#bottom cyno

[yuanology]

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.

[l1tw1ck]

Desert Heat

Bottom!FTM!Cyno x Top!Masc!Eremite Reader

[Series SDs] [Part Two] | AFAB language is used

Contains: Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Handjob, Womb Fucking, Brief Unconsciousness, Dumbification

Words: 815

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Cyno looks up from the scarab he was observing, a tall and very large person standing before him. An eremite.

He bites his lip and stands up, at eye level with your crotch. He looks up at you and wonders why you're not saying anything.

"Do you need something from me?" Cyno tries not to let his mind wander to what your size is.

"Was just watching you." You shrug. Your voice was like music to his ears, the sounds far too hot for him to handle.

"Well- you know what they say about the pot- um..and the boiling-" Cyno says nervously, his normal personality falling apart in your presence.

"Uh...right." You laugh. "I won't bother you anymore." You turn around.

"Wait!" Cyno clasps his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. He never saw himself as the type to get flustered but being so close to someone of your size..

"What..?" You stop and turn back to him. "I didn't come for trouble, I swear."

"No...I..." He stares at your crotch and almost drools.

"Oh, I understand." You smirk. "You want me to fuck you." You hold his chin up and force him to look at you.

Cyno moans, trembling at how your hand could almost envelop his entire face.

"It's tempting..." You trail off.

Cyno whimpers. "You...you won't?"

"I'd break you in half, General Mahamatra." You shake your head.

"I..I wanna be broken.." Cyno says, his voice uncharacteristically needy and whiny. "Please break me.."

"Strip." You order.

"He- here?" Cyno asks, still taking his clothes off. The two of you are in the middle of the desert, so getting caught by some creature or another eremite is extremely probable.

"You don't seem to be too concerned about the location." You run your hands along his body. "Or maybe the thought of getting your brains fucked out trumps that." You pull your pants down, just enough to free your semi hard cock.

Cyno moans. "Huge.." He takes it in his small hand, nuzzling his cheek against it. His slick is sticking to his thighs. He moves to the tip, opening his mouth wide to take it inside him.

Your cock is so big that it makes his mouth hurt. He pulls away, disappointed that he can't take you in his mouth and opts to give you a handjob instead. Cyno watches in awe as you reach your full size, the thought of it penetrating him makes him tremble.

"You're a little slut, huh? Seeing something as big as this and only getting more excited about it.." You grab Cyno's waist and lift him into the air.

Cyno shivers in excitement, spreading his legs as you start to enter him. It takes some time for your tip to penetrate him but when it does, he squeals. Just the feeling of your thick tip entering him is enough to make him come.

His pussy flutters around your tip, so happy even from having not even an inch of you inside him.

You look at Cyno with a hunger in your eyes that he can understand perfectly. "Do it." He whispers, voice shaky.

You push almost your entire length into him, the hit to his cervix causes him to blackout. You keep thrusting into him but avoid the sensitive area, enjoying the feeling of his wet walls surrounding your cock.

Cyno eventually wakes up, his soft unconscious moans turning to loud conscious screams of pleasure.

"Fuck- Yes~! More~!" Cyno gasps. "De- deeper~!"

"I'll really break you, General." You thrust straight into his cervix.

Cyno rolls his eyes back. "Ple- please~! yes~!"

His body shakes violently, squirt gushing out of him as your cock enters his womb. You're surprised he didn't faint again.

"Don- don't stu- stop~!" His eyes roll to the back of his head. "Fuck-"

You keep pounding his wet warmth, encouraged by his visible enjoyment. Seeing someone as serious and important completely debauched while impaled by your cock is truly a sight to behold.

Cyno completely falls apart, saying words you can barely decipher as 'more' and 'so good'.

He definitely won't be able to walk after this.

Your thrusts become uneven as you reach your release. "Fuck- gonna come-"

Cyno squeezes your cock in excitement, babbling 'cum' over and over.

Right before you come, Cyno does, squirting and clenching around your length as you fill him up with an unholy amount of spend.

Your thrusts come to a halt. You observe the fucked out general, breathing heavily with a dumb smile on his face. "How about I take you back to my base? Until you recover.."

Cyno nods, resting his head on your shoulder. You try to pull out but he refuses to let you, forcing you to cover the part where you two connect with Cyno's clothes.

"You shouldn't stay too long though, they'll start looking for you otherwise."

[tomodachikun]

Hear me out! Cyno and Tighnari both having a crush on you all throughout their years studying in the akademiya! Polyamorous relationship with Tighnari and Cyno!

Cyno who was just a normal low-rank matra, his hair was shorter and he was much more monotone and harder to understand than ever. Yet, when he sees you he swears his cock drools and he loses his “cool” attitude. He’s stuttering, biting his lip so hard it almost draws blood. He murmurs an excuse, speed walking out to talk with Tighnari about his feelings. He technically works for you, making you his boss. Though he was new he was quickly climbing through the ranks, his raw skill was no joke and everyone became quickly intimidated by his presence alone! You were the only one that truly enjoyed his company (of course not excluding Tighnari), not minding how blunt and awkward he can be. You once called him cute and after you never saw him until 2 weeks later. (Yes, he wears shirts (・∀・)

Speaking of him, Tighnari whose still studying at the Akademiya, he’s stressing out (he’s so close to dropping out, living a life being a forest ranger), his fur is losing its natural shine and he’s even sassier—snapping at anything that doesn’t go his way. You’re his senior, often helping him out with things he needed. One day you recommended giving him a massage, too which he answered with a snarky remark and a low growl (he didn’t say no!). During the entire thing he couldn’t stop whining, his muscles so tense with stress. You use a product on his tail, it was so effective it slowly gave him his healthy fur back! After it, The poor fox couldn’t stop trailing behind you like a fox kit! One thing that didn’t change was his attitude, he’s trilling and purring every time you talk to him and when you bring it up he’s blaming it on a sore throat, calling you a “lummox” for ever imagining such a thing, though you can clearly tell he’s lying from his trembling tail and flustered face!

Tighnari and Cyno who were best friends during the time, clearly had severe sexual tension every time they were put in a room together, even though they both had a crazy crush on you. One day, enough was enough, and lost their virginity to each other, they always had feelings for each other, but didn’t know how to feel also liking you! They both felt horrible about it after, avoiding each other and _you! _You weren’t stupid, you took note of it instantly, after all, you guys were an inseparable group, doing literally everything together. It was easy to trick Cyno, it was really hard avoiding your boss after all. You just gave him false orders, telling him to meet at your house and that more information would be given out shortly upon his arrival. Tighnari was harder…he was more aware and more skeptical. You somehow managed to make him believe you had a project to do together! You’ve never lied to him about such things before (you felt really bad doing it) and you were his senior, so you were relieved it went off without a hitch!

Cyno is the first to show, he was always early. No matter how nervous talking to you right now. he was never one to shrink his responsibilities (sadly he was tricked!). Cyno realizes you weren’t in the house so he waits patiently, taking his shoes off like he always did when walking into someone’s house—it was a habit Tighnari drilled into his brain. Cyno’s face reverts into a sad frown at the thought of his best friends, the ones who he’s been avoiding this whole week. Guilt punches him in the gut but he swallows it, pushing it at the back of his brain to deal with later—of course, things don’t go his way when Tighnari walks through the door. Cyno freezes, his hands clamp up and his heart pounds through his ears.

Tighnari doesn’t notice him yet, too busy taking his shoes off, it’s only then till he finally steps a few feet into the house he spots Cyno sitting on your couch. Tighnari is just as shocked, tail and ears stiff. He clears his throat, fully intent on putting his shoes on and walking out of the house. Once your plan was in action you walk out of your hiding spot and into your house, firmly pushing Tighnari in and locking the door behind you. You were pissed, and rightfully so!

“I don’t know what game you two are trying to play here, but it’s not funny and I demand a fucking explanation right this instant, I don’t care if I have to make you talk” you were calm but they can tell you were seething, anyone could. Your nose was scrunched and your face forced a frown, you clearly weren’t pleased with both of them.

The room is quiet, Tighnari and Cyno stay quiet, making eye contact and guilty facial expressions. Cyno was the first to look away and put his head down in shame and Tighnari whimpers.

“Fine. Alright, you don’t want to tell me! Okay, that’s fine—“ your hands ball into fist, your grip so tight your knuckles start turning white

“Actually thought this friendship—“ Tighanri and Cyno flinch at the word.

“—fucking meant something, but I guess not. I don’t care how long you stay in my house..just be gone by the time I come back” your scowl hardened, you turn to walk out the house, fully intent on never speaking to them again after this.

“Wait! Wait—we’ll..uhm..” you’re shocked that Cyno was the one to call you back in, clumsily standing up from your couch and rushing to hold you to his chest. It’s obvious he moved before thinking, because as soon as you look at him with shocked and confused eyes he’s recoiling with a flushed face, clearing his throat, and saying:

“We’ll tell you everything, you can hate us afterward then that’s completely fine..” he trails off, looking to the side to see Tighnari’s reaction. You do too, he’s sitting on your couch, nervously grooming his tail with a look of somber. You sigh and nod, starting to feel nervous yourself.

“Let’s sit at the table, I’ll make tea—"

“It’s fine, I got it.” Tighnari offers, walking into your kitchen before you can even reach it and him. Even though the situation is tense you swear you could feel Tighnari’s smirk as he starts grabbing tea leaves and water. You shake your head and smile, sitting at the table, Cyno sits in the chair next to you, messing with the straps on his pants. He only did this when he knows something horrible is bound to happen, you’ve watched him at work do it multiple times when the situation is looking grim. You place your palm on his hand, picking it up and intertwining your fingers with his, he stiffens and looks up at you with surprised, admiring eyes.

“Relax Cyno, I can never hate you or Tighnari for that matter, no matter how much he can get on my nerves…I was just frustrated and confused. You two were just—just ignoring me and it hurt. I always thought we were friends—”

“—and we are.” Cyno cuts you off and finishes your sentence, his tone was firm but his eyes were soft. His face was never expressive but the smile that graces his face was breathtaking. You giggle, cupping one of his cheeks and running your thumb down his lip, making sure you tug his bottom lip down slightly. You make sure he has space to back away, but he doesn’t, leaning into the touch with an exhausted sigh, eyelids fluttering close. You knew Cyno was touched starved but you never thought it was this bad.

“I’m slightly sad you didn’t invite me to your little cuddling session, teas ready” Tighnari startles the two of you—Cyno hastily pulls away, a look of shame and guilt rushes in his eyes as he stares at Tighnari’s figure, to your confusion—and walks in with a platter. There was tea as well as a few pastries. He placed it on the table, and sits next to you on your other side, making you sit in the middle, Cyno on the left and Tighanri on the right.

“Okay…uhm. How do we start…” Cyno begins, stuttering and biting his tongue, it’s definitely a change from his blunt persona. He’s cut off by a frustrated chirp.

“A few days ago we…slept together, though we both had an extremely obvious crush on you—I like Cyno as well, and I’m sure Cyno feels the same sentiment or we wouldn’t have…yeah. We felt horrible and are avoiding our feelings.” Tighnari calmly states, though you know he’s just as nervous, his tail dropped and ears folded back. His fingers also tremble as he takes a sip of the tea he made.

You blink slowly, taking this information in with a gaped jaw. Cyno places his face in his hands, feeling embarrassed beyond belief. Tighanri shakily grooms his ears—something he does when he’s nervous.

“You probably find us disgusting, we’ll just take our leave—" you stifle a giggle behind your palm, Cyno moves one hand to look at you, and Tighnari whips his head at you as well, both of them wildly surprised. Their reaction just pulls giggles out of you, you try to hide it, to be professional but you couldn’t! This is what they were so worried about? You break, laughing with a hand on your stomach; Cyno takes it as you mocking him, so gets up on wobbly legs and tries to walk out of your house with a lowered head. You stop him, hugging him from behind and snuggling and giggling into his back. He does not attempt to move, waiting till you calm down.

“You guys are idiots..” you murmur, it’s muffled by his shirt but your sure he heard you from the way he tenses. You wrap your arms around his waist, patting his stomach—telling him to come sit back down. Cyno shudders, hands trembling at his sides. You thought you heard him huff when you pull away to sit next to Tighnari, whose facial expression was smug and understanding.

“Have something to tell us, hmm? I guess me and Cyno aren’t the only ones with a little secret” he trills and you roll your eyes, tugging at his ear (making sure not the hurt him) to get him to shut up. He grunts, grabbing your wrist, looking up at you with nearly slitted eyes and huffs. You laugh, twiddling and caressing the sensitive fur at the base of his head, he purrs and leans back. You see him lazily look to the side, pupils dilating (at what you think is Cyno) and he softly smiles, purring even harder.

“No, it seems like you have something to tell me! You two like me but also each other? So after you guys did the dirty—” Tighnari blushes and steps on your foot, but you ignore it and continue.

“—and made it my problem by avoiding me? Man, I thought I was obvious about my crushes, I offered to massage you once, Tighnari! You were quite literally half naked in my house before” Tighanri figured out your feelings after you stopped Cyno from leaving but he still couldn’t help the blush that stormed his face. He watches as you turn your head to Cyno, whose silent (as always) watching the situation unfold while sipping tea.

“And you! I thought you were so observant—you were the only one to figure out I was purposely pairing us up together during work when I definitely don’t have the power to do so—not even the mahamatra figured out yet!” Cyno bites into a cookie, looking at you with a confused stare. He swallows and says:

“So that means you don’t like the both of us?” his nose scrunches, eyes furrowing in disappointment. you swore you felt a thin rope snap in you. You sigh, standing up (Tighnari whines when you stop playing with his ear, but he’s curious to see what happens. So he decided not to nag you) and walking to Cyno. You make him place down his tea, cupping his cheek once more.

“What are you doin—mmmn?!” You kiss him, his mouth is warm from the tea and his lips taste like cookies. He shivers, grasping your arms and he sloppily tries to reciprocate the kiss. He’s inexperienced but it’s cute. The kiss is deep, enough to make Cyno whine when you suck on his tongue. He’s drooling, it rolls down his chin but you don’t mind it. Your hand that was on his cheek guiding him grips his neck, keeping him still as you explore his mouth, even biting his lip. He pants and moans in your mouth, his eyes are clamped shut; he can’t do much but take what you give him, not that he’s complaining.

You pull away to inspect him, his lips are kiss swollen and his eyelids flutter open. His pupils are blown wide, glassy and hazy. As he’s catching his breath, You wipe the spit off his chin and give him a soft kiss.

“I hope that answers your questions for you, cy” you turn to Tighnari, whose looking at you expectantly. You grin, playing innocent like you didn’t just kiss the sense out of Cyno.

“Do you not understand either? Or are you getting it?”

“I’m going to choose the option that gets me a kiss, thank you very much.” Tighnari spreads his legs so you can sit on his lap. You pat Cyno's thighs, breaking him out of his little daze so he can watch. You chuckle, straddling Tighnari’s lap. His pupils are now wide blown, and when you grip his throat the way you did Cyno, it vibrates your hand, he was purring so hard.

“Aren’t you happy today, nari’? Must really want this, huh?”

“Just shut up and kiss me..” and so you do. His kiss is much different from Cyno’s. To your surprise, Tighnari knows how to kiss back so you two lock lips for a while. His fangs tug your lips, pulling them between his teeth before letting go, just like you did with Cyno. He’s got a little fight in him, but you don’t back down, firmly grasping his throat so he gasps, letting out a happy trill. You take advantage of this, taking control of the kiss with ease, making sure you leave him in the same state as Cyno: In a daze.

Once you finish kissing Tighnari you get off his lap, sitting back in your chair to try the tea. It’s still warm, and the scent smells rich. Mixed with the sweet taste of the pastries, it’s heaven. Tighanri was always great with things like these. The two boys stare are you with lidded eyes of disbelief, there’s no way you leave them in such a state like this to only drink tea as if nothing happened! They look at each other, then back at you. Tighnari sighs through his nose and drags his chair closer to the table, Cyno follows quietly.

“You’re not off the hook—”

“Wait, wait—who topped?” You bite into a cupcake, cutting off Tighnari whose trying to mend his pride back.

“What..?” “When you two had sex, who topped? Like, I mean, my bets are on Cyno. You seem like the type to go tease and I bet he snapped and put you in your place!”

“Who says I’m going to tell you, seems like you’re just gonna have to find that out yourself” Tighnari crosses his arm, leaning back in his chair with a knowing expression as he won. You shrug your shoulders and give Cyno an expectant side glance; he clears his throat, opening his mouth before closing it right after.

“If you’re looking for Cyno to say something, he isn’t gonna—”

“I did.” He said quickly, facing the other direction, the tips of his ears shaded red. He sips his tea like he didn’t just rat Tighnari out.

“Cyno! You lummox!”

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!!”

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲!

Tomodachi add-on!: “I just noticed that when I start ranting about things I like I end up making them into…uhm, full blown stories. Man I really gotta stop doing that—anyways, guys! The little Cyno rant I posted got like freaking 100+ notes in like what? 2 days! I felt super motivated and wrote this about a Polyamorous relationship with both Tighnari and Cyno, didn’t expect it to be this long…thank you, friends!”“translated” with love! (≧∀≦)

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

I love this picture for a couple of reasons

for one:

"ladies, is it gay to stare lovingly at your wife?" -Dehya, every hour of every day

and two:

the fact that Kaveh was the one setting the self timer on the kamera but Alhaitham is in the outside position means Alhaitham was canonically saving Kaveh's seat for him. again, very gay behavior.

[kiskisur]

Please, please please, I NEED a fic about a cocky famous male reader 😍

ᝰ.ᐟ I see nobody

warnings: NSFW, male reader, no pronouns mentioned, just "you", top!cyno x bottom!male reader, reader is cocky and famous while cyno is the quiet nerdy type (ikr it's hot), reader cheats on his girlfriend, praise and degradation kink, risky sex(?)

note: y'all ask and I feed fr 🙏🙏🙏 I have one more request so- have this instead!!! once again, I apologize for any mistakes because I'm not good at NSFW :)

You were undeniably famous, but your fame was often accompanied by a reputation for being cocky, rude, and yet incredibly confident. You didn't shy away from expressing your self-assuredness, sometimes coming across as arrogant or dismissive in your interactions. However, your undeniable talents and achievements contributed to your fame, even though your behavior might have rubbed some people the wrong way.

so how did you even get into this position? cyno's hand pinned you against the wall while his cock rammed in the same sweet spot that drove you crazy.

"you know.. for a cocky guy you're quite- ah.. submissive" cyno taunted, chuckling as his smirk widened when your walls clenched around his cock.

"p-please aHh~! l-let me cum!" you pleaded. your head was dizzy from all the orgasm denial as your hand began to travel down to your own cock and stroke it.

With a possessive growl escaping his throat, he swiftly grabbed your wrist, stopping you from touching your own neglected cock. His grip was firm but not painful, a clear signal that your pleasure was solely under his control.

"No, pretty boy," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. "You only get to experience release when I allow it. You are to focus solely on receiving pleasure from me. Do you understand?"

you eagerly nodded, cyno's thrusts became more vigorous, his own need mounting as he held you captive beneath him. He reveled in the way you squirmed and whimpered, your need for release evident in every fiber of your being.

"baby?"

both you and cyno froze when your girlfriend's voice pierced into the pleasure, your eyes widening as you made eye contact with cyno.

but instead of cyno stopping, his voice dropped to a low, husky tone, filled with a sense of smug satisfaction. cyno leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear before continuing his relentless assault.

"stay quiet for me, pretty boy. you don't want your girlfriend seeing you being such a whore yeah?" you shake your head no, wanting to please him in any way before your girlfriend spoke again.

"(name), where are you? you told me to meet up here!" your girlfriend yelled, her voice now full of annoyance and hurt thinking you just tricked her.

your girlfriend's footsteps echoed and grew louder at each passing second, panic and arousal rising in your body as cyno started biting and nibbling on the most visible spots on your neck.

His lips crashed against yours in a desperate, bruising kiss, a passionate hunger radiating from his every touch. cyno's hands began to roam your body, his touch igniting flames of pleasure.

"babe..? what are you doing with cyno?" It seems your girlfriend caught you now.

pt. 2? 🤭🤭

ᝰ.ᐟ nobody, but you.

[bloodwhiterozes]

The stupidest thing ever

[generalsdiary]

why is nari's ancestor kinda...

[ginnungagay]

canon jewellery aside this feels like more clothes than he wears normally tbh

[tomodachikun]

Thinking about whipped!Cyno who makes sure you understand his jokes, just to get a giggle out of you.

whipped!Cyno who hangs his head low when you get close, trying to hide his flushed cheeks, though he’s sure it’s harder to spot because of his dark skin. People around him think he’s angry because of his odd aura and instantly back away, of course, you spot that he’s flustered immediately and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

whipped!Cyno who catches an attitude when you talk to the scribe, Alhaitham, about business affairs. He knows he’s being petty, he knows he shouldn’t get jealous but he can’t help it. His mood instantly gets better when you drag him in some hidden place in the Akademiya and fuck the jealousy right out of him. He walking back to his office with wobbly legs and everyone’s wondering if he fought somebody that day (Alhaitham teases him about it and he swears he blew a fuse.)

whipped!Cyno who cooks you breakfast in the morning every day and asks for a goodbye kiss (or he’s moody for the rest of the day) before leaving to defend justice as sumeru’s Mahamatra.

whipped!Cyno who loves it when you draw things on his chest as he sighs happily and murmurs about his day to you all while laying in bed with him. Please run you hands through his hair too, he’s stressed.

“What’d you do today?” You softly whisper, watching him cling to your side as you ghost your fingers down his toned, scarred chest. He hums, eyelids fluttering closed. You know he heard you, you don’t rush a response out of him either, sitting in comfortable silence till he’s ready.

“There was a bandit camp not to far in the desert—" he stops talking for a moment, moving to rest his head in your shoulder. His head of white fluffy hair sprawls out unevenly, your couldn’t resist combing through it. He sighs in content and the warm breath tickles your neck.

“—I followed them and they led me to the goods that got stolen a few days ago. I got careless, one came from behind me and nicked me with his blades. Nothing too serious.” So that’s where his bandaged side came from. You’re slightly surprised at how they even laid a hand on him, to begin with. But you aren’t worried, Cyno will heal in no time.

“Something distract you today?” You push his bangs away from his eyes, placing chaste kisses on his tense forehead, un-furrowing his eyebrows and setting his wrinkles at ease. He’s silent again, you almost thought he fell asleep from the way his breathing slows down and his face relaxes. You stop caressing his chest; his smaller thin fingers grasp your wrist and places his back on his toned stomach

“You, always.“ His sleepy voice sounds deep and raspy, and his tone is full of love. His eyes stay closed but you know you didn’t need to look at him to confirm anything. You smile fondly and just lay with him, basking in each other’s company.

[dreampearls]

oh god faruzan i forgot about faruzan ans collei Dear god dont talk to me

[saetoru]

hello my little runts here to give u a life update bc i am me and i cannot stfu even if im supposed to be offline and studying </3

ANYWAY second to last final is tomorrow at 11 am and then friday at 7 pm AND THEN IM FREE so pray they go well 🧎🏽‍♀️

AND THEN in nine days i will be on a flight to my cousins wedding isn't that tho sexc of me 😍😍😍 i will be back in a week or two hopefully and then we will be spammed with gojo and geto content be prepared

[pequifics]

By accident, in a slightly awkward situation, Tighnari discovers he can hear Cyno from the desert. After entering a meditative state, and blocking out any distractions from the outside world, Tighnari is able to listen to Cyno masturbate as he thinks about the sex they had that morning. Nari, then, realizes that the meditation amplifies his already sharpened hearing, allowing him to hear his lover talking, singing, fighting, and, maybe, even uttering his last words.

The first chapter of my #CynoNari fic, ‘I hear you’, is out now! 💖 ~

((Commision made by the amazing @/luciferfujin from Instagram! Thank you for giving them life!))

[napstawantstosleep]

oh my god

just trying to figure out how to draw these guys! c:

[gaydogmarriage]

cyno tboy swag off the charts but the hc has been tragically ruined for me by fandom. rest assured tho, i will still make that dog man's gender so sauceful and strange

[honeykaes]

louder and louder

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.”