#cyno imagines

[alatusprinz]

asking genshin boys "what are we?"

characters : tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche

genre : fluff

scenario : reader asks them "what are we?" when they had automatically assumed you were aware of their feelings towards you

trigger warning : none except everyone here being short, i hope

tighnari

before you even asked the question, tighnari had a bad suspicious feeling about you today

he lightly sighed while looking over some of his leftover paperwork

even during his "office hours", he couldn't help but notice the "sneaky" glances and pretty much everything he's ever known about nervous body language from you

"you ask the most intriguing questions whenever you're fidgeting like that. tell me, what is it?" he couldn't help the sarcastic tone even if he tried

but his half-joking tone helped you relax, tighnari seemed to have talent at naturally calming you down

okay, here goes nothing.

"what are we, tighnari?" you finally managed to ask him

he answered with absolutely no hesitation immediately

"you? a human if my memory serves. as for me, i happen to be a fennec fox hybrid."

"... tighnari..."

stops writing at your tone- that didn't sound like you were joking

you were being serious? no way...

tighnari looked straight into your eyes, expression conflicted

he furrowed his brows and kept eye contact to see if you were pranking him or something

"...you're joking right?" he asked, half hopeful that he wasn't the one jumping into conclusions here

"...no"

he looked speechless, but then he let out a sigh

"enlighten me on what exactly makes you confused on what our relationship is?" he was sure he made it crystal clear

"we... i don't know, i can't tell. that's why i'm asking you" disbelief was written all over his face at your answer

"i held your hand."

"you did."

"i hugged you before."

"yes?"

"...i gave you flowers i grew myself on numerous occasions."

"yes, i'm keeping them as a bookmark like you suggested."

tighnari's scowl deepened, trying his hardest not to look lowkey offended that you were still confused after all that

how could you even not know, everyone knew from the forest rangers crew so why didn't you?

never mind, you clearly needed confirmation

"... i believe i have romantic feelings for you and just until now i was under the impression that you were aware." your eyes widened at tighnari's blunt words

you noticed the pink flush in his cheeks when he finally had to admit

"geez, want me spell it out for you? need a contract or something?" despite his complaint, tighnari felt content with the way your expression showed clear signs of happiness

how could you not fall even deeper for him, when he looked that adorable with rosy cheeks and slightly downturned ears?

approaches you from his desk and sits next to you

places his hand on yours, lightly squeezing them

"well, how about you then? what am i to you?"

cyno ( general mahamatra )

cyno's face remains emotionless most of the times, everyone who ever met him would agree in a heartbeat

he also had this habit of keeping very, very unwavering eye contact on whoever he was talking to

you've heard many of his subordinates mention how scary and intimidating it was to face his stone-cold stare

and to your absolute horror, he looked the same as ever when you nervously asked something that's been on your mind for days and weeks now

"what are we, cyno?"

"..." almost as if frozen, cyno stayed silent and merely stared at you like he did every day

oh no, this was definitely not the reaction you were ready for

his gaze seemed a bit too heavy on you, especially with how his scarlet eyes were emphasized by the comforting darkness of midnight surrounding you

"i mean- what i meant was-" before you could finish your sentence, he blurted out, loud and clear

"are we not already dating?"

a painful silence followed

it was your turn to freeze now

already dating...? but...

"no?" you blurted out before you could control it

your heart dropped at cyno's normally stoic face clearly flashed signs of sadness

"wait no i mean- but you didn't... ask me out" you barely managed to ask

cyno blinked once, then twice

then finally for the first time, you saw the general mahamatra ever avoid your gaze and cough in a bashful manner

he awkwardly scratched his neck and looked away from you

were you imagining things, or does he look... super nervous right now?

your eyes nearly fell out of your socket, he looks so adorable...??

"i... thought you already knew, i apologize."

finally after a while, cyno fixated his gaze on you again and regained his posture

"i like you, (name). i'd like to date you... if you share my feelings."

god, he really is the prettiest boy, isn't he?

kaedehara kazuha

the moment you mentioned that you wanted to talk, kazuha gently holds your hand and stares lovingly with a soft smile on his face

"of course, love."

it wouldn't matter where he was or what he was doing, he'd always make time for you. always.

when he led you to a place where you could have privacy, your heart fluttered at how his hand never left yours

when you two were alone, kazuha turned at you

nods and looks at you with the most adorable look in his eyes

"yes, what is it, love?"

he didn't look... like this with others right?

"kazuha... what are... we?" you finally gained the courage to ask him

not surprised in the slightest at the question and finally connecting the dots as to why you looked so nervous

smiles and looks at you like you brought the moon to him

and to him, you did.

you brought the entire galaxy, staining, painting his world with the most beautiful of all colors he could've never imagined

which is why he feels slightly guilty that he's left you in the dark about his feelings

"what was my nickname for you, i wonder?" he smiled adorably

"...love?"

"yes, dear?"

you felt your cheeks flush at the unexpected answer, kazuha's soft giggle making your heart skip a beat

"i'm sorry for leaving it unclear." kazuha laces his fingers with yours

you stared into his eyes, unable to control the slight flush in your cheeks

kazuha couldn't stop smiling, just how beautiful and lovable were you? <3

with a soft giggle, kazuha placed a fleeting kiss on your hand

then another one on your forehead

"i'm yours as you are mine, love. if you'll have me."

scaramouche ( kunikuzushi )

"kuni... what exactly are we?"

"huh?"

he was sure he misheard that

he must have misheard that, right? tell him he's right and it was just a prank

outright glares at you when you stay quiet, looking at him all expectedly like you wanted an answer

god, stop looking at him like that... you look too cute it makes him feel all weird and warm inside, stop it-

of course you wanted an answer, everything with scara confused you the more you spent time with him

you were positive friends didn't act like... this

... but he also never confessed or anything of the sort

"you're telling me you're..."

realizes that you're serious, his face flushing in embarrassment and frustration

"god, how dense are you?" he sounded so disappointed, the tone of his voice irked you

"hey, you can't blame me for wanting disclosure, it's confusing!"

"how don't you know? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"what am i supposed to know? you don't need to act all weird and just answer like a normal person would- ouch!! what was that for?"

flicks your forehead damn hard

then, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him

you lost balance at his unexpected actions and stumbled into his chest

one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to his slender body

you could barely breathe, you confusedly directed your gaze at him

but before you could say anything, scaramouche laced his fingers to yours, holding your hand a little too intimately than you expected

all words died in your throat

smirks at your reaction, holding your hand tightly now

"do you hold other guys' hands like this?"

"what- no!"

"hmm, i wonder why." you could almost hear the smirk from his voice

again, you opened your mouth to say something but was silenced for the second time

"then do you do this with other guys?" his husky voice whispered

grabs the back of your head with his free hand, then leans in

before you knew it, his lips were on yours

it was as though time itself has stopped that moment

you finally eased into his kiss, squeezing his hand back

scaramouche stared at you after pulling away

then smirked way too arrogantly than you'd have liked to see

...like he was proud of himself

deeply satisfied with how baffled and shy you looked, it was even better for him when you turned your gaze away to avoid his violet ones

he grabbed your chin and made you look at him, letting out a low laugh full of satisfaction

"figure out "what we are" yourself now, would you, darling?"

[atskiruma]

his reaction to your pajamas

expl: they pay your house a visit and see you in your pajamas, flustered by the exposed skin when they're so used to seeing you in your regular outfit

a/n: back

second person writing no pronouns used

Diluc didn't often pay your home a visit because he never had a reason to do so. You were always on time to the tavern, so today, when you had shown up late he decided he'd pay a visit just to make sure you were alright!

It wasn't often that he took this trip to the other side of the city of Mondstat. He only really saw these parts when he was doing his justice as the "Darknight Hero," but he knew you lived here when he had to drop you off after a couple too many drinks. Which was a shame because you also never remembered when you practically clung to him the whole way while flirting.

He took a couple steps towards your door and knocked 3 times. Standing in silence for a bit before hearing the sounds of some clattering objects in the house. Along with the sound of your voice cursing when something fell with it.

The door swung open and you appeared before it, disheveled, and looking like you just woke up. Your expression immediately turning flustered when you realized your boss was at your front door, and you were dressed in your pajamas.

Diluc's eyes flew to your appearance, especially the fact that the clothes you were wearing were very uneven, along with a lot of skin being shown. You seemed to notice his glance going down further and further, before raking back up to your eyes. Lifting the bottoms that were slowly falling down your hips, you sheepishly smiled before speaking,

"Diluc! Can I ask why you-" This was when your face dropped in immediate realization. Unfortunately, your brain chose at that moment to catch up with everything surrounding you. It was the afternoon, you just woke up, and it was Sunday. Wait? It's Sunday.

You jumped nearly 50 feet, scattering to explain with your hands in the air. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! I was out really late last night and I- God I'm so sorry! I will be down there in 5 minutes trust me I promise!"

Rushing back into your house, slamming the door and the sound of more clattering objects and your cursing reached Diluc's ears. He finally allowed his face to dust a shade of pink, pulling his hand over to his mouth and rubbing it in an embarrassing matter.

Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" he was vicious, strong, and scary. Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" but here he was, doing an errand. Ridiculous, an errand? All he was trying to do was make his way up to the top of the Wangshu Inn when Verr Goldet practically cornered him and asked him for a favor.

And how can Xiao say no? She gave him a place of safety and he would do anything to repay her for the kindness she's shown. Verr had asked him if he could deliver a package to a room closer to the top floor. He knew it was your room just by the number, often walking by and waiting a few seconds to hear any noises in there.

Xiao knocked on your door, silently hoping you wouldn't take your time getting to the door and this could end quickly. He waited a couple more seconds before hearing the sounds of you walking towards the door. The door opened slower than he thought it would and you came out looking like you had just woken up the minute he knocked.

Your pajamas were hanging loosely off you and Xiao's eyes wasted no time looking down at all the exposed skin that was showing. Your eyes squinted so much that you couldn't see the way his face lit up like a firework at the sight of you.

"Xiao? What're you doing here?" The voice you spoke with sounded groggy. Still unaware of The Conquerer of Demons losing it at your appearance. He said no word and quickly handed over the package, nearly making you lose your balance before disappearing away.

Scaramouche was not an observer, he didn't care what people were doing or what they looked like. All he was focused on was doing his own thing. Which was why it confused him to no end why Kusanali was managing to keep his attention right now.

At least, to Scaramouche. it was confusing, but the Dendro Archon knew what she needed to say in order to keep the wanderer's attention. Your name alone kept him focused on her words and she continued to manage to add you to the problem in order for him to find the solution.

"And that's why I think if we manage to get-"

The sound of a door slamming alerted both Kusanali and Scaramouche, along with the Traveler and Paimon across the room. Your flustered appearance entered the room, clearly out of breath from running all the way up here. Why did they put so many stairs leading up to the Sanctuary?

"Nahida. I am. So sorry. That I missed-" The sounds of your out-of-breath panting were in between every word you spoke, which eventually just led you to put your hands on your knees to catch it. You ran all the way up here as soon as you woke up, seeing the sunshine high in the sky and knowing you forgot to meet up with Nahida about the plan she had. Which led you to rush out in your pajamas, earning a few strange looks from passers-by on your way up.

"I had totally overslept and forgot about the plan..." Your words trailed off when you finally looked up and saw Scaramouche gleaming a bright red at your outfit. His eyes were anywhere but your own, examining your body like he was trying to engrave the image in front of him.

"Scaramouche? Are you okay?" Your voice finally reached his ears as he recollected himself from the shock, shooting his eyes back up to your own. The emotions that ran through were clear, confusion, embarrassment, and then finally anger. He shot up from his seat startling both Paimon and the Traveler, Nahida remaining unfazed.

"This is stupid! I'm out of here!" His voice trailed off as he stomped away from the scene. Knowing that when he was out of shot, another glance at your back would send him red-faced again.

Cyno found himself once again back in the desert visiting the Traveler and their flying white-haired companion in order to help with another quest. Back in the village of Aaru Village, the 3 traveled around asking about something the quest giver was looking for.

"And I told her there was no way I was falling for- Hey look, it's Candace!" Paimon exclaimed, pointing in the direction where the indigo-haired woman was walking. They managed to catch up with her after Paimon's screeching caught her attention.

She told them that she was going back to the main building where they had first gathered when the Traveler visited, saying she was finished running her errands and was returning back. Cyno nodded in silence while he let Paimon do most of the talking, letting his mind wander what you were up to right now.

The 3 entered the building and quickly helped Candace settle her bags onto the table. Paimon was just to go back to squeaking before Cadance quickly threw a finger over her mouth and pointed towards the couch in the corner.

There you slept, half off the couch with your pajamas nearly falling off your shoulder and hips. Cyno knew you were in the room since he entered, and didn't let his eyes leave your figure in the corner once. His face was blank, but anyone who knew him closer than others would know he was flustered by all means. Which meant Cadance's smile didn't leave her face either when she watched him move his eyes across your whole body.

"Cyno! Cyno!" Paimons voice returned to his consciousness and he quickly looked over at her, not before shooting an extra glance toward you again.

"We're leaving now? Are you gonna come with us?" She said, floating around in an impatient manner. He shook his head and spoke, "No, I have other matters I need to catch up with here as well. You can go on ahead."

The Traveler nodded before Paimon could complain and walked off back to where the original quester was waiting. Cyno turned back to you before realizing Cadance had left the room too.

You later woke up with the General Mahamatra's sleeping form in the chair near you, and a blanket covering your whole body.

alhaitham visited and cyno nearly broke his skull in when he saw his eyes shoot to your body

[azullumi]

tighnari, cyno, alhaitham — attention ☆彡

warning — suggestive content ahead, it's not smut though.

summary — when he's so needy and wants your attention but you're so busy and focused on what you were reading.

characters — tighnari, cyno, alhaitham (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — suggestive content, needy boyfriends who wants your attention, established relationship; scenarios

word count — 1108

a/n — this was supposed to be wholesome but what the fuck happened

TIGHNARI

normally, in these situations wherein you're focused on doing something, he would just let you be in which he first did not until such a long time—specifically an hour— had already passed and for the past hour, all that he could ever hear and see when watching you was the sound of your laughter and rolling around the bed with a grin on your face.

it just annoyed him— the fact that you haven't spoken to him once in the entire time and you had your nose all up in that book. he wanted you to pay attention on him but he doesn't want to admit it.

tighnari walks until he arrives in front of you then proceeds to snatch the book away from your hands—in which your attention was then also grabbed as you yelled out of protest of his actions but he just ignored you— before placing it somewhere else out of your reach. 

"hey—!"

"now that solves the problem." standing in front of you, he spoke in a somewhat proud tone of voice as he crossed his arms across his chest, his stare down at you as he gazed into your eyes while you looked up at him.

"i'm still not done reading yet." you say, sulking, and he only chuckled seeing your expression. sure, he could have just let you be with your book but something in 

"and i need your attention." and before you could even respond to what he had said, he had already leaned down to kiss you. just like how quick he was to capture your lips, preventing any protest from coming out of your mouth, he was quick to part but he remained close to you. he placed his hand on each side of your head, trapping you in between his arms.

you wanted to say something, to respond so you swallowed hard, opening your mouth to speak but no voice came out. in the end, you could only remain silent.

"i want you right now, (name)," he says against your lips, low like a whisper and feeling his breath fan your skin before closing in the distance between you two.

well, let's just say that you really had your attention on him the whole night just like what he had wanted.

CYNO

"can you pay attention to me now?" his voice, though emotionless when heard at first, is actually laced with hints of annoyance as he has been watching you read the book on your hand the whole time while laughing and giggling like a little girl. it irks him off especially when he's been with you the whole time, waiting until you drop that book and turn to him instead.

"cyno, hold on, wait, w-what are you doing—" panic sets in, a flustered expression on your face, as you noticed what he's doing while still holding the book tightly on your hand to which annoyed him more because how come you still won't put that thing down?

cyno is a man known for his stoic expression and strict personality along with such an amazing patience and tenacity as he is even willing to find or specifically, hunt down individuals who even tries to escape from his judgment no matter where they are, even if they are across the desert or the other side of the world.

however, none of that patience that he is known to have seems to exist as of right this moment when he's kneeling down directly in front of you, positioned in between your legs as he kisses his way up to your thighs, maintaining eye contact the whole time. now you're entirely focused on him, breath being held in as you felt a fluttering feeling of a butterfly's wing in your stomach, eyes completely on him and gazing at his each and every move.

you were unconsciously anticipating, waiting, and watching his next choice of action not knowing that you have already put the book down and you didn't fail to notice the glimmer that appeared in his eyes when he saw you do so. a smile tugged on his lips and he murmured against your skin:

"good. because i don't have all the patience that you want me to have."

cyno is a man of great patience not until when it comes to the matters of you and your attention in which he always wants without admitting it.

ALHAITHAM

alhaitham has you close to him, near him. you were settled in between his legs while you have your back pressed against his chest. you were there with him, awake and conscious, but it feels like you weren't because you have your focus entirely on somewhere else that is not him, 

"(name)." he calls out and you only respond with a hum, still attentively reading the book in your hand, not wanting to miss out on one of the most important events in the story.

"(name)." he calls out once again, this time his voice was lower and annoyance staining his tone to which you failed to notice since you were so focused on what you were reading. hearing no response only irked him off more and he could only think of one way to steal your attention away from that book.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, positioning you much closer to him. warm and ticklish, you feel his tracing your jaw and trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin, which will surely leave marks and bruises on it.

distracting but you couldn't find it in yourself to push him away nor shrug him off. you couldn't even understand what you were reading anymore, words were simply just letters on paper no matter how hard you try to focus. you just feel so dizzy.

"still not willing to pay attention to me?" he whispers, tickling, and you could feel the smirk that starts to form on his lips witnessing you struggle in coming up with a response.

"w-wait, let me just finish this, i promise."

he only hums, clearly not accepting your answer as he continues the onslaught of kisses on your neck. dizzy, your mind was in a haze, your thoughts seeming like blurred photographs but he didn't stop and only added more to the feeling when his hands started to roam around your body. one of his hands has made its way to the insides of your shirt and in contrast to his warm kisses, his hand was cold and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"i'm not going to stop until you get rid of that and focus on me instead."

— navigation | masterlist

[angelltheninth]

Cuddling and Sleeping with Cyno

Pairing: Cyno x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, literal sleeping together, neck kisses, sleepy kisses, Reader being held down

A/N: Felt like writing a little fluff for Cyno, I don't write much for him so now I wanted to.

He always sleeps almost naked, cold nights don't happen often so he sees no need for much clothes

If you want to cover up a little more that's fine by him, but you can enjoy his muscles all you want

Doesn't really care what position you fall asleep in as long as he can have his arms around you, that's good enough for him

When cuddling he will spontaneously kiss your neck, and introduce soft tongue flutters over your skin that break up your words

Snores but very softly, almost like purrs when you're laying on his chest

Moves around a lot in his sleep and takes you with him most of the time because he just does not want to let go of you, you're his pillow, his cuddle buddy

When he can't sleep due to stress he likes to listen to your breathing and your heart beat

Loves it when you play with his hair while cuddling

A good head massage will put him right to sleep in your lap

Super clingy in his sleep, you're not even getting up to pee without waking him up

Even if you do he will sleepily follow you and wait for you while leaning against the door, his eyes barely open

Once you're done he'll follow you to bed and then its right back to sleep until morning, or until he decides to let go

[trannyctophiliac]

not good enough for you

where you feel insecure because you genuinely feel like you aren't good enough for him, but he thinks otherwise.

{CW!!: suggestive, mentions of reader wearing a skirt/dress but gn, different types of insecurities, js know you are stunning with all of that baes <3}

characters: ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, tighnari, and wanderer

- set in modern au for a few, ~1.2k words in total -

ayato: pillar of fortitude

you being insecure just influences his spending habits on you. it increases tremendously.

of course he'll comfort you, give you attention, all that jazz, but him?

he buys even more things he thinks you'll look absolutely lovely in.

dress shirts, dresses, skirts, shorts, literally anything that he might think you'll like he'll get it.

you walk out of your shared bedroom with your hands behind your back and your gaze cast to the floor timidly. ayato nearly choked on the boba he was drinking when his eyes laid on you. the way you looked up at him with your eyes all the way to how you stood, he thought you looked ethereal. "my love, how could you be insecure when you look so lovely?" he pulls you into his arms, hands going down your waist. "are you sure? " you mumbled, your eyes focused on the ground. rubbing over your hip dips before cupping your ass, ayato used his other hand to make you look up at him. "you have nothing to worry about.. let me spoil you."

childe: tartaglia (did my man WRONG)

he honestly thinks you're joking when you first tell him, that's how good looking you are.

he hypes you up a LOT more than usual, making sure you feel extra special before anything.

being so fr, he's the type to comment first and most under your instagram posts

most definitely brags about you on his socials as well, has a highlight for you and everything

cyno: judicator of secrets

"childe, why am i getting hundreds of notifications? from YOUR account?" your boyfriend shrugs as if he doesn't know what he did, replying with a simple, "just making you feel good, that's all." after going to the notifications, your heart gets more and more full as you read the compliments he paints your phone screen with. they all came with such love and adoration which varies from "THATS MY S/O RIGHT THERE YOU GUYS!!!" to dumb pick up lines that have you rolling your eyes. you smile softly as you like every single one of his comments, pinning one at the top of your post. despite his cheesiness, you know from all of these that childe truly does think you're the prettiest.

his jokes slowly turn into cheesy pick up lines about how pretty you are, like those REALLY bad ones

its sort of misleading at first and makes you think he's doesn't care, and trust me he does! he's just bad at words of affirmation

not to mention, i believe he tells you you're so pretty and amazing and beautiful and just EVERYTHING in bed

he's totally up for fucking you in front of a mirror to get it through your head about how pretty you are

when he walks into your small shared apartment after a grocery run, he sees you staring into the mirror. you're poking your stomach fat around your belly button, sighing softly. he comes up behind you, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your hips. cyno digs in his pocket to pull out a small card, before saying, "good thing i have my library card, because i'm checking you out." you look up at him with an attempt at a deadpan, which morphs into a moan as he starts touching your hips, slowly going lower. "if you can't understand how gorgeous you are, i'll make sure you know by tonight."

diluc: the dark side of dawn

he would for sure be such a good person to talk to about your insecurities to and receive comfort

i think that when he was younger, he was also a little insecure about his appearance because of his hair and eyes, since it wasn't normal (i js know that when kaeya came around he got less and less insecure as he grew up but THIS ISNT ABT THEM.)

he would kiss every insecurity and go on rants about how much he loves them, because he loves every part of you

for the sex life? things like stretch marks make him go FERAL. literally all of your beautiful insecurities make him FERAL

as you let out a small moan, diluc spreads your legs open and start kissing up and down your thighs. your stretch marks were more prominent in the moonlight coming from the window, and that alone made him hard. "you're so beautiful my dear.." he took his finger and traced over them. when you looked down, your eyes widen to see him, looking at them like how people look at constellations in the sky. looking at them with such admiration, diluc kissed them over and over. "so pretty.. let me make your pretty body feel good."

tighnari: verdant strider

he would 100% accidently turn it into a lecture about self-confidence and would go on and ON

after knowing about your insecurities, he would bring flowers from his research and give them to you, they reminded him of you

although he would comfort you plenty, he is one sassy ass fox so he would be very sarcastic when you do bring yourself down

he would list all of your achievements while calling you the dumbest person he's ever met

"yeah you are pretty dumb now that i think about it." your heart dropped as those words came out of his mouth. before you can say something, tighnari continues. "it's not like you won the nationwide botany fair for sumeru or anything." your lips formed a pout as you spoke, "but you were my partner! of course we got won." he rolled his eyes before looking at you with a deadpan expression; "did you forget i was sick the whole time? you had to do it by yourself." a shy "oh" left your lips while his arm wrapped around your waist. "have more confidence in yourself you big lummox."

wanderer: eons adrift (named kunikuzushi for convenience)

he's like tighnari in a way, but much more heavy on the sarcastic and snide comments

he can't really comfort you because he can't even believe that he's good enough for you

tries his best though, always makes an effort to compliment you, even if the compliment is very choppy

isn't the best person to go to for insecurities plaguing your mind but it's nice to be around him anyways

you yelp in pain as kunikuzushi flicks your forehead out of annoyance. "shut it, you're giving me a headache." you sigh, "i'm being serious kuni, i really don't think that i look good enough for you." as your teary eyes dart to the ground, you feel his arms wrap around you. "you are so annoying.. of course your good enough. more than good enough you dumb fuck." you smile a little at his harsh words, knowing that's his way of comfort. while trying to stop your tears from falling, you couldn't hear his soft words in your hair. "you're so fucking pretty, i hate when you say otherwise dumbass."

written 3/20/23 || credits go to me || asks open <3

[lizbotw]

do not disturb | wc: 2.7k

Cyno hums in contemplation, the cool water flowing over his fingers. He turns the faucet off just as he hears footsteps on tiles and takes a towel to his hair, counting the four seconds he knows it takes to get to the room.

“Cyno, I really don’t- oh,” you stop in your tracks, right on time. He doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re holding a familiar folder of papers with complaints outlined in red ink. “Sorry. I didn’t…”

“You should really learn to knock first.” He thinks it’s funny because the rooms here don’t actually have doors, just sweeping arches for the great big important spaces, and then tiny arches for less important rooms (like his apparently), and then medium-sized ones for… well other things. Kaveh was the Kshahrewar graduate, not him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. And… and…” He can just hear you bristle. You even straighten up a little judging from the faint shuffling. “And I don’t know, maybe you should put up a sign or something.”

Cyno rubs the white towel over his head slowly, finally standing up from where he’d been kneeling. “Maybe I should.” He’s seriously considering it—you always bring up good points. “Though, I thought everyone knew only my room is in this wing. You’d have to go out of your way to get here.” That and he’s just come back from an expedition. No one bothers him after those.

Thick water droplets and remnants of the desert circle around the drain. You hadn’t walked in on much. He had been rinsing off the sand grains that stuck to his arms and shoulders and were especially annoyingly weaved in his hair, but he’d also removed his armor—he didn’t typically wear much anyway so to see him with even less was probably too cruel, even by your standards.

Cyno turns just enough to watch you under his bangs and nearly bursts out laughing (or, that’s to say, he can’t help but crack a smirk). Even from his peripheral, he can tell his exposed back and arms have caught your attention. If he could get closer, he’s sure your pupils would be blown wide the same way they were when you saw Avidya Forest for the first time. Your eyes dart around—to the walls with sandy desert motifs and his spear propped up in the corner and the window that blows in a warm breeze laced with the smell of dinner preparations, and then always, always they wander back to him.

Are you trying not to stare? He wouldn’t have noticed if you had and yet, it still seems to matter to you. Archons, you were so professional sometimes it made him dizzy.

“You’re the only one who visits anyway,” he adds, line of sight dropping back to the dripping faucet. He rubs harder at his hair.

“That’s beside the point!” You latch on to the distraction. “It’s bad enough I have to walk across the entire palace to get here! Not to mention, what were you thinking with this thing? I’m so sick of reading the same report—”

Right. You would have been in his office today. All alone.

The towel bunches under his grip and he closes his eyes for a brief second. Then, it falls around his shoulders as he turns and walks over to you.

“Is that from last week’s Amurta incident?” Cyno tips the folder towards himself, feeling hot air on his cheek when you huff. His handwriting is smooth on the front. He’s leaning in closer than needed to read it but truthfully the words just swim in his vision. He knows what they say anyway. Typical researcher-thinks-the-desert-is-empty-enough-to-cover-their-totally-fucked-up-experiment situation. (“They thought it was… deserted.” He had paused for a moment to gauge your reaction as soon as he’d gotten back. This masterpiece couldn’t wait any longer to be told and he’d practically run to your room. “But actually I was there. So it wasn’t.” You kicked him out record fast.)

“Yes! This shouldn’t be taking us this long to file.” If he really concentrates, he can feel the vibrations of your words, he thinks. It bristles his skin and he leans back, releasing the document and shrugging. He eyes the wall inlaid with gold circles above your head to calm down.

“So just send it in. Nothing’s stopping you.”

“I can’t! You keep making all these corrections I have to add in.”

The straight line of his mouth wavers. “That was the joke. I’m the one stopping you.”

You deadpan. “You’re horrible.” When he doesn’t say anything back, you smack his chest with the folder, punctuating your words. “You made me write this entire thing and I stayed up all night working on it and you and your stupid, stupid”—two smacks for that one—“brain are just never satisfied”—he blinks at that and mulling it over, he catches the folder (eyes still tracing the intricate spirals and corners of the Scarlet King’s symbol the best of Eremite sculptors had carved out a millennia ago; though, he’s not that impressed by something like that at the moment), and you tug it back right away but stop hitting him.

“And you keep making me rewrite it. Speaking of, why am I even doing this in the first place?! I wasn’t even there! I’m so sick of you. Either let me come with you on missions or keep doing everything yourself like an idiot and file your own stupid paperwork after! It’s not my fault some of the details aren’t accurate. You know, you care too much about doing everything the “just” way. I swear you’re somehow worse than my old Akademiya advisor!” You suck in a breath and Cyno thinks you’re done until your renewed lung capacity proves him wrong. “Well, you know what, I’ve got some corrections to your corrections and—”

He finally lets himself look at you, bored after following the same golden line to its end five times, and immediately hears a rush of blood in his ears. He speaks quickly before he can get tongue-tied. “So, a sign,” he interrupts your tangent. The last word you were saying breaks off unsatisfyingly. You look like you want to murder him and he feels his heart burn from the center out and melt into lava in his chest. Up close, your hair is tousled by the dry heat and your eyes dot orange with the setting sun. “And what should it say? Do not disturb?” Cyno suddenly finds himself missing your fiery gaze when you tear away.

“I mean, yeah.” You’re flipping through the folder now, no doubt trying to find your least favorite part to criticize, this time right to his face. You miss the terrible, terrible trap he sets with his words and proximity. “The hell else would you put on it anyway,” you scoff.

He cuts in before you can get back to business. “You’re right.” Your eyes snap up, eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, to question why this part of the conversation is still going and he catches your wrist to stop your flipping. He can see the exact moment you notice how close he is, how he’s inched in until only the open folder you hold separates you.

Your eyes widen and your lips part just the smallest bit as though there are words on the tip of your tongue and he thinks you look otherworldly. He gives himself a moment to take you in before his voice drops to only between you two. “I think do not disturb would be perfect.” The tip of the report is digging into his chest now. The thought of how painful a papercut that would be in the desert barely crosses his mind.

The gears turn in your head, slowly, as the second meaning sinks in. He watches in rapt interest as your previous inhibitions melt away and your pupils dilate. You’re already looking much more sluggish than before, relaxed enough that he releases your wrist and lets his hand run up your bare arm. “Cyno…,” you sigh—you’re immediately embarrassed and glance away but then at his lips curved in a cruel smile and back to his eyes. Your skin is soft and burning, and he can’t tell if it’s just him imagining it or if it’s really how he makes you feel. He squeezes your bicep lightly, then lets his touch move up over your shoulder and ghost over your neck until you shiver and your gaze turns lidded.

Cyno hums and leans in, not missing the way your eyes fall shut the rest of the way and you tip forward in anticipation. He feels a hand on his chest and fingertips pressing into him, and you’re so soft and warm. He moves to cup your face and your lips bump together, and those careful fingertips against him turn into sharp nails.

He breathes you in and then molds his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and it feels like you’re taking all of his oxygen, condemning him to the underworld for losing himself to his desires. Even when his grip on your jaw tightens the smallest amount and he presses his tongue into your mouth, Cyno is careful, barely holding onto himself. He doesn’t know if you’re as affected as he is but the tortuous pace is both heaven and hell to him.

It’s you who tips the chaste balance and throws your arms around his neck, never pulling away but always tugging him in. He lets go of your jaw and both of his hands find your waist on instinct, and he wants to be disappointed in himself when he stumbles you back until you’re pressed up against the open doorway but you taste so good there’s no way he stands a chance.

The sensation is overwhelming and his cloudy mind zeros in on the way his bare chest presses to the smooth, silky front of your shirt and how smooth and silky your lips feel and how perfect and soft and warm they are, and how ungodly pretty they always look when he stares. He feels carnal compared to your composure.

So unprofessional we keep doing this, he thinks faintly, buried behind thoughts of worship. Then, he feels a heat burst in his heart and quickly amends it. No. So terrible I keep doing this. So wrong.

And something about pulling you deep into the haze behind his righteous persona is even worse (even better) than anything else he could come up with. The truth has him kissing you harder and you mewl at his hunger—you who’s a way better person than he is, who always sticks to the book, who always gives him what he wants.

Judgment day couldn’t come soon enough.

His hair’s still dripping wet he realizes as the cold drops fizz into nothing between you, swallowed up. Your fingers are digging into the same muscles of his back you’d been staring at earlier and Cyno feels the scrape of the papers that had been pressed between the heat of your bodies before—the whole reason you’d even come.

He bites at your bottom lip, giving you the faintest moment to catch your breath. “Be careful not to drop them,” he mumbles, heated teases brushing against your jaw and just under your ear when he licks a stripe up them. You whine and tug him back up to you, probably so sick and tired of fucking hearing him talk all the time (this is precisely why he does it).

Your hands are in his hair now and he groans as your fingers card through the mess of wet curls and pull them and twist and shove his lips further into yours almost in the hopes you’ll become one.

Cyno has the inkling a sign wouldn’t do much if you’re both going to be so shameless in the open about it.

He’s glad his room is so removed from the rest of the building. It’s still a risk that raises delicious goosebumps on his skin but practically no one would bother coming out here of their own free will or see what was his during a quick walk down a hallway.

Cyno lets himself drown in your lips—you’re more forceful this time, more desperate, and he can see your threads coming unraveled—until you decide you actually need a proper break to breathe and pull back, shoving his face away in amusement when he goes chasing after you.

You’re both panting hard and he finally registers the screaming of his lungs for air. He has no idea how he looks but your image is another hit to his already foggy brain—it’s a sight for the ages, a sage that he sears into his mind and wants to imprint into history books everywhere.

You’re smiling so wide, he can’t look away from the pretty color of your bruised lips if he tried.

A few droplets from him drip down your cheek and he thumbs them away carefully, placing a light peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Your hair’s a mess,” you comment breathlessly, breaking him from his stupor. It’s then that he feels your touch carefully rearranging his bangs. It’s a sharp contrast to your heavy tugs moments ago and makes his heart flip and ache and everything in between in a way that’s both different and the same.

Cyno huffs a laugh. “Let me finish getting ready first next time then.” He goes back in to kiss you but you shake your head, covering your mouth and burying your head in his chest. He hears the giggles that escape between your fingers and feels the faint shake of your body with the weight of them.

“That bad, huh?” He blows a strand out of his face. When it falls back right in front of his eyes, he runs a hand through his hair and shoves it all back, no doubt ruining it further.

You look up when he cages you in, a forearm above your head and the other still wrapped around your waist. You’re beaming when he leans your foreheads together.

“I love you,” you say, lost in his eyes.

Cyno’s fingers squeeze into a fist above your head where you can’t see them. No matter how many times you say it, he’s filled with emotions that have no names every time. “I love you too.” He has to stop himself from saying more.

“But I don’t know if I love you enough to—” He doesn’t let you make the choice because he swallows up your next words. He feels mildly bad that he keeps cutting off your sentences today but when you smile into the kiss he knows you don’t mind—plus, he gets the feeling you planned this one at least. Anyway, his hair can’t bother you if you can’t see it.

You’re the one who pulls back again the next time and the heated air within the confines of Cyno’s arms is palpable. Tipping your head back to the wall, you stare at him with a blissful expression, content, and eyes half-closed. In the silence, only both of your heavy breaths could be heard.

“Mmm,” you sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut as you gather your wits about you, looking so perfect and happy. Cyno’s shameless staring doesn’t stop even when you open them. “I’m still going to need you to look over those reports on your desk.”

He kisses you again, nerves on fire, and when he pulls away you’re both panting again. “I don’t think we need to go to my office to talk about them.” Fuck, he kisses you searingly one last time, unable to control himself, before he untangles from you. You’re slightly dazed and reach out for him again in your confusion, but instead, he lightly intertwines your fingers. “You’re already here. It wouldn’t be right to make you walk back.”

Cyno then pulls you behind him, out of the open archway, and into his darkening bedroom. That sign would probably come in handy right about now.

[lucluvr]

⌗ IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU, BOY YEAH: ft. alhaitham, cyno, and kaveh!

-- CONTENT: alhaitham isn’t the only one fucking you silly, but he doesn’t need to know right...?

-- WARNINGS:  nsfw, dumbification, pussy inspection, infidelity (?), exhibition, bimbofication, degradation, hair pulling, cunnilings, jerking off, use of “puppy, bunny, pretty, little one, whore, slut” use of a leash. <3

-- WORDS: 1k 

--NOTES: im not sorry. i was terribly horny n i couldnt get alhaitham’s teaser out of my mind...anyways please enjoy ! (i didnt write tighnari bcos im gna be so honest, i have no idea how to write for him)

thinking about being alhaitham’s pretty girlfriend who gets fucked silly by his drinking buddies...he brings you to the tavern after work, his arms secured around your waist the whole time. 

he shows you off like a pretty item. his hands constantly on you, lips attached to your neck, softly sucking on the skin under your ear. you try and muffle your noises by tugging at your quivering lips. 

alhaitham isn’t oblivious to the stares from his buddies. he can see the strain on their pants, or the soft flushes on their cheeks. he enjoys toying with them like this. 

youre his girlfriend, and his only. sometimes if kaveh pissed him off more than usual this week, he’ll toy with your pretty cunt under the table. 

he’ll softly encourage you to voice how good he makes you feel just from such a miniscule action.

though alhaitham is oblivious to one thing....

“kaveh, please” you whine and whimper into his pillows. they’re always so soft. so comfortable. often times you find yourself comparing it to haitham’s bedding. his is soft, but this? this is heaven...

“did you say something, little one?” he asks sweetly. his hips pistoling into that spongy spot in your cunt. with every thrust of his hips, kaveh has you seeing stars. 

his nimble fingers find purchase at your clit. he rubs harsh circles into the little nub.

you cry out, back arching off the bed. kaveh always likes to play with your cunt while alhaitham works. 

this way he’ll get as much time with you as he pleases. often times he’ll toy with you from the moment alhaitham leaves and stops just minutes before alhaitham comes home.

kaveh adores your noises, the way your hide your face behind your hands right before you cum. he loves how you react when his fingers pull and pinch at your nipples. 

your little whines and whimpers keep him young. he swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful...

“come on, pretty. just one more time okay? i promise,” he’s promised this request over five times now. just one more, just one more -- you’ve heard numerous times that you know this wont be the last. 

your cunt is spent and your body is shaking. tears ruining the pretty makeup you put on for the date you had with alhaitham later. 

when kaveh’s done fucking you in his bed, he’ll send you on that date with alhaitham with his cum securely stuffed in your cunt.

you come back everytime though. anytime you and haitham argue, you knock on kaveh’s door for a shoulder to cry on.

sure, he does let you cry on his shoulder, just with his cock stuffed inside your tight cunt.

kaveh swears he’s never had pussy like yours, and he truly believes he’ll never find anyone like you. 

however, when night falls and alhaitham removes your panties, he finds white globs of cum in your hole. his fingers inspect your pussy. 

“bunny, did you play with yourself again? you know you’re not supposed to...” his voice darkens a little. alhaitham is not stupid. 

he’s aware kaveh got his clammy hands on your soft body, again. alhaitham thinks he should start keeping you on a leach at this point. if that’s what it takes to keep his roommate off of you, then he’ll do it. 

“how does a pink collar sound for my pretty bunny?” 

when it comes to cyno, he’s a lot more mean that kaveh...

cyno constantly calls you a whore for his cock. he pulls on your hair, sucks on your nipples and clit until they’re throbbing. 

even then he says they’re still begging for more. his fingers rub up and down your slit, smearing your slick all over your lips and thighs. he prods his fingers at your tight hole, forcing his way in. 

you shut your legs quickly, not allowing him in. he shakes his head,

“how are you expecting to take my cock if i can’t open you up?” he asks. he always talks so condescendingly towards you. 

but cyno says that his demeaning words make you wetter and cum faster, that’s why he’ll never stop

“can take it, i promise. ‘m a big girl, i can take it!” you shake your head, lining yourself up with his leaky cock. his precum smearing all over your thighs. he hisses at the contact, he hasn’t been able to feel your soft pussy wrap around his cock in weeks. 

alhaitham’s been off on vacation, but he’s finally back at work. cyno requested your help with a mission, (and with much reluctance) alhaitham let you tag along with him.

“fine, don’t complain that it hurts then,” he complies, flipping you over on his desk. he lifts your hips in the air, leaving your feet dangling. 

his finger runs over your slit once more before aligns his cock with your hole. he rams his cock inside you in one swift movement. 

your hands fly to the edge of the desk to hold you up, but you end up with your face squished against the cold wood of his desk. 

your lips allow wanton moans to fall out as cyno pistols his cock inside you over and over again.

“ah~ cyno, stop, stop!” you sob onto his desk. one hand on your naked hip, the other grabs your hair, pulling on your scalp. you gasp out at the pain. cyno won’t stop fucking into your heat, and honestly, you don’t want him to.

he’s so mean it feels so good.

“you fucking slut. you enjoy me fucking this hole, don’t you? yeah? mm, what would alhaitham think, hm? you think he’d like seeing me fuck his whore of a girlfriend silly? i know you love it,” little does cyno know, alhaitham’s been watching the scene since you walked into his office. 

ever since he found about your rendezvous with kaveh, he’s been keeping you on a tight leash. 

this is the first time in weeks you’ve been free from his clutches, yet it seems like alhaitham may just have to never let you off of it. 

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[auratux]

hello aimee 😈

may i have some cockwarming headcanons with cyno, itto, childe, and ayato? THANK YOU SEXY LADY 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i love when sleepysnk sends me requests !!! i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: cock warming, use of pet names

Cyno

he's on the quiet side and not as expressive but his touch speaks for itself. he grabs at you, bites you, and leaves marks with his touch.

instead of him teasing you, you tease him. teasing him leaves him in a vulnerable state until it flips onto you

"look at you," you coo into his ear, muscles contracting and squeezing around his cock that's buried deep inside. A sigh slips from your lips whereas a quiet moan emits into the air.

the general lay beneath you, his white locks sprawled underneath him giving him the look of what seemed like an angel. his chest heaves, his orbs wandering over your body on top of him.

cyno grunts, reaching up to grab at you but is forced back down by your hand. cyno is much stronger than you but in a state like this, it's safe to say you have the power over him.

"You can't touch me," you hum, rolling your hips forward. your head hangs back, a sound of pleasure rippling through the air. he squeezes his eyes shut, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.

"who would have thought the general would be so submissive and obedient?"

cyno's face heats up from embarrassment. he himself didn't even know how he got into this situation but yet, here he was.

a clench from your cunt sent him over the edge. a surprised squeal squeaks out from you as he uses his might to flip you onto the bed, his hand grasping and squeezing your neck with just enough force to get you to shut up.

"you really think that's funny huh?" he whispers, leaning forward. his nose presses up against yours and he can feel your hot breath on his face. "we'll see who is laughing once I'm finished with you."

Arataki Itto

he absolutely teases the crap out of you!! he loves hearing your little whines and enjoys feeling your hips desperately move against him to feel any sort of pleasure

he's an ass man and would definitely spank you if you were to move while he told you not too. he just wants you to be his good girl :(

"What a good girl," Itto chuckles, his fingernails digging into your bare ass cheeks. "Look at you, taking me like a champ."

You whine in response, your fingers tangled into his white locks, giving it a gentle tug to which he lets out a small grunt.

Your hips snap forward, a moan emitting for your throat. Suddenly his hand raises into the air and comes down onto your skin— leaving a tingling sensation.

“What did I say about not moving?” He whispers into your ear, taking the shell in between his teeth and nibbling gently. “You’re not being a good girl, aren’t you?”

“N-No..”

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punishment,” you whisper, eyes glossy and lips formed into a pout.

He chuckles, leaning back to take you in. The back of his finger strokes your cheek, leading down to your lips. His finger pulls down your bottom before releasing it.

“And you’re gonna take it.”

Childe

it was his idea to actually try this. once you did it, he started having immediate regrets.

he whines and grabs at you, trying to keep you as close to him as possible and try not to move but it's impossible with how good you feel

"mm, fuck," Tartaglia whispers breathlessly, anchoring his head to stare where you connected. he practically groans when he sees your juices dribbling down his inner thighs.

he can hardly control himself. you feel so damn good that it causes his brain to fog and all he can think about is you. your scent, your small noises when he adjusts you or himself, the way his name slips off your tongue. you drove him crazy.

his hands drag up and down your sides, moving up to your breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. he watches how your chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. it's a beautiful sight to him and he can't believe he's the only one who gets to see you like this.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters, locking eyes with you. his ocean hues bore into yours, his cheeks flushed and his hair sticking to his forehead despite his lack of movement. at any moment, he's bound to break and fuck you into the bed.

he groans when you clench around him. As an instinct, he snaps upward into you, your moans coming out in sync. it felt so good. his cock twitched and he couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck baby," he seethes out, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I can't take it anymore.. be a good girl and make me feel good, yeah?"

Kamisato Ayato

he's a busy guy and doesn't have the time (usually) to engage in physical intimacy but he does try his best.

most of the time he enjoys having you sit in his lap, his cock buried deep within your cunt while he works. he listens to your whines, begging him to push you onto the table and take you right there but he has work, you understand don't you?

"ayato," you whisper, clawing at the wooden table that sits in front of you. your toes curl at their own command, thighs twitching at the soft hum he gives out in return.

one of his hands goes up and down your inner thigh, the pad of his finger ever so grazing the area you needed him most. a small gasp escapes your lips when he comes into contact with your clit but immediately let out a whine when he pulls back.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I can't take it anymore..."

"mm," he nods, leaning forward and resting his chin on your shoulder. his large hands take hold of the plush of your thighs, giving them a rough squeeze. you're so desperate for his touch that only that movement was enough for a moan to slip. "I can't do that."

"Please!"

"sorry my love but, no. I'm busy, can't you see?" he gestures to the scattered papers in front of him. he shifts on his legs, purposely snapping his hips up with his motions, a grin spreading onto his face when he hears you cry out.

his cock is so buried deep that even sitting on it was enough to have you shaking on his lap. your cunt flutters and tightens around him. you can feel him pulsing within you and the thought of him just sitting here and not having his way with you was another level of torture.

"you're going to wait, understand?"

[festive]

✿ - cyno x fem!reader

content+warnings: fem!reader, pet names used, established relationships, vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, use of vibrators, multiple orgasms.

✿ - a/n: posted on my ao3 a few days ago, decided to post here. anyways more scholar!reader x cyno. happy holidays, y’all!

++ tagging: @bubble4u @thicksimpx

Cyno's been worried about you; lately, he's overheard from the other students just how hard you've been working — day in and day out, dedicating yourself to your studies; even Faruzan had mentioned you once or twice to him in hopes that he could help.

Although, as clever as Cyno was, not even he knew what he could do — yeah, Cyno could play mother hen and tell you not to overwork yourself, but even he knows you're way too stubborn to listen, and you would probably shrug him off with 'just five more minutes.

Not knowing how he could help, he turned to a friend. He's thankful he caught Kaveh when he did, much to the blonde's dismay seeing as how Kaveh was complaining about being locked out again.

But considering how fond of Cyno, Kaveh was, as soon as he heard the dilemma, he was more than willing to help. He had given the smaller male plenty of solutions, yet they all led him to the same place.

A foreign goods vendor on the outskirts of the bazaar, that's what the eccentric blonde had told him.

Cyno walks around mindlessly, his eyes falling on all the different shops and trinkets that decorate the way. From the candy to the freshly baked goods, he'd bring you some later as a treat after he buys what he needs first.

Cyno did a fantastic job brushing off all the cowering looks he received from countless people, wondering what archon-forsaken thing sent him to the bazaar. Even with his disguise, the jackal ears that stood proudly on his hood were very distinguishable.

Look for the stand on the furthest part of the bazaar. It's hard to miss. Kaveh's words ring through Cyno's head. The stand on the most distant part.. he murmurs.

And sure enough, after walking for what felt like hours. There stood the shop, hidden behind two other stalls, draped in deep purple and golden clothes — although nothing distinguished this seller from the others.

"Are you the shopkeeper?"

He's greeted by a taller woman that dwarfed him completely in height, with darker skin — long purple hair that was parted down the middle, but what stood out the most was the pair of long, fluffy ears that protruded proudly from her head, reminiscent of Tighnari's, and the geo vision that rested upon her neck.

"Why yes, you're correct, young general mahamatra," Cyno quirks an eyebrow, and the woman laughs, pushing aside the candles and other exotic goods across the counter. "I am Sheba. I've heard all about you from Kaveh,"

Sheba, as she calls herself, ducks underneath her desk. Cyno can hear her fumbling with whatever's under there — watching as her puffy tail sways back and forth until she finally gets up.

"I have exactly what you need," Her cerulean eyes beam, lighting up in joy as she places an item on the counter, nearly pushing it into Cyno's hold.

Cyno glances at it expectantly, snatching it off the counter.

It looks like it's made of the same advanced technology the ruin guards are made of, he thinks — knowing exactly what their reactor cores look like, he finds it odd how the device has the same designs.

"Is this a weapon?" Cyno asks, curiously looking over the wand-shaped item he was handed — the object's outline reflecting in his ruby-red eyes. Cyno's seen many odd devices, runes, and mechanisms, but nothing compares to this. He continues examining it, checking for any blades.

The merchant laughs, nearly doubling over in amusement. "Hah, surely you jest?" Then, wiping at her eyes as water collects around the edges.

Cyno stares at her blankly, lips formed into a straight line before summoning his weapon. Sheba jumps, eyes locking onto the sharp blade of his polearm.

"Ahaha, no need for violence. Here, allow me to demonstrate," cautiously Sheba gestures towards the device, palm shakily reaching forward until finally, Cyno places the object in her palms. She chooses her following words wisely, she's heard of all the rumors and tales that circled the General Mahamatra, and she was determined not to be the next story in the tavern.

"Look," Sheba says while pushing one of the buttons. Cyno watches as the device's intrinsic designs glow before it starts up, the blunt end of the object vibrating furiously. "See, like this," The woman laughs awkwardly, trying to save her hide.

"I see,"

To further sell her point, she starts talking about how advanced the piece of technology is. "It's popular amongst the women in Fontaine. In fact," She drawls, watching as Cyno looms in closer. "they all recommended this as their best way to relieve built-up stress."

It's working. Cyno's further intrigued; his ears perk up when she mentions the stress part.

"And look," Holding out the device, Sheba waves it around before pressing another button. "It even comes with different vibrations, and you can control the speed!" She chirps, demonstrating all its settings.

"How much," Cyno asks, arms folded against his chest.

"200,000 mora."

"That's a scam,"

Sheba sighs, ears drooping dramatically before taking the toy in her palms. "I guess you don't really want to help your beloved that much," She turns away, a sly smirk playing on her lips while she waits for the white-haired man to fall victim to her ploy.

And just like that, it happens.

"I love my beloved wife very much," Cyno grumbles, reaching for his pouch that carried all his mora before dropping it on the counter. "It's yours."

"Sold," Sheba beams, "and just for you, I'll wrap it, just like a gift!"

After completing the transaction, Cyno picks up his purchase before trailing off.

Kaveh was right. His friend was a lovesick fool, Sheba thinks.

"Thanks for the purchase. I hope to see you again soon." She beams, waving off the smaller man, praying to the archons she'll see him again — fools like him were her favorite, easy buyers.

+

Cyno didn't even realize he was gone for so long until he felt the cold desert air brush against his skin, making haste towards your home away from school.

He can see the candle-lit room from your opened window. The more he peeks in. Finally, he can see you hunched over your desk on the other side.

He's quick and quiet — effortlessly sneaking in through the open window. You don't even realize he's in your room until he speaks up.

"My dove," his voice is soft but enough to startle you, nearly causing you to shriek as you jump in your seat.

"Oh, archons, Cyno, you nearly gave me a heart attack." You sigh, your heart still pounding from the scare you received mere minutes before.

Your lover apologizes, "You've been overworking yourself," Cyno points to the bags that have grown underneath your eyes, then to the paperwork in front of you.

"I know," You let out a heavy breath, "but look, I'm almost done," Before you pick your pen up, Cyno snatches it away, careful not to hurt you.

"Tonight, I want you to relax,"

"But,"

"I'm not asking you. You will," Cyno's voice is stern, causing you to lean back in your seat, defeated. Your eyes wander to the bags placed in his hands, and soon enough, his gaze follows yours.

"What's that," You point. Cyno merely shrugs, placing them both on your bed before digging through them. You're quick to recognize the smell that wafts through the air.

"Padisarah pudding," you inquire, sniffing the air for good measure. "I want it,"

A gentle smile tugs at Cyno's lips as a soft laugh escapes him. "After,"

You huff. "What else did you get?"

Cyno's hands fumble with the other bag. You can hear the sound of paper wrinkling as he searches for whatever it is. "A foreign gift," unboxing the 'gift,' Cyno holds it up.

You nearly choke on your spit as you realize what he bought precisely. "That's a vibrator," you cover your face in embarrassment, having heard countless stories about how your friends had enjoyed them.

"A what," Cyno looks at you perplexed, as he examines the vibrator again. "The merchant said this was popular amongst the women,"

You try to stifle a laugh, although you fail horribly. "Oh, I'm sure it is,"

As soon as you stop laughing, you explain to Cyno its purpose, feeding his curiosity as he stares between you and the toy.

"Can we use it?" Cyno asks all too eagerly.

"What,"

"Can we try it,"

Although embarrassing, it's pretty endearing seeing how eager Cyno was to use it. You nod, "I don't see why not, but how do to go about this?" Then, you question, did he want to watch you use it? You wonder.

A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, "You'll see."

+

The buzzing sound coming from the vibrator resonates through the room — mixed in with the soft gasps and whimpers that fall from your lips.

"Cyno,"

Your lover hums, rubbing circles into the softness of your breasts. Your legs are shaking above his, and it's getting harder for you to keep them extended —- sensing this, he spreads them even further using his limbs; your knees fold over him as he forces them open.

"Relax for me, my dove," Cyno dips his head further into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses upon the column until finally, his lips stop behind your ear.

"You've been working so hard lately, let me take care of you." The drop of timbre in his voice, mixed with his warm breath fanning against your skin, is enough for the hair on your neck to stand up while it sends shivers down your spine.

Leaving no room for argument, you recline to your fate — allowing yourself to relax as the toy rubs against your clit, massaging the poor bundle of nerves in a tantalizing slow motion.

"Cyno," you moan breathlessly as you allow your body to lay limp against his — closing your eyes, you let your head lul against his chest as you focus on the sensation, allowing your fantasies to race through your mind.

Cyno's hand plays with your breast while the other grips the vibrating wand, holding it between your legs as the heads nudged between your folds, vibrating against your clit.

The position your lover has you in is embarrassing, leaving nothing to be hidden as you're forced to stare at your semi-naked body in the mirror. In addition, your robe is awkwardly out of place, the ends bunched up around your waist, while the top is undone, hanging loose enough to expose your chest to the cool air.

"You're so beautiful," He praises, and you gasp — the toy bringing you even closer to your orgasm. You grab his wrist, your breaths becoming shallow as the coil in your tummy tightens.

"'S close," You slur, fidgeting in his lap, your ass grinding against his growing erection with enough friction to cause him to groan.

Even his grasp on the vibrator becomes shaky, as you continue to grind your hips against his, bucking your cunt into the toy.

"'S close, 's close," You cry out, Cyno presses another button, and you can hear the faint click before the head of the toy speeds up.

Although there's another faint noise, and just as you're about to cum, the toy stops — leaving you pent up at your high without a way down before the feeling disappears.

You look at Cyno horrified, and he mutters a string of curses under his breath. "Stupid cat, selling me a defective good," he swears in reference to the merchant from before.

"I—" he bites on his inner cheek, "I can fix this," Tossing the dead toy to the side, Cyno traces your folds with his fingers. Your slick catching on his digits. "You're so wet," He breathes against your shoulder before placing a sweet kiss on your skin.

You shudder, feeling Cyno sink his fingers into your heat. He starts with two, slowly pushing them in and out of your cunt — slightly stretching your hole with each thrust.

"More!" You whine, and you can feel Cyno's muscles flex against your back as he hunches over you — speeding up his ministrations.

As soon as your slick pools around him, he slides in an extra finger — curving them just enough to prod and poke at your spongiest spot that has you seeing stars.

He's sure he's found it by how your thighs quiver around his and how your breath hitches in your throat. Finally, he pulls back, retracting his fingers before sliding them back in with enough precision to impale that sensitive spot inside you.

Spots of white decorate your sight as that familiar feeling from before comes back. Your hands claw at Cyno's muscular thighs, your nails leaving scratches across his flesh.

"Gonna cum," You moan, drool spilling from the corner of your lips. You nearly lose it as you feel Cyno thumb at your clit — vigorously rubbing circles into the hardened nub.

Your body falls limp against Cyno's hold, your orgasm hitting you hard as he lazily pumps his fingers inside you while your walls spasm around him.

He kisses your temple, his lips soft against your skin.

"You did so well. You know that?" Cyno hums, and you can still feel his erection straining against you.

"What 'bout you," you slur, still hazy from your orgasm.

"Ah, don't worry about it," He says, placing a chaste kiss upon your lips.

"But I want to," Your hands weakly fumble with the hem of his pants until you finally free his cock — he hisses, feeling you guide him towards your cunt. Spreading your folds with his shaft as you grind yourself against him.

"You're dangerous. You know that?"

+

Cyno lays with his back against the bed, beads of sweat forming along his brows as he anxiously watches you.

You lift your hips slightly, aligning yourself with the leaky tip of Cyno's cock — rubbing it up and down your folds.

Cyno groans, and you feel him shudder underneath you before he mutters out a quick ‘don’t tease me’, there’s a pause, and you hear a ‘please’ after — it’s small, but desperate enough for you to almost feel bad.

"Sorry," you mumble, sinking your hips against his. You nearly choke on your spit as Cyno's cock forces its way inside you — his sheer girth alone, feeling like it'll split you in two.

A soft moan escapes Cyno's lips as he bottoms out, the warmth of your gummy walls wrapping around him going insane.

There's a smirk on your face as you lean closer to Cyno, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "Gonna take care of you,"

You wait for a moment, giving yourself enough time to relax around his girth.

Cyno, unsure of what to do, places his hands loosely on your hips, the tips of his thumbs rubbing circles in the softness of your skin.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and you can see his lips quiver as he tries to hold himself back — his flustered expression was cute, you think.

Your pace starts off slow while you relish in the way your lover's cock fits inside you — much to his dismay, Cyno rolls his hips against yours, desperately looking for more friction.

"Cyno," You moan, and the man underneath you groans, gritting his teeth — he can barely take it. He needs more.

Cyno doesn't say a word, and the grip on your hips becomes bruising, but before you have the chance even to think — you're flipped onto your back with your lover looming over you.

"Cyno," You look at him in surprise. Cyno readjusts your body into a better position — throwing your legs carelessly over his shoulders as he guides his cock back toward your hole.

You nearly choke on your spit as Cyno slams into you with a relentless pace, your arms wrap around his body in hopes of grounding yourself — though the more he ruts into you, the harder it is for you to think.

Especially when the tip of his cock pounds against your cervix with each movement while his shaft drags along your walls — all you can think about is how good he feels inside you.

"You feel so good," he groans, although you can barely register the words coming from his mouth. Your brain feels fuzzy, and it's getting harder for you to concentrate.

Cyno's name falls off your lips like a prayer as he continues thrusting into you, your walls squeezing tightly around him — it's not long before he pulls another orgasm from you.

This time you scream, falling slack against the covers. Cyno wraps an arm around you, almost possessively, while he readjusts your body to slam into you with a better angle.

He pants, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with a pap noise. He's close.

All it takes is a few more thrusts before his cock twitches for the last time — spilling his seed inside your cunt as he idly thrusts into you until he's sure you've thoroughly milked him.

The mixture of your juices seeps out from your folds as he pulls away with a squelching sound. His hold on your waist falters, but his arm still rests across your flesh. You can feel the sweat dripping from him.

You both don't say anything, preferring to bask in the silence of your post-orgasmic bliss and enjoy each other's presence. Until your stomach growls and your eyes shoot open. Suddenly you remember the treat he had brought before.

“Cyno, I want the pudding!”

[burnedwriter]

‘’mouthfull’’

A/n:here are some small drabbles that didnt make it into full fic.

warnings:smut,!Gender-neutral reader,69,a little bit of !dom reader in kaveh part,handjob,bj,teasing,slight exhibitionism,vibrator,bondage.

characters:kaveh,kaeya,cyno,neuvillette,wriothesley.

kaveh

kaveh sitting up on the edge of the bed as you kneel right infront of him,placing your hand on his inner thigh pushing them open into a spreading position,as your hand went towards his clothed cock.

‘‘you dont have to do this’‘kaveh said looking down at you.

‘‘i just want to do something nice for you kaveh,you dont have to worry~’‘you said looking up at him with a reassuring yet sly smile,you could see a small blush run across his cheeks.

Your hand now on his cock,fidgeting with the buttons on his pants before freeing his half hard cock,giving him a few pumps.The head of his cock already leaking precum.Grabbing his cock softly,moving your hand up and down,teasing the head in the process.Moving your mouth to the head,wrapping your mouth around it,giving kitten licks,now you could taste the precum.

Continuing to pump his cock with your hand while you swirled your tongue around the head,kaveh leaned back as he jolted his hips into your mouth from time to time and being unable to keep himself still,you could hear him being more vocal than usual,grunting and maning loudly at your actions.

kaveh throbed against your hand as the head flashed red,his abs flexing as well as his breathing became heavier.With one last pump xiao  finished,covering your face with his cum.

‘‘sorry’‘He apologised as he saw the mess he created,wipping your eyes so you could see.

kaeya

Feeling desperate you decide to get under his desk you decided to tease him a bit knowing anybody could walk in on you.

sneaking under kaeya’s desk,hastily taking ou this cock,earning a teasing remark from kaeya.

‘‘you couldnt wait until we got home hmm~’‘kaeya purred a sly smile at your desperation as you didnt waste a second.

wasting no time,you freed his cock from his pants,his teasing only making you more eager to continue.Kaeya taking his cock from your hand,giving you a light smacks on your cheek before he pushed himself into your mouth.

kaeya keeping his hips still so he doesnt gag you as you slowly took him deeper and deeper into your mouth,hitting the back of your throat.Waiting for a bit to get adjusted to his thick cock.You start bopping your head,hitting the back of your throat each time.

‘‘your fucking mouth’‘kaeya let out a breathy moan at your action.

Picking up the speed of your mouth,moving into a faster pace,making you choke on his cock as you drooled all over it.Rubbing your own thighs together  trying to get any form of friction as your own arousal started to build up.

‘‘you are doing so great,dear’‘choked praises coming from the man above,never taking his eyes off of you.

the sound of gagging bouncing off of the walls of his office before coming to a halt,as you took kaeya in your mouth fully one last time as he finishes.He slipped his hand under your chin,lifting your head up to look at him.

‘‘swallow it,i dont want to see you one drop leaving your mouth’‘

Wriothesley

Wriothesley trying to keep focus on his paper work,trying his best not to get distracted but his growing bulge that started to form in his pants,as images of you flashed in his mind from your previous encounters.

his grip on the paper tightened causing the paper to curl on the sides.Placing it down on the table his hand immediatly traveling down his pants,unbuttoning them quickly before taking his aching cock in his hand.He imagined how your lips will be around his cock,with a needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him.

His hand moving faster on his cock as he used his thumb to tease the head,thinking it was your tongue,making him groan softly.The images of you continued to flash through his mind,hoping that you were there with him,hearing you pleading to take you right here.

Fisting his cock, Wriothesley moved his hand up and down his cock in a frenzied pace,throwing his head back,as he groaned and moaned into the air.His cock throbing in his hand before he finishes all over it while some of it stained the floor.

cyno

as the night went on and the tension between you started to grow since you thought it was agood idea to tease cyno throught the day just to see how he reacts

as the both of you laid on your makeshift beds you noticed cyno’s heavy breathing along with how painfully hard he was.

crawling into his lap,you took him into your mouth.Cyno not wanting to leave you untouched and not wanting the pleasure to be one sided,he lifted your hips placing you on top of his face.His tongue skillfully  moving to where you wanted him the most, he sucked and nipped at all the right places, earning whimpers from you.The vibration of your sounds sending waves of pleasure on his cock,making him thrust into your mouth in response.You gagged against his cock as he started fucking your mouth while he used his skilled tongue brought you closer to your own climax

Afterawhile cyno twitched inside your mouth while your own pleasure was close to the finish line.With one last thrust cyno finished inside your mouth and close after a few licks  and swirls from him he made you reach your own climax.

Neuvillette

‘‘go on you know what to do’‘his voice cold and commanding as Neuvellitte placed his cock right infront of your mouth,touching your lips.Placing his hand on your head,guiding your mouth since a blindfold blocked your vision and your hands were tied behind your back.

Parting your lips,he slowly pushed himself inside your mouth.You start to move your mouth up and down his cock,you hear a click with Neuvillette pressing a button starting the vibrator that you had inside you.the sudden sensation send shivers down your spine,making you moan against his cock.

Feeling satisfied about well you were doing,Neuvillette clicked the button again turning the vibrator into a higher setting,making you releasing a louder moan this time.You could feel the warm feeling in your lower abdomen ready to snap at any moment.He took  notice of that as you bucked your hips desperetly,with another click the vibrator now was at the highest setting sending you over the edge.Your body feeling overstimulated as you just have finished,he continued to have the vibrator active making your whole body jolt violently,your mind going blank.

‘‘im close’‘Neuvillette said with a low grunt,it was what felt like hours of you trying your best to bring him close, he finally reached his first climax,unlike you that had already finished one time.Your body feeling shore and tired from your orgasm.Neuvillette placed his hand on your hair taking control over the pace into a fractic one.Making you choke on his cock before pushing your head down,he cumming inside your  throat.

[written-with-blue-ink]

Good morning, Blue. Since Gaming requests are on hold until the poll ends, how about I start with a Cyno request? Please kindly consider this Cyno request: Based on Cyno's 'Least Favorite Food' voiceline about his desert rations. The other Matras start noticing Cyno eating a pinkish jelly from a jar after mealtimes. Upon inquiry, they find out it was a jar of Zaytun Peach jelly you, the General's wife, made after he made a comment on how tasteless the rations were.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

Hey hon! Finally got to one of your requests! I hope you enjoy it!

Cyno X GN/Fem Reader

Sweet as Sugar

“Have you seen the General Mahamatra,” one of the newer guards asked, hands still reached out to absorb the warmth of the fire.

“No, he left sometime after dinner, he’s been doing that a lot more lately than normal,” the other responded. “He didn’t use to do this, I think something might be up? I mean, this person we’re hunting was in the same Darshan and similar year as the General… Maybe they were friends and this is upsetting him?”

The newer member nodded, looking at the direction General Cyno went before pulling himself up. “I’m gonna go looking for him. Feel free to stay here and tend the fire.”

The other nodded, watching the other walk off towards the nearby stones before turning his attention back to feeding the flames.

“General Mahamatra Cyno,” he called out, turning the corner as he let his fingers run against the aged stone. “Are you al…”

The new scout wasn’t really sure what to expect, he most certainly wasn’t expecting to find sitting in a corner General Mahamatra Cyno, one of the most terrifying men in Sumeru, huddled around a jar and mid-putting a spoonful of pinkish preservatives in his mouth. Their eyes met, catching them both off guard before the newbie said, “Yeah… I’m just gonna go now…”

- A few days prior - 

“What’s wrong?” The voice rang in his ears and a warm hand reached across the dining room table and placed on his. Her hands were warm and just the placement on his made him melt. 

“Nothing really,” he looked into your eyes as he grasped your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m just gonna miss you and your cooking on this upcoming mission.”

He looked into your eyes as he watched them narrow in the way you did as you thought, shining as gears turned in your head. “It’s not that big of a deal,” he continued, squeezing your hand before returning to the meal. 

- - -

Cyno didn’t normally sleep in but he would the day before he had to go on another mission. Rest was needed for these long journeys and his back felt better on your shared bed than on the sleeping mats they used, plus the extra time with you was exactly what he wanted. 

He felt the sun rest on his skin as he reached out but felt nothing there. He opened his eyes, the world partially blurry, to see no one next to him, an empty half of the bed. He pulled himself out of the covers, feet placed on the floor, and walked up to the door. As he pulled the food open, the smell of sweetened and stewed fruits hit his nose. 

He walked down the hall, eyes looking to the kitchen as he watched you stirring a pot and humming to yourself. Hips swaying side to side in rhythm to the spoon’s movements. He didn’t say anything, walking past you and starting the water to do the dishes. 

“What are you doing out of bed,” you question, not even looking towards him as you stir the concoction in the pot, “go rest and enjoy your day off.”

“I am enjoying myself; I’m with you,” he says, scrubbing the few dirty dishes in the sink. “What about you? Why aren’t you in bed?”

You hum, lifting up the spoon and inspecting the pink mixture. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said last night, about missing my food. I decided I would make something for you.”

Walking over, you lift the spoon towards his lips which he happily takes. The sugary fruits were stewed and dissolved in his mouth with minimal effort; releasing all the tension from his shoulders as he melted. “Zaytun peach preserves. I’ll make something to accompany them, I’m just not sure what yet…”

His eyes watched you in admiration. Stepping closer, he stretched upwards and placed his lips on yours. The taste of sugar was still in his mouth as he placed his hand on your forearm. As the two of you released, you couldn’t help but quip, “Well, at least I know I added enough sugar!”

[kazumist]

for @amaiaqt <3 gws baby mwa !!

“say ah,”

“no.”

cyno sighs at your response once again. you really needed to take this medicine so your fever would die down, but you just wouldn’t comply.

“why won’t you want to take it?”

“cyno, it tastes bitter as hell, and it makes me really sleepy if i take it.”

“but don’t you need rest to get better?” he raises an eyebrow at you, one hand still holding the spoon with the medicine on it. okay, he was totally right. but would you admit that? absolutely not!

he’s been here for approximately two hours and twenty-one minutes, trying to get you take your medicine. if it weren’t for a colleague of yours who visited your place a few hours ago, cyno wouldn’t even be here tending to your care. you could perfectly take care of yourself (despite being a bit childish about taking medications).

pulling up the blankets wrapped around you, you hid your face, avoided eye-contact, and refused to answer his question. you just really hated the taste of that godforsaken medication for fevers. which is why you haven’t taken it yet. it’s a bit petty, sure, but hey, who would want to take that? 

“love, please. we both know that you want to get better. so just take this, yeah?”

when cyno sees you shake your head for what seems like the nth time, he sighs.

he sighs, suddenly takes the spoon into his mouth, and he tries not to show that the bitter taste affected him. you were right—it does taste bitter as hell. but if it’s what you need to get better, it has to be done.

“love? why did you—hmf?” you got up a bit when you saw him put the spoon in his mouth, but immediately he shuts you up with a kiss and successfully gets you to take your medications.

he pulls away, watching you gulp the medicine down your throat.

“you idiot, what if you get sick too?” you glare at him, but both of you know that it wasn’t personal and that he just wants you to get better. 

“at least we'll be sick together?”

“you’re insufferable.”

“i love you too.”

[suguru-getos]

ok but we can both agree that cyno would have a thing for hair pulling, right?

Look at this dude! 👀 You mean to say he does not pull your hair while hitting it from behind? Does not make your back arch more because of his grip on your scalp? We definitely agree that Cyno has a thing for hair pulling. I, personally think he would be ridiculously meticulous about it though. Do you have a sensitive scalp? Are you prone to migraines? Man wants to know everything before he does it though. Observant General Mahamatra ftw 🙌🏻

[scaranation]

༊*·˚ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

ft. Akademiya Dottore (Zandik), Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Cyno, Tighnari

Content: Headcannons, modern high school AU

ZANDIK

Zandik is the type to disrupt class endlessly, being every teacher’s nightmare. His tendencies for violence and manic behaviour are especially present in science classes, wherein he’s been suspended multiple times for executing hazardous experiments.

Around you however, he’s almost a completely different person. The moment you express a hint of discomfort at his actions he’d stop immediately, quietly down and walking over to sit close to you instead. Teachers breathe sighs of relief upon seeing you in the same class as Zandik, knowing there’s at least one person that can manage his erratic mannerisms.

Zandik would also be immediately curious regarding anything you do. Oh, you’re reading in the library? Before you know it, he’ll be crouched in front of you - tearing the book from your hands to have a look at it.

Being the popular one despite his questionable behaviour, Zandik brings you with him to whatever social events he gets invited to - although he abruptly grabs your wrist and leaves most of them the moment you socialise with anyone other than him, muttering about how bored he was getting.

Zandik’s ego is too big to let him confess - rather, he’d either lead you into confessing first or simply forcibly announce that the two of you were dating. He simply can’t entertain the idea of rejection, much less when it came to you.

ALHAITHAM

This man was probably the most insufferable person you knew. He would achieve perfect scores in all his classes and act like the epitome of good faith in front of the teachers, whilst gloating and teasing you the moment they had their backs turned.

Would definitely make fun if you if you don’t understand content in class, although he’s secretly overjoyed to teach you anything.

When he really falls for you, Alhaitham would begin plotting his schedule so that his routine intersected with yours wherever possible - timing when and where he walked down the hallway, coincidentally showing up when the vending machine just so happens to break.

Alhaitham is also the type to figure out all of your interests - your music taste, your hobbies, the books you like to read. He’d study all of them with terrifying depth, just so he could hold a conversation with you about it in the most nonchalant way possible.

Despite being cold and calculating, Alhaitham is also blunt - which is why he generally doesn’t shy away from confessing his attraction to you if he senses that you feel the same. He’s still ignorant of most social cues however, but he’s trying his best.

SCARAMOUCHE

When the new teacher assigns you a seat next to him, not knowing Scaramouche’s intense hatred towards having a desk partner, the whole class sucked in a breath. But surprisingly, the two of you got along - in a precarious exchange of mutual indifference.

Scaramouche would rarely talk to you, only grumbling out every once in a while out of necessity - asking when the homework was due, or what the time was. You weren’t spared from his insults either, although you paid them little mind.

Despite knowing how prickly he could be, you helped your desk partner wherever you could - bringing him snacks on busy days or sneaking him answers. Scaramouche never failed to sneer at you for it, but your tenacity eventually had him become enamoured with you.

Once he liked you - and was aware of it - Scaramouche would behave completely differently. He’d be the type to sneak physical contact wherever possible. Passing a pencil, or keeping his hand on the back of your chair a moment too long as he craned his neck to look at something.

Don’t try to talk to him when he’s in that state - Scaramouche would likely snap out a hurried profanity and storm off, clamping his hands over his red ears in an attempt to “block out your annoying voice”.

Scaramouche only confesses when he senses you’re slipping away - if you start talking to other people, he’d immediately grow worried. He’s the type to be afraid of regret and betrayal, so he’d tell you about how he felt to make you stay.

CYNO

Everyone either loves or hates Cyno. He’s the type to remind the teacher about the homework, tell the worst jokes, and shun social contact while he’s engrossed in his card games - but he’s also president of the student council, and is still loved for his behaviour within the campus community.

As his vice president, you often find yourself following Cyno around. Sometimes, on longer afternoons when you’d stay after class to organise whatever school-hosted social event was next, you’d even find yourself laughing at Cyno’s jokes.

Cyno is the type to go home each day and pace around thinking up things to tell you - something funny you might appreciate, or a comedic story. If you are also into card games, he’d be elated to share all his secrets and insights.

Although he’s the kind of person to keep everyone at arm’s length, he prefers to keep you in his arms - Cyno often likes to ‘inconspicuously’ drape his arm over the back of your chair, or lean in a little closer than necessary.

He would confess casually - Cyno wasn’t one for extreme theatrics, and would tell you how he felt on a normal errand the two of you were running together for the council. Although, he’d likely have spent hours thinking about how he’d phrase his admission beforehand.

TIGHNARI

Ever the pragmatist, when he’s first partnered with you in science, he gets right down to business. What makes him do a double take however is when you match his passion, eagerly participating in ecology field studies.

He’s the type to love it when you answer questions in class or give presentations - using it as an excuse to look at you, tail swaying happily.

At first, he sees his feelings for you as being admiration out of finding someone with the same interests as him. The poor boy doesn’t have a single clue why his face turns embarrassingly red when you’re around, or why his breath seems to catch in his throat.

Tighnari would have a general idea of where you usually went at break times and sit there to wait for you - not caring how many times you never came. To him, it was rewarding enough even to have you sit with him once a week.

He never really confessed outright - rather, Tighnari is the type to do it indirectly, and act indifferent if you seem surprised about his feelings.

[whoistartaglia]

“are you single?”

cyno x gn!reader

you tilt your head at the question. are you single?

“i don’t know,” you decide.

“you don’t know?” the guy asks.

you give a sidelong glance to the man on your left. cyno stands a little bit aways, leaning against the bar with your group of friends. they’re talking about something, and those his eyes don’t stray, you know all he’s listening to is you.

“well, i’m not sure,” you say, letting a hint of flirtatiousness creep into your voice. you give this man, this stranger at the bar, an arch smile. “why are you asking?”

“i was watching you from across the man,” he confesses. “can i buy you a drink?”

“i don’t think the guy i came with here would like that very much.”

it’s then that you feel a hand on your waist, a chest behind your back. you turn around and look up at a displeased cyno. whether he’s annoyed at you, at the random stranger in front of you, you don’t know. maybe both.

“they’re right. i don’t.” his voice is needles and thorns. the man opens his mouth to respond, but cyno cuts him off with a sharp, “leave us.”

the looks down at you, and you shrug. “sorry.”

he leaves, muttering obscenities under his breath. cyno watches him until he’s out the door, and then turns his piercing stare on you. it softens a fraction.

“what are you doing?”

“what am i doing?” you ask, swiveling in your chair to face him. he leans back and crosses his arms. “what are you doing?”

“well, i was having a lovely conversation before you interrupted it.”

“i did not,” you defend yourself. “in fact, i was having a lovely conversation as well.”

“oh, i’m sure,” cyno drawls. he sighs and covers his face with a hand. “we really need to stop doing this.”

“doing what?”

he removes the hand to look at you. “you know what.”

“no,” you shake your head. “i don’t.” you look over at your friends engrossed in their own conversations, at the bartender wiping the counter, the bard strumming softly in the corner. no one is paying attention to you and cyno. it’s just you and him right now. you continue in a softer voice, “i don’t know why we keeping running in circles, you after me until it’s me after you.”

“it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“but it is,” you respond. “you only looked at me tonight when that guy started showing interest.” you clasp your hands together, and fidget with your rings and bracelets while you wait for cyno’s response.

“that’s the one i gave you.”

you look up. “what?”

cyno takes you hand, and turns it over. the bracelet he got you on your most recent birthday catches in the firelight.

“oh, yes,” you say. “it’s the nicest piece of jewelry i own.”

cyno stares at it, twists it over as he thinks.

“if someone asked you who got it for, what would you say?”

“i don’t know.” you repeat the words that started this chain of events, now in a whispered hush than a coy tone. “i’m not sure.” you let dangerous words fall from your tongue. “what do you want me to say?”

a pause, a pause, a pause. the entire tavern is filled with laughter and chitchat, neither one louder than the silence betwen you and cyno.

“i’d prefer boyfriend,” he says at last.

“well. so you would i,” you admit. “but i can’t call you that unless you start acting like to actually want to be my boyfriend, and stop just telling me.”

you look down at your wrist, at cyno’s hand on it, so close yet so far, anything but his sharp stare. you can picture him walking away, going back to your friends, or even out the door and away from this tavern and town forever. the desert is large, and if cyno wanted to leave, he had only a few steps to take.

“okay.” you look up. a second later, stronger, “okay.” he draws up your other hand and sandwiches both of them between his own. “every day, i’ll show you.”

you nod faintly, praying to whatever archon will listen that he promise hold true. you think the conversation is over then. cyno’s friends wait for him, the bard is asleep, the fireplace is embers, and soon you will be rushed out for the night. but cyno turns and gestures to the bartender instead. two drinks, he orders.

one for him. one for you.

[angelltheninth]

Hi! I was curious if you would be alright doing Cyno x Fem! Reader with thick thighs nsfw hcs?

Also have a great day!!!

No problem Anon. Cyno is slowly becoming a new favorite of mine.

Pairing: Cyno x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, biting, marking, thigh kissing, scent marking, cum marking, wall sex, cunnilingus

A/N: Can't wait to pull for him and get him on my team.

Cyno can't help but stare at your thighs when ever you're together, his calloused hands always feel slightly rough on your soft flesh

He can't help but dig his claws into them when you have your legs wrapped around his hips while his cock is inside you

Of course he also likes to keep them spread and pinned to the bed so he has the perfect angle to thrust at you, feeling your thighs shaking, seeing your breasts swaying back and forth

He always dedicates a little time in between sessions to bite, lick, kiss and nip at your inner thighs

What he likes most though is when he's eating you out, your fingers threaded through his silver hair, keeping him close, your hips bucking upwards into his skilled mouth while your thighs are clamped around his head

If he didn't need to come up for air he could eat you out for hours

Even if it leaves him with a sift and aching jaw later he'll tell you it was more than worth it

When you're not in bed he likes to have your legs on his shoulders, so he's holding you against the wall, his fingers intertwined with yours for support while you ride his face all you want

It can get really messy really quick, especially when his dick starts tenting on the front of his pants, ruining them with pre-cum

Seeing his cum staining and dripping down your thighs is a sight he can never get enough of

Another thing that's a big turn on is seeing your thighs jiggle a little when he's pumping you full of cum, or while he's eating you out, with you on top of him, legs spread and bracketing his head, your hand petting him between his ears

He'll make his marks in visible places on purpose, he'll rub his cheek against your thighs, your wrists, your cheek, anywhere he can in order to mark you as taken, as his