...how are they after being fucked dumb by their sneaky link? Hinted that they have more feelings for you than just being sneaky links
...cyno...kazuha...xiao...tighnari...
Cyno
He doesn't call you often but when he does he really needs you
He needs you to fuck him until he's a crying sobbing mess until he forgets all about being the general mahamatra
Because he's too fucked dumb to think he sleeps over at your house he enjoys the feeling of sleeping in the same bed as someone else it's comforting to him it makes him forget about all the awful stares he gets from people the look of horror. He likes- no loves how you don't look at him with fear
Even tho he sleeps over at your house he's always and I mean always gone before you wake up he leaves at the ass crack of sunlight
He secretly wants to stay for longer or at least until you wake up and maybe... have breakfast with you? But he's just unsure of himself or what he would do so if you want him to stay you'll have to fuck him until the ass crack of sunlight ahem you'll have to ask him before he drifts to sleep
Kazuha
He always sleeps over at your house like always
When he wakes up from out of nowhere he pulls out a hairbrush and starts combing his hair then he treats himself to a nice long bath in your bathroom
After his long bath, he decides to raid your kitchen and makes breakfast for the both of you no matter how fucked dumb he might be the night before he's always chill about it in the morning
If there's nothing in your fridge then he orders food from outside and uses your money to pay for it he swears up and down he'll repay you but he never does
He always leaves bits and pieces of his clothes around your house before he leaves to the point where whenever he comes again he dosen't need to borrow your clothes cuz he basically has a closet full of his own
Keyword doesn't need to it doesn't mean that he will oh no he always leaves your house wearing one of your clothes t-shirts hoodies etc he'll always wear something of yours he likes the smell of you covering his body whole
Xiao
Xiao does not contact you until he is actually at his limit his karmic dept feels too much he wishes to forget it even if only for a few hours
He wants to be fucked out of his brain to be fucked dumb until he's numb until his brain feels mushy and he passes out from overstimulation and exhaustion
If he wasn't fucked dumb until the sun raised then he would leave at the earliest sight of daylight but since he's fucked past that he doesn't leave as soon as the suns up
Tho sadly he always leaves as soon as he gets up much to your dismay
You urge him to leave whenever he feels like it but xiao is too nervous when his vision is not clouded by lust
Over time he only gets comfortable enough to take a nice shower in your bathroom but that's about it after he's done he puts on clothes and books it
He feels not worthy, not deserving of being closer with you other than mindless fucking he sometimes finds his mind wandering to..what if you and him were closer what if you and him were together...would you hold him in your arms after a session would you kiss him more passionately..no. he stops himself from thinking any further as he is not deserving of your love and care
But sometimes... he finds himself indulging in his wants as he holds your hand close to him while and after he drifts to sleep
Tighnari
He doesn't call you frequently but unlike some of the other boys it isn't all that rare for him to call you
When treating people because they won't listen to him and keep eating random mushrooms gets too tough he seeks you out as a relaxation method though he seems very noticeably tired to everyone around him
Collei sometimes points it out and asks him why has he been limping all day?? Why are his ears so red...? Tighnari always passes it on as him feeling under the weather
After you finish one of your steamy sessions he always stays over and when you wake up you're greeted with the sight of him sitting butt-ass naked on your vanity and grooming his tail do not question him he will and has throw a brush at you
After he demands you make him breakfast as he's too tired while he forces you to make him food as he spends his time grooming his hair and tail as it gets really frizzy after sex
When he arrives at your house he always brings a bag full of things like- he's gonna move in or something ?
Also someone who frequently takes your clothes tho when confronted fully denies it and claims it's not his problem that you're reckless and lost your hoodies
Listen he can't help it he wants to savor the smell of you..
Notes: I SPENT THE ENTIRE MONTH JUST TRYING TO WRITE THIS. Idk WHY I got stuck on it so badly, but it’s finally here. The next one will not take as long I promise I’ve already gotten half of it written (tho there’s no telling if it’ll still be this year by the time I finish this year’s kinktober)
CW: NONCON/DUBCON. Whether you see this as reader having incubus thrall powers or not (it’s never specified) Cyno is clearly coerced and unable to escape after multiple attempts to pull away. Mind break/corruption I guess??
Masterlist . Kink list
So, AU where it’s still teyvat as we know it, but Cyno is a priest for Kusanali. I can’t imagine Cyno not being a fighter so let’s say he still enacts judgment on criminals as a hobby.
And everything is as it should be UNTIL he stumbles across a group attempting to summon a creature from the abyss. He deals with them, of course, but ends up accidentally spilling his blood on the ritual site, inadvertently binding himself to you.
Countless hours upon days upon weeks of searching for a solution prove fruitless. But when he realises that you can’t harm him or anyone else as long as you’re tied to him, he decides that for the safety of everyone he will bear the burden of your presence. You’re determined to prove this beloved priest isn’t as pure as he pretends to but to no avail. Wealth, power, cruelty, none of these things sway him from his duties.
Sure, bothering Cyno is always fun, but you start to tire of the same song and dance, of being little more than a nuisance. So you try the one thing you haven’t tempted him with yet: pleasure.
You catch him while he’s praying, wanting to take advantage of him on his knees. It’s easy to drape yourself over his back, to trace your palms down his chest while he tries to ignore your touch, whispering taunts in his ear.
He tries to grumble about your behaviour, but his words cut off with a sharp inhale as you slip his earlobe into your mouth. Your arm is a brand around his waist, too strong from him to successfully jerk away.
“I can make you feel so much better than your precious piety,” you purr, hooking a claw in his collar. It tears through the fabric like butter and, while you shove one thigh between both of his, you realise despite all his objections he’s rock hard.
He would glare at you after you slam his back onto the floor, snarl and try to fight while you pin him down. But all his strength is no match for an inhuman being like yourself.
“What are you trying to accomplish?” His ruby gaze looks up at you through snowy eyelashes. It would almost be pretty if not for the scowl that marred it. “The bond won’t allow you to harm me.”
“But it’s not harm if it feels good, is it?”
He looks gorgeous, wrists pinned by one of your hands above his head, hair disheveled and clothes torn open revealing his defined chest. With your free hand, you lightly circle the expanse of his neck, pondering what to do with him at your mercy.
He threatens you, tries to ward you off, but the second you get your fingers in mouth he goes still. You don’t even need to hold open his jaw— the man doesn’t even try to bite down.
For a man so proud, so stoic, he falls so quickly the second he gets a taste of the sin he’s been avoiding his whole life. Even gagging around your fingers, tears beading in the corner of his eyes, he’s limp and unwilling to fight back. Push down on his tongue and watch his eyes roll back into his head, grind down on him and he groans so prettily.
He looks even better once you replace your fingers with something bigger. The mere sight of your cock makes his eyes go glassy, gets him panting like a dog as you fist his hair, pulling him close. He doesn’t know what to do, that much is obvious, but it’s nothing some gentle encouragement can’t fix.
“Let me in baby, just like you did with my fingers,” you murmur, a sweet tone hiding how thoroughly you were planning to wreck him. Cyno tongues clumsily at your tip before letting it slip past his lips, slowly taking your length into his mouth.
Too slow, in fact.
He chokes as you slam into him, making him take you to the hilt. He cries around your cock, words muffled and barely intelligible— “Ngh♡~ ‘oo ‘ig~” —but you don’t let him move away as you start to fuck his throat without remorse.
He whines and his throat constricts around you, struggling to take it all, but he remains hard throughout. Eventually, he goes limp, hands curled into the material of your trousers as he accepts his position. Cyno can choke and cry but he can’t hide the fact he’s hard, his usual cold exterior stripped away and reduced to a wet, desperate mess. Even after you cum down his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he struggles to swallow everything, he still can’t get enough. Pulling away only leads to him whining, following you to close the distance once more. He babbles around your cock, words unintelligible, but his actions make it clear he refuses to be dragged away.
Such a pretty little priest just for you… how could you possibly resist stealing him away for yourself? It’s not like he’d be able to go back to his previous life after all, after such a hard fall into sin and depravity. The scattered thoughts in his head can barely come together and when they do, the only thought in his head is getting to be used by you.
i just have the most vivid concept of general mahamatra cyno being taken apart completely on your cock, whining and writhing, pushing away and leaning into your touch. he's desperately clawing at every single goddamn surface he can find—your back, the sheets, his own self. anything. it doesn't matter. he just needs the comfort of holding onto something, of being grounded by something that's not just the feeling of you buried deep inside him right to the hilt.
"look at you." the sound of your cooing had him burying his face in the crook of your neck, entirely embarrassed. "the great general mahamatra, taken apart by vanilla sex."
because that was the most embarrassing part, wasn't it? there wasn't even anything mean in the way you were fucking into him. it wasn't a rough tumble with hands digging into the flesh of his hips and fingers wrapped around the base of his throat. it wasn't the harsh slap of skin on skin, open palms meeting the skin of his ass, his thighs. it wasn't violent thrusts that made the bed tremble, made him hurt.
"i'm not even holding you down." you were so close, too close. "see? your hands are free to do whatever you want to do, darling."
with the way you were hovering over him, thrusting into him so slowly but so deeply, there was no escape. you had him trapped, stuck in a missionary position with his legs spread open and his face uncovered so that you could see every expression he was making.
"don't be like that." your hands moved to brush the tears out of his eyes, your face dipping low to press a kiss on the corners of his lips. not close enough to kiss him properly. "it's okay to want to be taken care of once in a while, you know?"
"please," he said. his voice was wrecked, hoarse. ruined. "please."
"please what, lovely?" you brushed his bangs out of his eyes, smiling at him all the while. you were always so tender. always so gentle. so much that it had become it's own kind of violence. "come on. tell me what you want."
"too much," cyno rasped out. "'s too much."
you huffed out, a small amused thing. cyno felt your hands sneak in between his, intertwining your fingers together. slowly, you reached up, pinning his hands on the mattress above his head. never once did you stop fucking into him, cock meeting his prostate and forcing stars to bloom in the back of his eyelids.
"too much," cyno slurred one more time, hoping that you would understand. this was too much— this tenderness, this gentleness.
he could handle you hurting him. he could handle you fucking into him like there would be no tomorrow. he could handle your rough handling. he could handle any pain that you inflict him. if anything, he would keen and lean into it; seek for any sort of hurt from you as long as it was you who gave it to him.
but this? he didn't know what to do with this softness.
"just a bit more, please." your voice was a low whisper, your lips hovering above his. a sob escaped his lips, and he could hear your soft shhs; not to silence him, never to silence him. always to ground him. to keep him in place. "can you do that for me, please, cyno?"
he let out a broken sound. "okay," he agreed, wrecked. "okay. for you." for you. always for you. because he didn't know what to do with himself, but he would always try for you. only ever for you. "for you."
his eyes were half-lidded, and he could barely see past the tears in his eyes, but he could make the distant outlines of your smile. he whined when you lower your face, pressing your lips against him. he couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but take what you gave him.
"look at me, cyno," you whispered. "can you do something for me, please?"
"okay," cyno said, unsure of what he was agreeing to but knowing over and over again that he would give it all for you.
"let go for me, cyno." it was a soft order, more of a request than a command. "come on. i know you can do it. cum for me."
how could cyno deny you anything? especially when you were using that soft voice of yours, the one that let him know that you had it all handled. that no matter what happened, he would always be yours. unfailingly. undoubtedly.
cyno's back arched, mouth parted prettily as he fell apart just for you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
In which Sethos overhears something he shouldn't have
[Ch 1 of 2]
Sethos/Reader/Cyno
Sethos totally didn't expect to be here, with you and Cyno in one room.
No, Sethos hadn't fantasize this exact scene at all.
Not until he accidentally overheard moans and groans coming out of your apartment when he visited unannounced. He was just supposed to invite you for a drink at Lambad's Tavern as it was you and Sethos' usual hangout activity.
One noise was enough for Sethos to figure out what he was hearing that time. His mind went blank, body stuck in its place, as he kept hearing your quiet pants and low moans, and a man's groan and heavy breathing. Wait, that guy sounded awfully familiar.
"Taking me so well—hah, Cyno..." You spoke amidst the slapping sounds of thrusts. Sethos' eyes widened in realization that the man was actually Cyno, and Sethos' mouth hung open when he realized that you may actually be pegging Cyno?
Sethos' felt his throat dry, making him swallow his saliva. His body suddenly felt warm and tingly, he felt anxious and slightly humiliated about eavesdropping on you, his friend, on an intimate activity. He should leave now, he thought, maybe he'll forget about this incident in time.
But he wouldn't budge.
The sounds he was hearing filled his ears and mind. It was the only thing he could focus on.
The wet slapping sounds got quicker and harder along with Cyno voicing out curse words and groans. Sethos' heard you giggle and moan. "Too much, General?" With a low voice, sultry voice, you teased.
Sethos cock twitched, and then he began to get hard.
'Fuck, I can't believe I'm getting turned on by this.' He thought. And it was about time Sethos decided to move his feet, to go home and take care of his new problem.
The next time he saw you was when the two of you finally got the time to get drinks at the Tavern. Of course, Sethos acted normal despite remembering (almost every second) the naughty sounds he heard on your door.
The both of you never usually go harder on drinks, but that night, Sethos noticed how pumped up you were into drinking more with him, to the point that your personality had totally changed throughout the night.
"Sethos..." you trailed along with little giggles. Sethos looked at you intently, waiting for your words. "Say, would you like to spend a night with me and Cyno?" You whispered, as if you were sharing a secret. Sethos' eyes widened as he blinked multiple times. His mouth opening and closing— what the hell was he supposed to say right now?
You giggled again, slightly louder this time. "Why you acting shy Sethos? I knew you heard us the previous night."
Sethos visibly flushed, "I—I," he sputtered as he couldn't form a coherent word. Yet, his body buzzed with excitement. His mind only yelled at him to accept your invitation.
You just tilted your head and smiled at him, waiting patiently for his response.
Sethos recovered after a short while, "Heh... it'll be such a shame to deny an exciting invitation from you, my lady..."
And that's how he found himself in your room, with you and Cyno.
"Please, make yourself at home." Your voice cuts off the electrifying silence that surrounded you three.
"Will do... thank you." Sethos weakly mumbled, as he watched you shoved off most of your outer clothing, and Cyno made himself comfortable on some chair of your room.
"Since it's your first time with me tonight... I decided to just have Cyno watch us, is that okay with you, Sethos?"
Sethos' eyes widened for a fraction of second, but the fire igniting inside him spread warmth all throughout his body. His excitement in spending a night with you and Cyno overpowered his shyness. He nervously giggled, "N-nuh— not a problem at all, (name)..."
⊹ synopsis - The hand that can do so much for one, even in the most dire situation, it can come without one knowing, even if that person is one you don't know.
⊹ pairing - Neuvillette, Wriothesley, & Zhongli x Cyno | Furina x Cyno
𝜗ৎ note - author’s dyslexic + not beta read! check series link for more info please! Don’t take the sugar baby and momma thing seriously it only for a bit of the story! And I thought it was funny writing it
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Everything was blurry, it hurt to move. Breathing felt like a chore, moving even an inch sent a shock up his spine–maybe there’s something in the break room he can eat; besides he needed to take his suppressant before anyone in this building smelt him. “I’ll be back” Cyno mumbles, slipping his pill container in his pocket before slowly and painfully getting up–grabbing his cubicles tightly as he leaves. Wriothesley hums, continuing his work as Cyno shakily walks away.
He sucks in a breath, ears buzzing more with each step. The lights are blinding, everything hurt; why… just why was Cyno born like this he thinks? Why born in a body that others would lust after? The sounds around him echo infinitely louder then before
“Watch out!”
CRASH
Files exploded into the air, like startled birds. Cyno stumbles, knees hitting the office floor hard. He groans, hearing the small squeak of the person he had run into. “I’m so sorry!” She stammers, seemingly already on her feet after just falling
“Are you alright?”
Cyno groans, blinking a few times, trying to get his vision to focus on the woman in front of him.
“Y-yes,” he manages, rubbing his eyes. The woman sighs, clapping her hands together, “Thank everything you're alright!” Cyno huffs, shaking his head as a headache hits him…
“…”
“Are you sure you're alright, you don’t look it… Oh, you probably didn’t eat anything this morning!” The woman mumbles, tapping her chin as she thinks, “There is food in the break room, breakfast sandwich… You can have mine, I’m not a breakfast person haha”
Cyno stares, his eyes still fuzzy, but he can indeed make out her face; she's new, he can tell that much.
“Thank you..” he manages, a small, unnoticeable smile forms on his lips. “And don’t worry about paying me back, ok! You just go get some food, okay!” She brightly says, starting to pick up the files she had dropped. Cyno hums, standing up slowly; his legs very much wanting to give out on him. He leaves using the wall as his support to turn the corner.
…
The lady hums, picking up the files that had scattered after bumping into Cyno, trying to figure out which paper went in each file… Maybe bringing it to Neuvillette was a good idea. “Nice going Furina, now you're brother's gonna spend more time organizing than reading,” she grumbles at herself; one hand reaching for one of the only file that somehow didn’t loses its papers; her other hand grabs a pen by her foot.
“Hope big blue won’t be mad at me,” she mumbles, grabbing the file quickly, sliding it against the floor slightly.
Press
Furina stills file still in hand, pen in the other. She sighs slowly, places the file on the stack, and puts the pen in her jacket’s pocket. Her head turns slowly, looking for what had pressed or bumped into her leg.
It was a container, purple and smooth, her eyes stared before picking it up. She hums, tapping her nails against it slightly; looking it over… she pauses, free hand going for the pocket of her skirt, pulling out a similar container, tho this one was blue with little bubbles drawn on
“Wait, this…” she stammers, quickly pocketing both containers. Picking up the files quickly
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Neuvillette stares at the files, a sigh leaving his lips, “What happened?” He questions… Furina sighs, kicking the tip of her heel against the floor. “I ran into a guy while carrying the files… I’m sorry,” Neuvillette hums… rubbing his eyes. “You can go, I’ll handle this mess.”
Furina hums, rushing out of the office quickly. Skirt pocket feeling heavier than it did before. “This doesn’t make sense, floor thirty should only have betas and alphas. Why would a heat suppressant container be on that floor?” She rambles, hands shaking, as she thinks, maybe another omega dropped it? No… that doesn’t sound right, this isn’t just a regular pill container. Furina mumbles, hands nervously smoothing out her skirt; whoever this belonged to would be needing it soon. Or any alpha would smell them, and they must be freaking the heel out over their missing pills.
“Damn-it… whose could this be?” The question felt like it couldn’t be answered
…
“Furina?”
She snaps back to reality, looking around frantically. “Ms. Furina! Over here…” the voice called again. Furina turns her head faced with Emillie, the desk receptionist who had so kindly said hi to her this morning.
“Oh, Ms. Emilie! I didn’t see you,” Furina laughs, scratching the back of her neck nervously. The receptionist laughs, fixing her glass before walking over to Furina. “You seem stressed, work already getting to you?” Emillie kindly questions, hand patting the younger woman's shoulder
“Yeah, I was just wondering, you know, a lot of people, right?” Furina questions, nervously smiling, “Oh, I do! Why do you ask?” She questions, “Well, I found this container on floor thirty, and was wondering if you know whose it was!” She explains, her hands a little shaky as she pulls out the container
Emillie hums, eyeing it carefully…
“Oh, that’s Cyno… he must have dropped it without reliving!” Emilie calmly says, fixing her glasses again. Furina stares, fingers twitching as she processes the information she was just given… “What may his second gender be?” she finally manages, smiling nervously. “Alpha… he said the container was to carry pills for… something I just can’t remember the reason!” the receptionist answers, tapping her chin as she tries to think.
“T-thanks… what does he look like? I’d like to return the container to him!” Furina mumbles quickly, sweat coating her neck. “White hair tied up in a low ponytail, red eyes, tanned skin, but if that's not clear, then look for his desk mate Wriothesly!”
Furina hums, pocketing the container, smiling kindly. “Thank you, I’ll go return Mr. Cyno's container!” She says quickly, turning fast on her heel. Emilie hums, waving before turning too
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The pain had stopped, but the fear? No, that had built. The container was gone, must have fallen out of his pocket when he ran into the women, and even after reliving she was gone and so was the container. He had eaten made sure of it; the shaking in his hands had stopped, which was good, but he needed his suppressants and fast. The pills he had taken the night before were wearing off, and that wasn’t good, even with the choker around his neck that he hadn’t taken off in forever, or so like it was glued to his skin without any way to remove it!
“Um… are you Cyno?” a woman's voice questions, Cyno turns his eyes meeting with the woman's. “Yes..? Do you need anything?” he asks, taking in the women’s appearance. Her hair was white like his own but with shades of light and dark blue. Eyes two different colors, one light blue, the other dark blue. “Could you come with me for a second?” she questions, Cyno stares lightly weirded out by the women but he obliges. Standing up slowly as the woman backs up. She seemed somewhat familiar in a way
…
They move slowly, the women looked around quickly before pulling Cyno into one of the office's storage closets. Box piled up on a small table, Cyno stiffens as the door shuts quickly the lock being heard next
“Um… hello!” The woman said turning to Cyno slowly, like she was trying not to scare him. The room goes quiet under the fluorescent lights. “Okay… what is it you need” Cyno finally says; the silence breaking. The woman breaths hand slipping into her skirt's pocket, “I found this and was told it belonged to you…” she says slowly. Pulling out a purple container… Cyno stills eyes wide
…
The woman fidgets, hands shaking as they hold the container “Where did you find this?” Cyno whispers fear very much present in his voice “In the hall right of the breakroom” she explains, the two go quiet again. If a pin dropped you could hear it; “You're the woman I ran into this morning… I’m sorry about that” Cyno murmurs, hand shaking at his sides
“Furina!” she tells
“What..?” Cyno questions… looking up from the floor
'That's my name… here this is you're right?” Furina jabs, hand risen for Cyno to take the container
“Thank you…” He says, taking the container with shaky hands, “You know what I am right?” Cyno questions, voice a little shaky as he questions. “Yes, you're an omega like me! But Emillie said you were an alpha… is there a reason for you lying?” Furina questions, scratching the back of her neck nervously
“There is… but I’m not telling you! It’s not your concern” Cyno quickly explains, grip on the container tight “You should take your suppressants…” Furina calmly says, picking up a plastic bottle from a case next to the door, Cyno sighs, taking the bottle from her nicely “Are you gonna tell anyone?” he questions, opening the tap that said “Tuesday” “No… I’m not an asshole who would try and put someone at risk…” She gently says, pressing her hand to her heart. Cyno smiled lightly before taking the suppressants he needed.
“Um… okay so everyone in the office knows you're an alpha right?” Furina mumbles, pressing the tip of her shoe into the floor “Yes… why do you ask?” Cyno replies, twisting the cap back onto the bottle “Okay so I was thinking… What if we I don’t know protected each other?” she mumbles again laughing nervously. Cyno stares unaware on how to answer
“Why?” he questions
“Everyone knows you're an alpha and I'm an omega. Why don’t we pretend to be a couple and fake everyone out?” she explains, quickly hands starting to fidget with each other
Cyno stares taken aback by Furina’s explanation, eyes meeting hers to try and understand her fully. “Not to be rude but what?” he says, giving her a somewhat confused look. “You know those movies where two people pretend to be a couple and-” “They fall in love and live happily ever after, yeah gross crap!” Cyno says, interrupting Furina.
“Hey those movies are good!” she retorts, crossing her arms against her chest. “Yeah not my cup of tea but why do you wanna fake date? We don’t even know each other!” Cyno says, crossing his arm too. “You seem stressed about others finding out and I wanna help you… I may not know you but helping an omega in need is like omega code!” Furina explains, smiling. Cyno stares blinking a few times, thinking over what Furina said “If we agree to this I’m not becoming you're sugar Daddy I don’t have that kind of money!”
Furina stares, laughing slightly “Haha… you must not know me, you’d be my sugar baby! I may have an intern level pay but I’m really rich from my inheritance money!” Cyno stares, slightly taken aback by Furina’s words but brushes them off “Do I have to call you a nickname?” he questions, fixing his hair awaiting her answer. “I was called Fufu as a kid so you could call me that!” she answers, Cyno hums. Scratching his neck nervously
“Call me whatever you’d like…” he mumbles
Furina hums, nodding slowly “Alright then big guy!”
Cyno sighs, rubbing his temple “Fufu I’m barely taller than you!”
“Oh well! Doesn’t really matter to me!” she answers, smiling brightly
The two go quiet, office noise being heard on the other side of the door. This was just the beginning of a plan set in play to fool the others. Like a game of sorts, a game that was dangerous if ones who were not meant to discover…
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“Do you need me to buy lunch?” Furina asks, elbowing Cyno as the two walk back to Cyno cubicle
“Yeah… used up most of my money, paying my suppressant payment last night…” he answers, biting his lip slightly
“Well that’s alright… how about we talk more about this whole thing after work?” she says, smiling gently
“Yeah… that’ll be alright, how about my place?” Cyno quietly questions
Furina hums, tapping her finger against her chin “Sure… I don’t mind, besides it would be good to know you much better!”
Cyno nobs, smiling before waving good bye to Furina
Cyno Content bc there’s not enough Sub Cyno on this site
This is literally just my horny ramblings but I do plan to release a genuine Cyno fic soon I promise. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY HE IS ANF DJDBDBDBDHEBSLS—
Flirting with him in public will always end badly because this man could say the dirtiest shit with the straightest face and most dead tone imaginable. This is one battle you are not winning I’m sorry 🙏
On the flip side, dirty talking in private when you can actually feel him and and squeeze his waist and thighs while you do it and MMM I swear he would get so flustered. He would try to hide it but he can’t help the little gasps that escape his lips when you suddenly grip his thighs tight and pull them apart.
As for his.. choice in clothing, I don’t think he’s actually trying to rile you up on purpose… it’s just a nice side effect to having HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHEST EXPOSED SHDBDB. He deals with really hot weather so you can’t blame him, but that does mean you get the right to feel him up when no one’s looking.
Going on a desert expedition with him just to play with his cute lil nipples at night when you’re supposed to be asleep. Him complaining that you’ll both be tired tomorrow because of this. Squirming and complaining but not making any move to stop you.
It would take so long to break him down (kind of like Xiao) but when you finally do it’s so rewarding. Fucking him for hours nonstop until he doesn’t have the mental capacity to make his stupid jokes (because yes he will still make the stupid jokes even as you fuck him silly.)
Getting a “W-Wai—AAGH~~!” Or a “C-can’t- hnngh- I” from him would be just UGHDBRDB
Please. Please blindfold this man. For the love of all that is holy. He’s always working so hard, he needs the chance to relinquish control and let someone take care of him. He's a little nervous about it at first (combat brain, you always want to be able to see) but soon enough he’ll be such a good little pillow princess!
if you don’t though, he’d be so dutiful about whatever you ask him to do. Suck your cock? His mouth is open wide. Eat you out? Of course, he’s ready for you. Beg? On his knees, looking at you through thick lashes, pretty words spilling from his lips. Don’t cum yet? He’ll do his best… but you’re just too good at this, please don’t make him wait too long!
Once you make him a drooling and whining mess, though, have a little mercy on him. He can barely think, let alone listen to what you’re telling him.
In the morning, please pin him to the bed and don’t let him up. He WILL try to leave at the crack ass of dawn, and he WILL try to make you breakfast while his legs are still shaky and giving out.
He’ll learn to let you take care of him eventually, but it’ll take a little while. <3
honorable note: The difference between Aether and Cyno having their midsections exposed is that Cyno had a valid reason. Aether is just a whore who likes showing off his waist. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
Pretty boys showing off their midriff,,,, currently going feral
Heizou's here too because of his shirt, giving me glimpses of his waist like that
[Thirst]!
feral anon my beloved bc why?? why are they dressing slutty and showing us their waists as of we don't wanna do unspeakable things to them >:(
i can imagine heizou pretending to be coy, wanting to lure you in of what he was wearing. see how he wears a literal shirt with open sides?? don't tell me this is for you to have easy access on him. he'll even tease you too, pulling his shirt a bit to the side so you can catch a glimpse of his nipples, already hard and puffy. you snap. you would come up behind him and put your hands under his arm to the holes of the side of shirt and grab his chest. he would act startled, muttering "what a pervert you are, just grabbing me like that.", "shut up, slut." you growl, signaling to lift his arms. you begin to toy his nubs, pinching and pulling while he moans, a ditzy smile on his lips as he feels sparks of please. he grinds his ass back to your, trying to feel more from you. "quit that, better have not tested my patience or you could've gotten more." heizou whines, wiggling his hips in dismay. "i'll keep playing with these," you pinch hard, making him mewl out your name. "all i want, so deal with it."
for aether, our beloved aether, he teases you with his stomach. especially after defeating an enemy, sweat would be running down his stomach and you would just stare. with his outfit, you can't help it, it just has your mind running. and he knows it. he knows how his exposed stomach riles you up and he likes it. he would push you back against a tree standing up and fumble with your pants, dropping it down and stroking your half-hard cock. "you were staring so much, [name]. what were you looking at?" he giggles, swiping his thumb across your slit. your eyes become hazy as he nudges your tip with his stomach, smearing pre-cum all over. "pervert. wanna cum on my stomach, don't you?" his strokes become faster on your shaft while feeling stimulation from your tip because of his stomach. you feel your legs wobble as your orgasm approaches, thrusting your cock in his hand. "that's right, [name]. cum all over me, cum all over my stomach.."
cyno.. just cyno. have you seen what he wears? hoyo missed the chance to make his nipples visible, he is literally not wearing anything even a shirt!! why can't they do that?? but i digress, because honestly ogle at him all you want, his body is too pretty not look at. so imagine finally camping to rest for the night after exploring the dessert with cyno. you get to rest after a long time of defeating and.. distraction. the entire time you two were fighting enemies, you can't help but sneak a glance of his body. his biceps, his waist, his chest? you were holding on to the last straw of focus you had or you might've just ended up jumping him instead. so while you two were resting, you passively said to let you use him for the night since you barely focused and almost got killed multiple times (pathetic excuse yes but its effective) and surprisingly, he agreed. you didn't waste any time, pushing him down on the sand and straddling his chest while he watches you, curious what you'll do.
you undo your pants and take your cock out, stroking it. "haahh— you don't what you were doing to me out there, cyno. you got to cover up sometime or i might just pounce on you out in the open." what you said made his eyes widen and his face suddenly felt warm. "how vulgar." he mutters as you eying his nipples. you pressed the tip of you cock to one of his hardened nubs, circling it around as you kept stroking your shaft, making you groan. his back arches, eyes watching you intently as your cock plays with his nipples and strokes your cock. he can't look away. you free hand comes up to his other nipple, tugging and pulling while you stroke yourself faster, making sure your tip keeps pushing to his nub and he whines, his hips writhing around. you feel yourself about to cum, getting you to pinch him harder. "[n-name], you're so nghh— filthy.. getting off to me like this. maybe i should keep mmmph— showing myself like this to you.." you give pull on on your cock and groaning as you cum, spilling it all over his nipple and chest. you catch your breath and look at cyno and his mouth was in a frown. he grabs your cock and pulls it, "i was expecting you to cum in my mouth.. so do it again."
hehehehe i had something in mind with cyno and honestly it was probably bc of a twt vid i saw or smth lol . thank you for anon again for the food! <33
Yessssss yes yes! He looks so proud of himself, how can people not laugh? He makes me laugh and I would just encourage his jokes just so I can see the sparkle in his eyes, he's probably so giddy smdmdndj he's so cute I wanna kiss him senseless
The only way Cyno's a top is a service top, I know just he'd meltttttt into a puddle of love especially when you praise him! Call him a pretty boy, call him the goodest boy in the world!
I just know you could make him cum from praise, he's so used to people looking at him with fear/apprehension, but you're different you've always smile at him and speak to him in such a gentle manner and he's gotta tug his helmet sometimes when you look at him with so much unfiltered adoration in your eyes.
I'm not saying that you've pulled him into a secluded corner to steal a few kisses, he pretends to be annoyed with it yet the way he leans into the kisses says otherwise (he's just lil shy, listen he's never really dated before). I just know that he loves forehead kisses and neck kisses too.
Definitely sensitive, cutie's used to roughness because of his job so gentle touches will drive him wild. Gentle caresses are gonna make him squirm and whine, so so so incredibly sensitive to gentle touches it's so cute watching him writhe.
He might have scratches on his back from a passionate night, honestly he doesn't notice them and had done his usual patrol the next day and was so confused about why everyone seemed off. This man smh 😔he's so dumb and I love it.
The way this man has me in a chokehold is unreal, I cannot wait until his next rerun that twink will be mine 😤
I'm sorry for rambling it's just I don't have anyone to talk about sub Cyno, people are cowards because this man is such a puppy. He's so damn loyal once he locks in a relationship.
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Okay sorry it took me a while to answer BUT I couldn’t bring it over myself to give an half-asset response to this beautiful beautiful thing.
First I totally agree, I don’t know how anyone could be intimidated by him. He’s literally so ahhhh, the same with xiao. I also headcanon that his abdomen or waist part is the most sensitive, cuz his waist is so cute and adorable and it would be soooo cute if he was really sensitive there. Like just grabbing his hips and caressing them gently gets him all flustered and squirming in your grasp. Some people wonder how you can date him without looking scared, but oh boy. Oh boyyyyy.
He wears so little clothing too! If you don’t like showing off, you have to be careful about where to place the hickeys. Cuz he wouldn’t even notice that they are there, just going on about his day while people are flabbergasted. But if you do like bragging about what’s yours, go for it and mark him up everywhere!! Even if he sees them, he’d love them too much and be too proud to cover them up. So what’s the big deal with everyone? It’s a well known fact you two are going out, why are they so surprised to see some teeth marks on his neck and shoulder?
Cyno is literally such a puppy, he’s suuuch an adorable little dork. It makes one want to see him blush 24/7.
Anyway, I approve of it. Though I don’t have him neither, havent logging in for quite a while. I can’t download the new update cuz I’m installing other gacha games to try them out and my storage has def seen better days 🫠
