hollowing as you braced yourself on his thighs. Cyno’s eyes nearly knocked back, exhaling sharply, a low moan and a litany of curses spilling from his lips.

You didn’t give him any time to try to regain control over himself, bobbing your head on his cock, tongue swirling around him, flattening against his slit and flicking over it lightly every time you dragged your lips to his tip. 

His hand shifted back behind your head, head thrown back as he guided your lips up and down his cock. “Just like that,” Cyno groaned, thighs tensing as he forced himself not to fuck his hips up against your face. Your throat spasmed around him as he pushed your head down just a bit too quickly but Cyno couldn’t bring himself to apologize, words catching over another moan.

He could feel your throat tightening against the intrusion, barely able to drag his lidded gaze down to you to catch your teary eyes as you struggled to take him all the way down your throat, as you struggled to breathe. 

If it were any other time, Cyno would have loosened his grip on your hair, pulled his hand away from where it was laying heavy on the back of your head; his self-control had always been impeccable, even when he could feel himself on the brink of his orgasm, but this time was different. He had gone too long without your touch, without your lips, without your cunt--his body felt like it was on fire, aching for release, and you had been teasing him for far too long while he had been trying to finish the report. You really were the only one that could make the General Mahamatra lose control so easily, and he wasn’t sure if he hated it or loved it. 

“Gonna cum,” he gasped, “I’m gonna-

It was the only warning you got before Cyno let out a loud moan, one that he was sure that his neighbors could hear and would know damn well what the two of you were doing, but Cyno just couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. He spilled his release deep down your throat, and he could feel you choking on it, desperately trying to swallow it all.

After a few seconds, Cyno’s hand dropped from your head, and you pulled up, gasping for air, tears spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. Cyno’s chest heaved, reeling from the intense orgasm as he looked down at you. His cum dribbled down your chin and you were slumped against his leg, shoulders rising and falling rapidly as you tried to recover. 

You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him. “Now you can go back to your report,” your voice was hoarse and scratchy, and Cyno studied you for a moment, still half hazy. You looked more than content, letting your eyes flutter shut as you rested against his leg and once again that heavy feeling settled over his chest--guilt.

Guilt because he was always making you wait for him, guilt because he was putting you off for finishing reports, for meetings with the Mahamata--when he was in the city, he was usually back home by the time you were already fast asleep in bed, face nuzzled into the pillow that only smelt faintly of him. 

With that thought in mind, Cyno shook his head and stood up. You let out a surprised noise as you lost your balance when he moved, but Cyno was leaning down before you could topple over, large hands wrapping around your waist. He held your weight with one arm as he swiped his stuff off of the desk. And a part of him mourned the fact that he would have to rewrite the report and clean up the splattered ink.

He sat you down on the desk, kneeling on the ground in front of you and parting your legs. He could hear you inhale sharply, his name leaving your lips in a yelp but Cyno ignored you, tugging your underwear down.

He swallowed thickly, inhaling deeply as he took in your scent--drenched just from having your lips wrapped around his cock, he wondered when the last time you made yourself cum was, you always complained that you were never good enough to do it on your own, begging for his fingers and his tongue and his cock. 

He didn’t hesitate as he hooked your legs around his shoulders. He let out a low groan against you, hands slipping beneath your skirt, fingers digging deep into the plush skin of your ass as he pressed his face into your cunt. You cried out his name loud, hips jerking up as his tongue glided between your folds--if his neighbors hadn’t known what the two of you were up to already, they certainly did now, but Cyno was far too drunk on the taste of you to care.

God, he had missed this, you were intoxicating to him--from the first time he had ever tasted you, he knew he was a goner. Cyno sucked gently on your clit, relishing in the way your body shuddered, in the way your thighs clamped down around his head. Your hand found his hair, fingers intertwining with the strands, tugging so hard that it had him moaning into your cunt. 

Distantly, he realized he couldn’t breathe but he wasn’t sure he entirely cared--buried in your cunt, suffocating between your legs… Cyno figured there wasn’t a better way to go. You pushed him down harder, and Cyno hummed, nose pressed against your clit as he lapped at your release.

You had the prettiest pussy, Cyno was sure of that--heavenly to taste and even more heavenly wrapped tight around his cock. His grip on your ass tightened, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed his tongue into you, eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling of your walls spasming around his tongue. 

“Cyno,” you were pretty much sobbing his name as you tugged at his hair, “Cyno, feels s’good.”

Your words only spurred him on more, groaning as he fucked his tongue in and out of you, flicking it over your clit, tracing circles between your folds. You were squirming in his hold, hips grinding up against his face, back arching against his desk. 

He had missed this, the words rang through his head on repeat, recalling all of the lonely nights he had spent out in the desert longing for your touch, your warmth, playing memories of you over and over again in his head as he fucked his fist, chanting your name like a prayer to the gods. He was certain he could spend forever buried between your thighs--damn the Akademiya, damn the Mahamata, damn all of his responsibilities as General Mahamatra, so long as he had his lips sealed around your clit or his tongue fucking in and out of your cunt, he would die a happy man. 

“Cyno, ‘m gunna cum,'' you pulled hard at his hair, and he wasn’t sure if you were trying to push him off or pull him closer. His teeth grazed your clit lightly and that was all it took to have you crying out his name, body spasming against the desk as you came all over his face. 

Cyno let out a muffled moan into your cunt as he lapped up your cum, sure not to let a single drop fall to the hardwood desk. 

You were still trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm and Cyno was still half-drunk off of the taste of you when he forced himself to his feet, only hesitating for a split second before he lifted you into his arms to bring you over to the bed.

Laying you down gently before following you onto the bed, he hovered above you, pressing his lips to your forehead and then to your nose. 

You giggled softly. “What about your report?” you asked.

“I’ll finish it in the morning,” he murmured, nipping your cheek. “Right now, all I want is you.”