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.
getting you to get loud hc’s feat. lyney, neuvillette, alhaitham and cyno
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering (lyney), praise (lyney +neuvillette), exhibitionism (neuvillette), creampie (neuvillette), dacryphilia (neuvillette, cyno), face-sitting (alhaitham), cunnilingus (alhaitham), toys (cyno), masturbation (cyno), overstimulation (cyno),
High on the adrenaline of completing a performance at the Opera Epiclese, as soon as he comes home to you a grin is plastered on the magician's face. Humming, his hands take your own twirling you throughout the room slowly guiding you to the bedroom as he kicks the door close with a soft thud.
His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, hands resting on your cheek nibbling your bottom lip with fervor.
“Someone’s happy,” you hummed, letting Lyney’s skillful hands lift off the layers of your nightgown until you were bare for him. He chuckled, capturing your lips once more and leans his weight against your own—bottoms tumbling gently on the plush bed.
“What can I say, ma souris? I can’t end a night such as this without a grand enforce,” he cooed back. He laid above you, hand trailing up the curves along your leg before resting on your inner thigh. As he cups your cunt, a soft breath is emitted from your lips causing his grin to widen. He feels you grinding against his palm, your arousal beginning to smear against it.
“Eager, are we?” he cooed once more, pressing his lips against your neck, nibbling down at the sensitive skin. “I guess I have been neglecting you recently, hm?”
His thumb brushed against your clit, causing your hips to involuntary buck—trying to get any bit of friction you could from Lyney. He blew his warm breath into your ear, causing you to shiver toying with the nub as he felt his appendage begin to coat in your slick. Two fingers slowly sank themselves into you, pumping at a slow pace while Lyney’s peppered his lips against your neck.
Lyney needed to hear your voice louder, he needed those soft whines of his name to stretch louder as if it was a roar of joyful noise at one of his shows. His cock strained against his tight pants, grinding itself against your leg.
“More..more…let me see you reach the heavens, mon cœur!” Lyney groaned out, pumping deeper inside of you. His fingers continuously brushed against your gummy walls, your high climbing further and further as your mouth finally opened, voice calling out your lover’s name. You squirmed underneath him as he tried to hold down your waist—his pace still relentlessly as the sinful squelching noise echoed in the melody with your voice.
“You have such a lovely voice. I hope to hear it even more tonight…!”
It’s been a long time since Neuvillette seemed puzzled by humans. It seemed this day in age, their nature seemed odd and contradictory in nature and this aspect leaned over towards his lover as well. He had always read stories of couples yelling their names in absolute pleasure when joining as one, yet whenever Neuvillette seemed to bed you—you seemed not to act like that.
He didn’t think he was bad at sex by any means, he had experience before after all and valued your pleasure over it. But because of that, he feared you weren’t being all that pleasured at all by him. He’d have to change that.
So here you were, in the ungodly hours at night bend over Neuvillette’s desk. You bit you shaky lips, feeling his heavy cock drag against your sensitive walls as his strokes reached deeper and deeper inside of you. The desk rattled to the pace of his thrust, his nails covered in leather, digging into the globe of your ass to spread you out wider.
Slick dribbled down on the marble ground, as he began to grunt loudly—brow furrowed as his frustrations grew.
“Why do you not want to moan for me? All I want to have is your voice echoing throughout these halls,” he grunted, pressing his lips deep in your ear. You bit you lip further before gasping, feelings Neuvillette softly clutch your groan. He could feel your pulse rapidly beat against his hand.
“I-It’s too embarrassing,” you choked out, feeling him grunt against and lay his upper half down on the desk allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside of you. A mix of pleasure and pain swirled throughout your core as his tips nudged against your cervix.
“Please..mon amour…let me hear you say my name,” he begged in a low voice causing you to shiver. You hesitantly stopped biting your lips as your nails dug into the desk, rising in pitch as you called out the chief justice’s name repeatedly.
“That’s it…that’s it. You’re doing so well for me,” he grunted. Your walls fluttered against his cock as he began to get to Neuvillette, cock pulsating and desperate to release. His grip on your ass lifted, snaking it around to rub tight circles on your clit. Your whines rang out as you finally reached your peak, warming Neuvillette’s heart to the fullest as tears pricked your eyes.
His lips soaked up your salty tears as his hips soon faltered, thick ropes of cum spurting itself inside of you. Globs soon leaked out, joining your arousal on the once pristine floors as Neuvillette tried to catch his breath.
“...I hope to hear more of this side of you in the future.”
Alhaitham was also fairly quiet in bed. Besides his grunts and an occasional low moan of your name, he didn’t find himself being loud in showing you his love in the bedroom. This seemed to irk you so when you brought it up with him, he replied back you were no different—thus, a silent challenge between which one was right was soon immense, who could get the other to moan the loudest.
Your hips covered against his tanned face, eyes teal and orange eyes flickered up in amusement.
“You can back out now before you embarrass yourself,” he stated. You scoffed in response as he shrugged. You need to learn to give him a little more credit when knowing just how to make your body tick.
His large hands rested on your waist, before pushing you down so your cunt was against his mouth. You grinded your lips and bit your lip to prevent any noises from leaking out but that became harder feeling Alhaitham dart out his tongue, flattening it against your clit. Your legs shook as his tongue swiped against your slick, nudging firmly against the nub as one of his hands crept up and squeezed your ass.
His lower mouth was completely coated in your arousal, dripping down his chin and lower cheeks, but his fervor lapping you up did not stop once. He popped the bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking roughly at the nub as pleasure shot throughout your body, a low moan escaping your lips.
His lips curled up in a slight smirk before opening his mouth to let your clit go once more, before flickering it back and forth before sucking it once more. Your nails dug into your thighs, hips grinding themselves against his face.
“Al-Al-Alhaitham,” you sputtered out, walls clamping down on nothing as you frail on top of him, reaching your peak. His cheeks were read as he took big breaths, swiping his tongue against the slick that clung onto his lips.
“It would seem my hypothesis was correct. Now, what exactly should be my reward?”
Cyno was a bit more insecure than he liked to let on, especially when it came to his relationship with you. He often needed some reassurance, whether he asked for it directly or not. So, often times when he bedded you, he needed to hear your voice loud and echoing throughout the large deserts of Sumeru —to signal he was doing a good job pleasuring you.
But when times you didn’t seem to be loud enough for his taste, a bit of a sadistic streak would come out of him.
His scarlet eyes narrowed at the toys vibrating themselves inside of you, hardened cock throbbing in his tight grip. A new mechanism had just gone on the market from Fontaine, and with his savings he managed to buy it to try it out on an occasion he saw fit. Tears pricked your eyes as your body squirmed, hips lifting up trying to reach your high before the toy would stop moving—edging you in a maddening cycle.
You cursed and whined, shifting your hips desperate for the feeling to return again until it finally did, at a much slower ministration this time. Cyno pumped his cock lazily, pressing down against the prominent veins that lined it.
“When I finally cum…I’ll let you as well. I see that as only fair right?” Cyno murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against your sweaty forehead. You give him a soft glare before the toy’s vibration raises once more, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.
Cyno smiled, bucking his hips at the excitement of finally hearing your voice.
“Perhaps if you sounded like that last time when I pleaded with you, you wouldn’t be punished like this,” Cyno chuckled, pressing another kiss on their lips. Your voice raised octaves as the general grunted, shutting his eyes as his cock throbbed in pleasure.
“Cyno! Cyno!” you croaked out, as he bit his lips in responses. He didn’t know why your voice had such a spell on him, but here he was unraveling, cums of cum shooting out and resting on your stomach and chest.
He sighed, slightly ashamed of himself for giving in so quickly as he finally let the toy give you the high you’ve been so desperate for.
Cyno wrapped his arms around you, staring down at your tired form.
“You're a dick, you know that,” you muttered. Cyno chuckled before resting his head against yours.
“I’m just a man hopelessly in love with the way you call out your name. I’m not ashamed of that.”
