part three of my new favorite series <3 part one (venti, dahlia, lohen), part two (xiao, heizou, kazuha), part four (illuga, bennett, lyney, freminet) @smirkyblueberrywhale
contains cockwarming, tit slapping i love, clit stimulation, mean nari and mean-ish cyno?? we need more mean men, mean subby wanderer just to balance this out, breastfeeding and titplay ♡ bonus virgin reader and virgin durin, 'just the tip' trope but is itttt
the scorching heat of the desert makes you lightheaded, but fortunately general mahamatra is right here to assist you! cyno has you sprawled on his bed in his desert home, thumb circling on your clothed clit until your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and your tits are bouncing with your every move. "not yet", he says, voice curt and firm, and you whine. "patient, pretty. thought you'd rather cum on my cock, can i?" you nod furiously, so impatient and curious about how the cock of famous general looks like. cyno slips his robe off, and his shaft springs free, fat and heavy, leaking sticky precum already. in any other scenario, you'd be hesitant, even scared, but you're already so weak from the heat that you spread your legs, shyly biting your lips, inviting cyno to ruin you.
"n-nari." you mutter into your boyfriend's shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes. "not yet, dearest", tighnari stops you before you can say anything else. "n-ngh.. but-" "i said not now. a big girl like you is more than capable of listening to her superior, is she not?" you nod, desperate. you're sitting on tighnari's lap as he works on what feels like endless documents and reports to send back to the akademiya. usually this isn't a problem, but currently you feel like his cock is gonna split you in half if you sit on it any longer. his shaft throbs inside your sopping pussy, his tip hitting your cervix with your every move and twitch, only getting you closer to your orgasm. "a-ah!", you jolt up. tighnari laughs, playfully slapping your tit, making the soft flesh redden. "stay focused. i'm almost halfway done". you're in for a long and tedious afternoon, it seems.
you know your boyfriend, the wanderer, is a tough nut to crack, but even closed off guys need care, right? so you try and put your subbiness aside, and for once take the lead. the puppet is laying on your lap, your plush tits falling onto his perfect face, while his cock stands red and proud, begging to be touched by your soft hands. it's big, way bigger than you imagined, and it's so sensitive, twitching as soon as you try to wrap your palm around it. it's too big even for your hand, but scaramouche doesn't mind your sloppy handjobs, no, not when he has your puffy nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging on it. his other hand is playing with your other tit, making you wince and stop jerking him off every time he slaps it, pinches it and lewdly squeezes it. you're so embarrassed - letting him toy with you like that, but can't stop tugging on his fat cock, desperate to see hat guy shoot his thick cum all over your hands and tits ♡.
being lumine's travel buddy in nodkrai and celebrating once the whole reir situation is over... coincidentally you got closer and closer to the shy dragon boy from mondstadt and despite both of you being flustered and inexperienced, you find yourselves in your room at the flagship, door locked and your shirt on the ground, while durin's wide eyes won't leave your bra covered breasts. he's a simple guy, just a paid of tits enough for his aching cock to start throbbing and leaking, and he involuntarily starts humping your clothed pussy with his cock. your soft moans and flushed face bring him back to reality, realizing that he has to be patient and undress the both of you to properly mate with you... but his brain is mush and all he knows are his primal urges, so he just tugs off your shorts and pulls your panties to the side, unveiling your perfect, pretty pussy. you whine, cold air hitting your clit, but the noise gets stuck in your throat once you see durin's dick. big, thick, too heavy to stand up on its own and so, so close to popping your cherry (and whatever the male equivalent is). "w-wait." you mutter. "h-huh? di-did i do something wrong, o-oh archons, i'm sor-""..it's so big", you whisper. "p-put the tip in first, kay?" durin nods, and slowly pushes his spongy mushroom tip into your folds. both of you moan, whimper, and you know that he's going to slip his entire shaft into you. but who can blame him? he's so clumsy, he'd never do it on purpose, right?
Men who you can easily control and convince of things if you use your nuclear bombs, also known as your boobs.
There he was, sitting in that chair and reading documents for the past 4 hours. It is midnight and he still refuses to go to bed because those documents were apparently ‘really important’ and due tomorrow. Although you recognize his hardworking spirit, sometimes he takes it too far.
That’s why you used your biggest weapon.
You flashed him.
“I’m sorry, my love, but I really need to—” That exact moment of him finally turning his face to stare you back was when you lifted up your shirt, making him paralyze immediately.
His face was stoned at a perfect angle where he could clearly see and appreciate your breathing boobs, his eyes getting dry from the lack of blinking.
“Don’t you think you’ve worked a lot today already? You need have good-quality sleep if you want to work well…” You decided to act extra mean to him and used your hand to squeeze them in their favorite way.
He kept staring at your boobs in silence for some awkward seconds.
…
…
…
“Ok.” He immediately dropped his pen and jumped out of his chair and launched his mouth towards one of your breasts, taking it like he has been starving for it for years now.
Your boyfriend that doesn’t say “I love you” will..
Softly moan when his fingers dig into your plush hips. Digging so hard into your soft skin, it leaves marks. But you don’t care, you don’t feel it.
“Tell me this is real.” He softly curses as he watches your breast jiggle with each thrust. A single hand moves from your hips to your breast, squeezing the flesh in between his hands. Watching how they spill out so nicely.
His mouth hangs open as his hips snap into yours at a brutal pace. Soft curses fall from his lips as he returns his hand back onto your hip. Forcing your hips to slam down on his cock whenever he wanted.
“Oh god, I love you.”
Your poor lover just missed you so much, he couldn’t handle the mere thought of you leaving him. The feeling that left him to crumbles was when he watched you get hurt, an injury that could’ve killed you. But Survived.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted as if he were never gonna get to say it again. His hips stutter as he moaned not caring if he’s acting not like himself. He just loves you and your pussy.
After he cums and makes sure you’re absolutely winded, that’s when he’ll give you a small lecture. But his voice would be soft and hold you like a porcelain doll. Making sure you got his point of not ever scaring him like that again.
the thought of his baby growing in your womb that he loves filling so much, it's too much for him. he fucks into you, fast and needy as he hooks your legs tighter around his waist so he can go deeper. his senses are completely replaced with the urge to breed you; it's his ideal to have you as his cute little wife, pregnant with his child, so everybody knows that you're his.
he's imagining how pretty you'd look, with your swollen tits and cute belly showing off what he did to you. he lifts your hips, spreading your legs impossibly wider, your walls clenching around his twitching cock. "...gonna make you mine... mine forever," he huffs, your sweet cries of his name only driving him faster. he pushes your thighs toward your chest, tip right up against your cervix, spurting his thick, heavy load deep into your pretty pussy.
he's kissing you hard as he rides out his high, messy and hot as you moan into his mouth. he made sure you're filled to the brim with his cum, for the highest possible chances of knocking you up... <3
— wriothesley, neuvillette, pantalone, cyno, diluc, caleb, ifa + your favourites ✩
— warnings. — fem! reader, biting (mentions of blood), marking you up, oral (fem! receiving), dirty talk
⚝ CYNO
with cyno's facial expression being unreadable as he's towering above you, he sinks his teeth right below your collarbone like he's staking his claim— truly, placing his sharp canines like an executioner's precision or rather a scholar's fascination? and when your back arches at his sinful procedure, when your breath catches like a caught bird in your throat, he exhales like he's satisfied some ancient hunger.
his bites burn like a brand— lingering long after the pain was gone, with a sharpened, bone chilling control, each mark placed not in a frenzy but in precision you only see in battles, a discipline so complete it burned you from within.
his cock slip and slides into you as his teeth sink on your neck mid thrust, right as your nails rake red lines down his shoulder blades to support your shuddering body from the way cyno has been manhandling you all night— yet, the man doesn't even flinch, no, he just groans as if he likes it, coming low from deep inside his chest as though the taste of your skin and the contort of your pussy around his cock was something he must devour in full.
his fingers dig into your hips as he grounds you, holding you in place when he thrusts up again, adding up on rhythm this time— going from slower and more focused on marking you up to brutal, dragging against the walls of your body like he's carving his path into you, the sheer feeling of your drenched pussy convulsing around him like that, over and over milking his cock of all its worth was making his thrusts turn a little sloppy.
"you'll remember this," cyno groans lowly, dragging his tongue over the fresh mark, "no matter where you go, who you see, this mark, this ache, this stretch, it's mine," as the moans bubbling within your throat fail you at last, lost in the depth of your own disarray as your body welcomes to battering sparks in your belly, caught in the brutal grip of his cock splitting you with a suffocating force.
every motion of his rhythm, every shift of his hips, pull something tight inside of you— a yearning and a desperate want, your breathing hitching, unable to get used to his pace as each greedy roll of hips stretch you, devour you slow and consuming, until you were crushed by him entirely.
his cock felt impossibly thick inside you, each thrust a promise written in spit and bruises as the aching bloom of another bite just landed under your jaw, coaxing out tiny, precious whines from your strained throat.
and when cyno licks the blood from his bottom lip, smiling with enjoyment like he's swallowed your soul, you realize he hasn't even cum himself yet— naturally, he's edged himself on for hours since he doesn't plan to give himself any solace, not until your body was dripping with his teeth marks first.
your mind was drifting, lost in the haze of his name, a whisper that clung to you like smoke as his scent wrapped around you, heavy and persistent before pulling you deeper into the fog of him, until you could hardly remember where you end and where he begins.
it's as if every thought was branded by cyno— echoing endlessly in the hollow of your chest.
⚝ DILUC
diluc's teeth scrape against the inside of your thigh first— testing the waters with his touch being blistering, like a tremor on the edge of the abyss and well, the master of the dawn winery wasn't sure if he'll fall for the addictiveness of you— yet little does he realize he's already looking over the edge, licking his lips and enjoying the way you react and taste.
he groans when you flinch against him, or when your legs tremble open and part wider for him the moment his sharp teeth graze at the pulsing flesh, the sound of his grunts accompanying his bites so low it straight up melted into your skin like liquid heat.
diluc's mouth moves up next, his tongue dragging saliva along your flesh before he bites down again, this time slightly harder and searing, so it'll properly sting, "let them see," he breathes, voice all smoke and fire as he sucks a bruise into the softness of your lower area, right above your clit, "let them know you're mine before you can even speak and say it yourself, love."
he holds you close, the heat of his body a constant reminder of the battle raging inside him— a conflict between control and the undeniable hunger that only you could satisfy, in fact, he's a man driven by deep emotions, and every gesture of affection from him reflected that inner fire, tempered by his normally reserved nature.
he presses his tongue into your clit next, thick and burning as he laps at the sensitive pearl, your body opening up to him so hard you sob out and hide your hands within his hair— your fingers clawing at his strands and digging him deeper into your cunt, nails dragging over his scalp like you're trying to ground yourself through the overstimulation and the wetness of his tongue.
your legs crush his head as your skin turns all sticky with sweat and spit and the wet slap of his tongue repeatedly lapping over your pussy as he slides his wet muscle between your folds with that feverish, balmy pace— his hand now searching one of your own to tangle his fingers within it, while the other was gripping at your thigh and pushing you into his mouth, fucking you with his tongue so wet and wild it felt like you might break apart any second.
to your surprise, diluc bites again— not hard, silly, but catching you off guard as he teasingly grazes his teeth over the sensitive skin, shamelessly groaning into your pussy like he's only just begun.
"no one else could made you fall apart like this, right?" diluc breathes, his voice wrecked, trembling at the edges of awe and delirium as the flicks of his tongue showed the opposite, battering you up, "you were built to come undone under me."
⚝ TIGHNARI
tighnari presses his nose into your neck first, his breathing stagnated and hot against your skin as he takes in your scent, whispering sweet nothings you honestly couldn't even decipher— it's something about that low, vibrating choice of tone that barely counted as anything but pure love.
although then, then he bites— utterly fast and sharp without you seeing it coming at all as the pain sinks into the spot between your neck and collarbone, your legs seizing up instantly, twitching violently as your moans break into whines and cries of his name, like something inside you snapped from the sharp press of teeth, from the way you took it.
"you're always so sensitive, crying already," tighnari mocks you a little, licking the aching spot blooming across your skin, "you're so easy to mark up, you're taking it so well," as his kisses remain precise, attempting to decipher the unspoken language of your skin, each press of his lips a careful investigation into your deepest desires.
you were entranced by your boyfriend, you feel it with every snap of his hips— every thick, punishing inch shoving inside you as your body turns soaked, squelching each time he grinds his cock in, the filthy noise becoming even louder when he pushes out as your thighs quiver around his hips.
in all honesty, tighnari wasn't even trying to be gentle with you, he wants to see you clutching at the sheets and demanding more, dizzy from the filth he's putting on you, more so from how full you were as he looks down on where your bodies connected, his tail coiling tightly around your ankle like he cannot stand any distance between you.
his teeth sink in again— just under your ear this time, where it'll definitely hurt and turn you on the most as your vision blurs when your walls clench tight around his length, choking his cock and milking him like your body's gone utterly feral.
tighnari sounds starved for you, yeah, like he's been crawling through a lifetime of thirst just to end up here, fucked so deep inside of you and getting milked by your walls as he cannot tell where he would end up without you as his breath shudders at your ear, hips pressing in like he wanted to disappear inside and never come back.
although, his voice always remains soft, a little aloof too, but there's a certain pressure in it— a quiet insistence, as if he's asking for permission to learn the depths of you a bit more, not simply to possess or claim you, but to understand your pleasure and memorize what you liked the most.
⚝ ALHAITHAM
with the precision of someone calculating the limits of reason, alhaitham's hands move with each touch resembling a quiet experiment whereas you— his willing subject, lets him bite down like he's tasting you— quiet and calculated as his mouth seals over the dip of your breast when you cry out, not just from the pain but from the claim of it, the quiet violence of his precision.
"do you see what you do to me?" alhaitham whispers as he seals your skin with teeth and tongue, dragging the bruise out slowly and watching the inflamed splotch rise like he's planting something unique into your skin, "you whine so easily for me," his presence looms like an unfinished sentence, always on the verge of something deeper, something more, testing your limits without speaking a word.
his cock was heavy inside of you, yet moving slow, stretching your cunt open with every roll of hips, making you slick from the base to your thighs but putting the most attention on your neck.
you're pinned beneath him, legs folded back, belly trembling from how fast he hits your most sensitive parts as he suppresses any noises coming from his throat— instead, he watches, alhaitham watches like a scholar and a sinner both, his eyes dark with need, tracking every flutter of your cunt like it's the only truth he's ever believed in, the blissful expression battered all over your face was a sight to die for.
you feel like you're being studied and destroyed all at once, your back arching in tune with his movements as your eyes roll back into your head, his hips shifting his angle when you scream the moment he changes the grip on your hips, fucking into you hard.
alhaitham slants forward to cage you within his big arms, hugging you, his large hands cupping behind your head in order to prevent you from bumping against the head board as he attacks a tender spot deep inside your warmth, catching every twitch and swallow of your pussy on his cock.
"i could write a thesis on how you fall apart," he admits bluntly with that damned smirk on his face, biting the underside of your jaw now as his tongue slowly drags over the mark afterwards, "but it's so much more satisfying to make you show me instead."
art creds. こは on twt 〆 contains. suggestiveness and brief smut!!, toxic fwb dynamics, jealousy
gia's notes. i drank too much coffee and now i feel sick and can't sleep ughhhhh 😞😞 n e ways enjoy these headcanons while i work on a proper fic (kinda) about this premise :3. i was gonna write more for this but then i kinda ran out of juice so... y'all rocking with this ⁉️⁉️
╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 HELLOOO I read your friends with benefits angst and IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT could u write if they found out you had someone else on the side as well? If they’d care, if they’d be bothered by it and just little headcanons and stuff, anyways, I hope u have a good day/night !!! 🎀❤️:3 ❞
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ HE’S COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT… RIGHT?
-these guys are your most dependable to get into a friends with benefits relationship with, simply because they’re very good at drawing a distinction between being around you to fuck and maybe cuddle afterwards, versus wanting something more
-and before this had all started, you had drawn out some very distinct ground rules
-one. if you start to catch feelings, tell the other person
-two. If you start fucking someone else, tell the other person
-three. ESPECIALLY if you’re doing it raw with number two
-and this has you wringing your hands pathetically in your lap, fingers twisting themselves into knots as you can barely meet the eye of the man that you had called to come over a mere twenty minutes ago
-he wasn’t stupid- the fact that you hadn’t yanked him into your place by his shirt before ripping it off of him made it clear that the nature of his visit was… not for the ordinary reason
-another great sign was the way your leg bounced incessantly, eyes darting everywhere in the room but him as you chewed at the edge of your thumbnail
-the silence was killing him, though, so he decided to put an end to it
-he calls your name, trying to be stern though you can both hear the playful edge to his voice. he also plants a warm hand on your knee, enough to make you finally look up into his eyes
-”you gonna tell me which rule we need to talk about today?”
-your eyes widen, gaze darting off to the side once again and he chuckles at your bashfulness
-fuck, had you really been so obvious?
“look, i understand, honestly i’d fall for me too if i were you, what with the way i fuck-”
-“-it’s rule two”
-and back to silence
-”ah. i see”
-you’re scanning his face now
-you weren’t even sure that you knew what you wanted him to be feeling right now. jealous? hesitant? indifferent?
-”and are there… any other rules you need to mention?” the silence hangs heavy in the air, any of the other numbers you could mention opening doors to such avenues that you firmly wanted locked right now
-”no”
-you look him in the eyes for this, again. you didn’t ave anything to hide
-and you watch with surprise at the honest to god grin that crosses his features, as if you had given him a birthday gift early
-”well,” he begins, shifting his weight to face you, knees brushing yours as his hand begins to travel further up, smoothing over your thigh
-”that’s a relief to hear”
-”it is?” you sound breathless, and he uses this as an excuse to lean in closer as if to hear you better, only to whisper his own words right into your ear
-”i must be your favourite, because you’re going to have to definitely mention that rule three to him”
-your scandalised retort dies on your lips when his head dips lower, lips and tongue latching onto your neck, tracing patterns and leaving love bites in his wake
-”thereee we go, that’s more like it,” he chuckles into your skin again, hands leveraging you onto his lap so that he can continue his ministrations
-he’ll have your brain so muddled by the end of tonight that you’ll question why you even needed a rule two in the first place
-and maybe, just maybe, when you do break things off with whoever he was, you’d need to stipulate a rule one as well
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE LOVERBOY… WHO’S DEFINITELY NOT HEARTBROKEN!!!
-sleeping with him, even in this little undisclosed fling, is sweet
-you can tell that he cares about you, more than whether you cum or not, and there’s adoration in his eyes when he runs his hands all over your body
-it’s enough to twist that little knife in your chest that much further every time he bites his lips when the two of you are making love
-(fucking, you would correct him hastily)
-you see how hard he fights to keep what he wants to say inside of him as you ride him, hips slow and sensual before slamming back down against his thighs
-you see the way his brows crease, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels you clench around him, a strangled moan just managing to escape him
-and when he cums, deep inside you, you’re left with the cloying taste of guilt in your mouth when he kisses you feverishly before anything else, like a lover
-and it breaks your heart to do this, it really does, but you have to remind him that at the end of the day, you’re not exclusive
-”i’m seeing someone else”
-you try to slip it into a conversation as casually as possible
-the two of you are sat at his table, eating a meal that he had insisted on cooking for you, only candlelight illuminating the room, and some soft music playing in the background
-the scene felt so domestic that you were scared he would ask you to be his girlfriend any second now, and it just slipped out before he could get another word in
-you’re digging around your plate, pretending to fix yourself a forkful- he really was a good cook- though you can’t miss the way that he tenses in the corner of your vision
-your throat feels dry, and that knife just can’t quit twisting- but you need to make this distinction clear. for yourself. for him
-”i don’t know what to say”
-you quirk an eyebrow at this
-”really?”
-he pauses now, thinking, not enough to hide the hurt in his eyes. it’s injected into every feature of his, and he picks at his own plate now. the blade’s embedded deep in your chest, and it hurts now
-”i’m… sorry”
-you technically didn’t do anything wrong- you both agreed that this would be casual. but why did it feel like you had betrayed him?
-it’s an agonising silence as you both process what you just said. you’re not sure if he’ll ever speak again until you hear a hoarse voice croak out “i think that you should go”
-you didn’t have to look at him to tell that he was crying- you at least had the dignity to not mention it, to not fight it as you nod silently, feeling numb as he walks you to his door
-it all feels too final as he looks you in your eyes one last time, searching for something there before he looks crestfallen and sighs, beginning to close the door
-”goodbye, y/n. get home safe”
-you can only see the paint of his door now- some shuffling on the other end of it before you’re left utterly alone, stabbed clean through with the dripping mess of your grave mistake pooling at your feet
Sub!Bottom!FTM Cyno x Switch!Bottom!FTM Tighnari x Dom!Top!Monster!Male Reader
🍃 Word Count: 2,620 ⚖️
AFAB Language Used | [Series]
CW: Non-Con Somnophilia, Womb Fucking, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Squirting, Creampie, Double Penetration in One Hole, Oral Sex
Thanks to a previously trusted merchant, you ended up eating a mushroom that you shouldn't have. You were strangely hungry at the time and it was the only edible item available. You instantly came down with a fever and passed out but luckily for you, Tighnari and Cyno were right there to help out.
You were on your way to Cyno's house so they took you there to recover. Of course, that was after they punished the merchant, confiscated his items, and handed him off to Sethos who was conveniently close by. They didn't even give him a moment to defend himself despite how well known he is. Seeing you faint was like the equivalent of a bull seeing red, they couldn't make any rational decisions. The merchant will just have to hope he can prove his innocence.
While Tighnari was examining the mushroom you ate, your body started to change. Both him and Cyno already knew you weren't human but they never got to see your true form until now. They both panicked and dropped everything they were doing to check on you. Your body grew larger and you ripped your clothes in the process. They couldn't stop staring at your body and at the very, very large dick you’ve been hiding all this time.
“What are you doing?” Cyno turns his head to Tighnari, who’s starting to strip.
“I’m seizing the opportunity.” He licks his lips, tossing his clothes aside.
Both he and Cyno have been interested in you for years. They never made a move because they were afraid you’d be grossed out by their kinks and that you’d think they like you because you're not human. They liked you way before they learned that about you but they were worried that the coincidence would make you feel uncomfortable. They love every part of you and only want you to give what you want to. Whether that be as a human, a monster, or just as a lover separate from sexual relations. So seeing Tighnari act this way is strange. Cyno knows he's not himself right now, he wouldn't be doing this otherwise. He wonders if the mushroom’s effects can affect others externally as well?
Cyno’s eyes focus on the glowing green womb tattoo on Tighnari’s body. Cyno and Tighnari are close enough to know what the other looks like while naked, among many other things, so Cyno is very confident that Tighnari never had that tattoo before. It's definitely sexy but it would be impossible for Tighnari to have gotten it without Cyno knowing about it.
“Don't you want to know what it feels like?” Tighnari asks, giving a quick glance to the Mahamatra before turning to stare at your hard cock as he touches it with lewd curiosity. Neither Tighnari nor Cyno are afraid to admit their love for big, monster sized dicks. They’ve never seen a real one but they've spent plenty of time and mora using fake ones.
“You shouldn't…[Name] is sick..” Cyno finds himself unable to move.
“I’m sure he won't mind.” He crushes your sex with his own, rubbing his dripping wet pussy along your thick shaft. “Imagine how it'd feel to have something this big inside you. I know he'd be happy to find out what your pussy feels like.”
Cyno gulps. He can feel himself starting to change too.
Tighnari grins when he hears the sound of Cyno removing his clothes then turns around and moves to sit on your torso. He bends over and drags his tongue up and down your cock while he, albeit unintentionally, waves his pussy in your face like a plate of good food.
Cyno looks down at his body, noticing that he also has a womb tattoo. It's purple with a similar but still somewhat unique pattern. He touches it and moans. It felt like being hit with a weak strike of electro but…pleasurable. It worked in two ways. It made him feel even more horny and shut off the part of his brain that was apprehensive. He doesn't even remember why he was in the first place.
Tighnari’s eyes flutter to look at Cyno, a smug smirk growing on his face as he opens his mouth wide to take your cock inside it. Cyno shudders as he watches Tighnari make a show of it. He bobs his head up and down messily with your cock occasionally poking out from his cheeks. How is Cyno supposed to remain levelheaded when this is what he's looking at?
Your cum suddenly bursts out like a volcano. The feeling of your warm seed in Tighnari’s mouth triggered his own orgasm quickly after. Cyno steps forward with interest but pauses when he sees your hands on Tighnari’s body. Tighnari tries to swallow as much cum as he can before you make your next move.
You grab him and swiftly switch positions, placing the forest watcher beneath you. Tighnari bites down on his lip. He's trying to hump you. “Desperate whore.” You grab his thighs and shove yourself inside him. Tighnari’s mouth hangs open as you stretch him out. You slide in with ease, somehow, but the path to your cock’s destination is a tight road.
“God, yes!” Tighnari gasps.
“Aren't you gonna thank me for fucking your greedy pussy?” You hold his chin to make sure he doesn't turn away.
Tighnari’s eyelashes flutter as he squirts. “Tha– thank you–” He moans as you stroke his t-dick. “Oh my God~! Thank you—!” He throws his head back.
Meanwhile, Cyno’s legs are trembling from the phantom feeling of your cock inside him. That sort of explains the matching tattoos. He figures it's some strangely lewd…curse? Blessing?
You stop and turn around, noticing Cyno’s noises. You motion for him to come over. He slowly but surely walks over to the bed.
You lift his chin with your finger. “Did he rope you into this?”
Cyno looks at Tighnari, who’s nodding in approval, then back at you. He makes a closed mouth noise that translates to “Yes.”
You reach over to the back of his head and firmly grip his hair to pull him into a kiss while you slide further inside Tighnari. Cyno moans into your mouth, intertwining his tongue with yours. He grabs your arms for stability. Your tongue is so long and thick that it feels like you're fucking his mouth with it.
Tighnari gasps. “Fuck–!”
They both squirt at the same time.
You pull away from the kiss. “You're both so sensitive.” You huff, raising Cyno a couple inches into the air like a cat scruffing its kitten, and lay him down on top of Tighnari. Cyno's hands lay on either side of the forest watcher. It's not so different from their usual time together.
You called them sensitive but you're just barely holding on. You don't understand it but being inside Tighnari is overwhelming. You have no idea that you're feeling Cyno’s pussy too.
“Aren't you gonna kiss me too?” Tighnari tugs on Cyno's hair, which is getting a lot of attention tonight, and pulls him close to press his lips against the other man's. Cyno starts off shy then Tighnari makes it sloppy with electro infused in their saliva. You slowly work two of your fingers into Cyno’s cunt, making the both of them experience an even bigger stretch inside their walls. They can feel what the other has inside of them, meaning that you're technically stretching them beyond what should be possible. Your fingers are big enough to count as a secondary dick.
They moan into each other's mouths. Cyno rubs his pussy against Tighnari’s t-dick to further stimulate the both of them. They both falter at the sensation of your dick reaching their cervixes. They pull away from the kiss but before they can do anything else, you enter their wombs. Cyno’s upper body collapses onto Tighnari as they feel a mix of electro and dendro all over their bodies. The aggressively ticklish feeling quickens their orgasms and causes them both to squirt. You reach your limit and come inside of Tighnari.
Unfortunately for Cyno, he only gets to feel your cum.
Tighnari gently runs his fingers through Cyno’s hair as they catch their breaths. “Give Cyno a turn, [Name].” He gives Cyno a silly smile. “He wants you to break him.”
Cyno’s body grows even hotter. All three of you have abnormally high temperatures but he hasn't noticed until now.
“Yeah?” You slowly pull out of Tighnari and slide your cock along the outskirts of Cyno’s pussy. They can both feel your delightful tease. “I wanna hear it from him.”
“Tell him, sweetheart.”
“Please–” Cyno whines. “Please break me!”
You and Tighnari praise him simultaneously, calling him a “Good boy.”
“Thank you– thank you, daddy~” His voice is breathy and desperate as he repeatedly expresses his gratitude to you, making sure you know how much he loves being able to feel the heat of your cock. Tighnari moans, both from the phantom feeling of your entrance and from the cute submissiveness of his boyfriend. Cyno moves his hips impatiently but quickly stops when you physically enter his womb, this time with just the prickly feeling of electro. He wants to feel every step that causes him to break. His lovely tattoo knows that and is prolonging his orgasm just for him.
You activate your hydro vision and use it to create a water-based dildo that matches your size and girth for Tighnari to enjoy, completely unaware that they can feel both. It doesn't help that their insides are infused with electro and dendro respectively. They can feel dendro cores blooming and ‘exploding’ inside them but rather than it being painful like how the reaction is in combat, it feels overwhelmingly good. You can feel it too but everything feels too amazing for you to even consider stopping to figure out why it feels so great. Research isn't your job anyway.
Cyno buries his head in Tighnari’s shoulder as you start pounding into them. The mastery you have over your element allows you to move your hydro mimic along with your own thrusts, giving Tighnari and Cyno exactly what they want.
“Yes yes yes yes– daddy~!” Cyno whimpers, finally squirting. Tighnari’s orgasm follows soon after. They both thank you with their cute, whiney voices.
Tighnari grabs Cyno's back and digs his nails into it. Of course, the Mahamatra is more than glad to be used like this. “Keep going~!” Tighnari throws his head back. If you have this much control over your hydro mimic, he wonders about the other ways you can use your vision.
“You're both insatiable.” You say, more so as a compliment than an actual complaint, and grab Cyno’s waist to properly drill their messy cunts while you approach your peak. “I’m close.” You groan.
“Please please~! Fill me up, daddy~!” Cyno’s thoughts start to fizzle out but he manages to say, “Come in me~! Come in my pussy, please~!” before everything he says becomes incomprehensible nonsense and moans.
Tighnari’s entire body reacts enthusiastically to Cyno’s behavior. He pulls the Mahamatra into another sloppy kiss as you pump Cyno’s pussy with your seed.
Tighnari and Cyno pull away from their kiss and fall unconscious at the same time. You pull out and use your hydro vision to clean them and yourself up before curling up next to them.
Tighnari woke up much earlier than you and Cyno did, which gave him the time to properly analyze the mushrooms without any distractions. It wasn't clear to him last night, it looked a lot different than it does now, but it's clearly a mushroom from the abyss. There isn't a lot he could find about the mushroom specifically but it carries abyssal remnants and he knows more about that. Physical contact with something of this size would, at most, make a person feel weak or dizzy. However, consumption can cause major side effects. The body absorbs the abyssal energy and the way that it reacts depends on the consumer.
Along with that information, the tattoos he and Cyno have are related to the abyss as well. It was considered a myth, but there was a book that described an occurrence that tethered people together both romantically and sexually. It can cause a person to act differently and allows impossible situations to be possible. Everything that happens is dependent on making sure the soulmates get together. Which would explain why the merchant everyone trusts gave you the mushroom, it was done to kick off the chain of events that led to the three of you having sex. He feels bad for beating that merchant up now…
Based on everything he knows, this occurrence was likely caused by the mushroom itself. Over exposure to the abyss can cause a variety of different issues, this is clearly one of them.
Tighnari knows that what he did last night was out of his control but he still feels guilty for taking advantage of you.
Tighnari stands in the doorway, watching Cyno slowly lower himself down on your cock. You were in your human form when Tighnari first woke up but now you're back in your true form. Seeing you naked as a human helped him to understand how you were hiding such a huge monster in your pants, it doesn't exist when you play the role of a human.
You curl your finger to invite him over. He stumbles over to you, feeling your length entering him once again.
“I’m sorry about last night.” Tighnari finds it hard to remain focused on his goal of apologizing to you thanks to Cyno’s sexy noises and your phantom dick stretching him out.
“You can make it up to me by sitting on my face.” You reach over to tug on the ribbon holding his silk robe together. Tighnari blushes and quickly disrobes himself. He climbs on top of you and perfectly lines his hole up with your tongue before seating his pussy on you. His tail brushes against your head before it curls up along with fingers and toes.
“Fuck–” Tighnari gasps. Cyno grabs his boyfriend’s arm and asks for permission with just his eyes. Tighnari nods and gives him the greenlight to start riding you.
Cyno has just enough strength to bounce twice before you completely but unintentionally subdue him with your hydro vision. You created the equivalent of a fleshlight, with your mouth as the reference, and had it engulf Tighnari’s t-cock. They both squirt at the same moment it starts to move. You’ve never made something like this before but its creation came easy to you, as if you knew how to do it this whole time.
You quickly realize that Cyno probably can't move so you decide to bless him with the same thing, causing electro to course through both of the hydro mimics. Tighnari’s dendro has taken a backseat for now, letting the two stay somewhat aware. You grab Cyno’s waist and do all the work yourself. Their moans fill your ears like an angelic choir.
You’re starting to feel the dendro and electro in their bodies dragging a quick orgasm out of you. You slam Cyno down for the last time and bless him with another creampie. They both remain still for a little as they come back down to Teyvat. You could drown in Tighnari’s pussy at this point but you’d be happy to die like this.
They both shakily get off of you and your body returns to its human form, as if it understood that it was your true form’s cue to leave. They lay on either side of you and you all fall back asleep.
