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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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Hide and Seek

yandere cyno x reader

cw: yandere, mentions of blood

“Found you.”

The sensation of your feet sinking unto the sand with each step back is agonizing, dreadful. The winds that pass by occasionally are but momentary canopy of coarse dust and they only quicken your heart's pace more and more.

“Please, I've already clarified that I've done nothing!”

Among the golds, the violet aura oozing from General Mahamatra's figure and the green of your uniform stick out like sore thumbs. You take another step back — almost tumbling down because of the passed out body of an eremite mercenary — electro crackles from Cyno's weapon dangerously and one look at the scarlet sand has you gulping.

“‘Nothing’? Are you imposing that plagiarism is nothing?”

Thump. You feel the desert sand between your fingers next and for a moment, you wish that you'd sink in it whole instead of facing this humiliation. You catch sight of your hat in the corner of your eye, a ray of sunlight shines on the single gem perched on it reflecting back splattered blood. Your attention is snapped back to the General Mahamatra as you realize that there is scarce distance between you two now. The sharpness of his eyes have not dulled in slight but perhaps by what of your blurry vision, you see his eyes soften, by a fraction.

“How pitiful,”

Your body involuntarily flinches as the General crouches down to your level but one sharp look from him again and you're pinned to your place. He seems to ponder on something by the silence, you vaguely make out various degrees of conflict in his dusk-like irises.

“Hm, how about this ; in exchange for your crimes to remain concealed from the Akademiya, you come with me and pledge your utmost devotion to me and me only?” his hand wipes away a stray tear, his touch burning against your cool skin. In the miscellany of all the events that had passed, when exactly you started crying slips past and the weight of the General Mahamatra's offer hangs heavily in the air.

You're no fool to the catch in his deal and if all your suspicions that had accumulated from months — perhaps even years — prior prove anything, it's that you should not accept it. But on the off chance you don't, you'd be dragged to trial and then be banished from the Akademiya's, even Sumeru's borders ; unable to pursue knowledge for the rest of your mortal life.

Lord Cyno's fingers curl around your face in a tilt, his index finger taps against your skin, brief shocks of electricity passes by ; just strong enough to startle you. There's something so... predator like in his gaze, it taunts you, dares you to refute, reject him.

You feel so so utterly powerless.

Chocking back a sob, you shakily lean unto Cyno's touch, unable to pronounce a response. The General takes that as a yes and jerks your face up, a silent command to meet his gaze. The smile on his face has shivers run down your spine.

Cyno commends incredible restraint against his inner emotions, soaking in every bit of your reactions.

Finally.

Taking the risk of making some.. minor adjustments to your theses was definitely worth it.

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kissesforsatoru · 1 year

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Haiii! I love your blog so much and I'm not sure if this has been requested or not?? Could I request Childe, Cyno and perhaps Ayato with a darling that quickly develops Stockholm Syndrome? QvQ;

Their darling probably tried to escape once, but only midway stopped herself and the moment she notices them, she runs back and apologies repeatedly? Earlier she was mortified with her situation, but now she fully submit. Their darling probably clings onto them sometimes, giving them a form of affection even if this relationship is extremely harmful.

Maybe their darling would even go as far as to defend//protect them if they're given the opportunity to even talk to others and they suspect things.

I hope this isnt a lot!

𓏲 ˖. pairing. . . cyno x reader, childe x reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . darling escapes without realizing they have stockholm syndrome

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, punishments, descriptions of injuries (not graphic)

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . i’m so sorry, but i couldn’t think of a way to do this for ayato so i decided not to include him . i hope that’s okay!

cyno is pissed when he comes home to find you gone, and it takes every ounce of self restraint in him to not flip the fuck out. he breathes slow and heavy as he looks in every possible place you could be, thoroughly making sure that you really aren’t there—and when he comes to the conclusion that you aren’t, he angrily storms out of the house to go look for you. he almost missed you, your frame hidden well behind a crate in front of the house, but he couldn’t have missed the weak cry that left your lips as he stormed by. he was honestly surprised when you tightly grabbed the fabric on his waist, crying as you murmured how sorry you were for trying to escape.

scenario ;

“what the fuck were you thinking?” he practically growled as he bent down to pick you up. you bite your lip and turn away from him, embarrassed by the whole situation, but you still cling to him despite how bad you’re feeling.

“i’m so sorry, please forgive me. i’ll never run away again.” you sob, shoving your face into his chest. cyno doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s angry because of how tightly he’s holding you against him. you’re sure there will be faint bruises where his fingers are later on, but you don’t really mind. you’re just happy to be back with him.

after running away, a group a eremites followed you until they had you cornered. all you could think in the moment was how scared you were, and that you wished cyno was there to protect you, because you knew he would. it made you sick to think about those things—you didn’t want to want him, you didn’t want to depend on him. you were lucky enough that you could run away from the eremites before they could catch you, and subconsciously you found yourself back at cyno’s house. you couldn’t help but cry as you realized the kind of situation your gotten yourself into.

“yeah, you fucking won’t. not after i’m done with you.” your lip quivers at the thought of what he might do to you, but you nestle further into him and try not to think too much about it for now—instead focusing on how warm and comfortable he’s making you feel in his arms.

childe panics when he realizes you’re not in your room anymore, instead probably deep into the snowy woods of snezhnya by now. his first instinct is to massacre all the fatui guards that let you escape, but when he realizes how dangerous it is for you to be out all alone, he quickly abandons the thought for the time being to go find you—and when he does, his heart nearly stops. you’re curled in the snow, breathe shaking and ragged as you shiver uncontrollably from the incessant coldness against your skin. he thought you were dead at first, and you might as well have been. he doesn’t hesitate to take your limp body into his arms, wrapping his fur coat around you tightly before taking you home.

scenario ;

you didn’t expect to wake up surrounded in warmth—really, you didn’t expect to wake up at all. after running away you quickly realized just how bad of an idea it was. you missed the warmth and comfort of childe’s house, as much as you hated to admit it. you desperately wanted to be tucked in his arms again where you were safe from the sharp biting winds and cool pricks of snow—in his arms where you were meant to be.

you did try to go back before he noticed, but you failed to realize just how bad the storm had gotten, and you quickly got lost. it was only so long before you’d collapsed in the snow, wrapping your arms tightly around your shivering body, trying to cling to the last bits of warmth you had left. you could barely feel anything as you passed out, your last thought being how you regretted ever leaving childe’s mansion.

the last thing you’d expected was to wake up wrapped in blankets near a fire, tucked tightly into childe’s side. at best, you thought that childe would’ve thrown you in a cell and kept you there for who knows how long to punish you for running away. but this was an outcome you wouldn’t dare complain about, because this was way better than all the horrible ways you could’ve died or been punished.

you grabbed his thick jacket tightly and nuzzled further into his warm body, the chill from earlier still lingering faintly. biting your lip you mustered up the courage to whisper an apology—one barely audible, but you knew childe heard when he hummed and wrapped another blanket around you.

maybe you’d be punished later, but right now you couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth childe provided you.

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tragedyofdevotion · 2 years

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Everything has changed

You were not afraid Cyno at first.

Although you were not nearly as smart as the genius like Tighnari or Alhaitham, you were around average of your class. You followed all the rules of Academia and never cheated on your academic paper. So, you did not have any reason to be afraid of him, or any other matra. Maybe you should have afraid of them. If you did, you would not have talked to the matra guarding near the walls of Academia library and befriended him, without knowing he was the feared General. If so, you would not have been threatened to marry him nor be here listening to his boring jokes. But you did not know what would happen. You had no way of knowing it. At that time, the boy you knew was, albeit awkward and strange at times, a sweet and kind man. And he looked so happy having you as his friend because he did not have many of them due to his job. It was happy times. Whenever your free times align, you and him would meet up. He would tell you about the mysteries of the world, like the stories of the grand wolf who protect the city of freedom, while you would tell him the daily life of the city, like which shop had the most delicious coffee with the cheapest price.

All of the happiness went up in flames when he arrested your best friend who became emotionally unstable from the training and exiled her outside the safety of the walls. Only then, did you know he was Cyno, the General Mahamatra. And you begged for him to look at the other way just this one time. You promised that if he gave you some time until you finished your thesis, you would take her with you when you go work at the Qixing in Liyue. You wanted him to understand that your friend would not bring harm to any other scholar. But your words became your downfall.

Despite all your begging and crying, your friend was sent to Aaru Village. Starting there, your life was like it fell into the deepest clutches of the Abyss. Without being given a concrete reason, your thesis was denied and your job was also cancelled. After a while, Cyno arrived at the front door of your house and proposed you to marry him. Although you hated him to the bone, you did not dare deny him because he threatened to hurt your little brother at the academy. Unlike you, your little brother was smart and intelligent ever since he was young. He had a long road in front of him. So, you had to protect him even if you had to made a deal with the devil.

You were afraid of him now .

One time, you told him that, and he replied that he was used to being the object of man’s fear. For as smart as he was, he did not realize the striking difference between you and other people who were afraid of him.

Others were afraid of him because they had done misdeed, and him, being a General Mahamatra, would bring punishment to them.

However, you afraid of him because he had done misconduct, but him, being a General Mahamatra, would be punished by no one. No one could bring judgement to the judge.

It was not like he had ever laid a finger on you through. No, during the one year of your mirrage, he had always treated you as if you were a noble of highest ranking, and had never even thought of bringing any physical harm to you. He, instead, threatened your mental strength by hurting your acquaintances. For someone who seemed to value justice as much as he did, Cyno did not think twice about injuring those innocent people. Wait, you remembered he said something along the lines that tainting you was their sin. Maybe he justified all his actions as an attempt of protecting you. How utterly disgusting.

Regardless of the ideology behind it, his way fulfilled its purpose because you eventually gave up trying to escape as you could not bear it anymore. They haunt your dreams, the screams of your friends who helped you, and their soulless eyes after he was done with them. In the first place, even if you did escaped, you could not run from him for long. He was a General of the Matras, the best hunter in Sumeru. Even in the whole Tavyet, there would be few who could compare to him. So, you, a vision less scholar, would have no way to outran him.

So, you tried the same method as him, by hurting his heart. You never talked to him unless absolutely necessary, and tried to be as spiteful as you could when you had to. You never looked at him or much less smiled at him. You might looked like a rebellious teenager but, nonetheless, it worked like magic, since he appeared quite hurt. As an attempt to gain your favor, Cyno started to tell more jokes, at any chance given, but he was hurt once again as you genuinely did not understand the jokes. No one would believe if you told them that the strongest matra in Sumeru was devastated because you did not laughed when he told you a joke.

You loved Cyno at first.

It was love at the first sight, and the reason you went and talked to him. You loved his scarlet eyes which lighted up whenever you laughed at his tasteless joke. You loved his silver hair which shined brightly under the sun. You loved his voice which was always cool and soothing to the ears.

You hated him now.

It was like an illness chaining down your soul without a moment of rest. You hated his scarlet eyes burning with crazed jealousy whenever you did so much as looked at another for a second longer. You hated his silver hair often tainted with the blood of your loved ones. You hated his voice which shouted out worthless rules and orders coldly without an ounce of sympathy.

You hated him now….

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yandere-daydreams · 6 months

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Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

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matcha-dango · 1 year

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Unsafe Escort

Yan!Bodyguard!Cyno x Student!F!Reader [NSFW]

CW : yandere themes / smut / noncon / somnophilia / drugging / power imbalance / oral / gaslighting / dom character x sub reader

Word Count : 2418

As Akademiya students often had to be in dangerous places to conduct their research, some with enough mora hired Eremites to provide them with protection, especially in the desert. You, however, had been assigned to a task that must be performed efficiently within a short time period, if you didn't want to suffer the consequences of the Darshan's wrath. The mission was far too important for the Akademiya, they couldn't take any risks of it failing. Which is why they assigned to you the General Mahamatra, Cyno himself.

During your journey from the gates of the Akademiya to Caravan Ribat, you explained to Cyno the mission, with the academic details he wasn't privy to. Obviously, he knew his job was of the highest importance and what he was supposed to do, but the higher ups didn't think it was necessary to give him the piles of essays needed to fully understand the project.

Cyno when in his 'work mode' might be the scariest but that didn't mean he couldn't relax or simply be nice and polite. In a way, you were his employer and on top of that, you sounded really passionate about your mission. A research project under a Darshan was meant to be heavily impactful, it definitely was an honour to participate in it and be partially credited for contributing, even if it was for a single page.

Nonetheless, this mission was very dangerous. The desert wasn't merciful to those who weren't prepared, blinding sun during the day followed by freezing winds at night. Even if you did get all the required equipment, there still were hoards of hilichurls, giant scorpions but also ill-willed humans, such as Treasure Hoarders and Eremites. Needless to say, no one could survive a trip to the desert alone if they were to be a regular person.

Which is why you were so thankful to Cyno and you did your best to let him know.

After spending the night at Caravan Ribat, you two left with all necessary tools and plenty of food, making sure to absolutely not forget water. You talked about renting a sumptuous beast but eventually decided against it, as you didn't know how long exactly it would take to complete your task once you get to the final destination. Your budget wasn't unlimited so you couldn't take the risk. Plus, getting to King Deshret's Mausoleum wasn't that far away so it wasn't going to take weeks.

Unfortunately, it would take a few days. So while walking through the desert, you observed its golden hues while chatting about your part in the project. Even though Cyno remained quiet most of the time, he still gave you insights and information you were grateful to hear, you had the feeling this could be of great help. He was your senior too, so he knew what the Akademiya expected of your report, quality and amount of eloquently described information wise.

You definitely weren't the first junior Cyno talked to, but he felt pride bloom in his chest whenever you looked at him with such reverence, admiration and respect. To the point that he tried to make the coolest sounding comments.

This meant he also was fighting off the urge to make the lamest (funniest) puns with his whole mind, heart, soul and body. He didn't know if you would laugh at his jokes or if you would lose all respect you had for him. It was certainly a risky 50-50, but he was a gamer. No risks taken, no success arisen.

You were soon arriving at Aaru village to rest. What a relief, your legs were about to seriously hurt after all the walking through sand and dunes. You couldn't wait to have delicious local meals too, you've heard about them from your colleagues who previously ventured out into the sandlands for their own papers.

Candace's welcome was warm and friendly. She was glad to see Cyno again and conversed with him for a while, as you were taking a nice and relaxing bath – still thinking about dinner.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you met up with Cyno to finally have dinner. You were so hungry you had to gulp down water to prevent your stomach from singing, to put it nicely. Being as keen eyed as he was, Cyno couldn't help but find your little trick cute.

Thankfully, Candace promptly arrived with two plates of Aaru Mixed Rice, cooked in her own way, with utmost care.

The smell was divine. You took a spoonful of the dish and peaceful your mind became. The taste was truly deliciously delicate and its warmth made you feel rejuvenated. Yes, being an Akademiya student sucked a lot but not everyone had the privilege of tasting such immaculate food. Your painful legs felt like feathers all the while you were enjoying Candace's cooking.

That too didn't go unnoticed by Cyno. He didn't have to ask you anything to know everything happening to you in this instant. A subtle smile appeared on his face, but he didn't need to hide it as you were just way too focused on cleaning up your plate.

After minutes of epiphany, you two were done. Candace, being an amazing host, suggested tea and freshly made Candied Ajilenakh Nut. You absolutely couldn't refuse the offer, so you finished dining with a tasty dessert. This time, Candace joined you two for a little chat about your trip, since she was finally done with her daily duties. Having finished all drinks and food, you parted ways for the night, as the journey was about to get tougher.

In the morning, you packed up once more and checked everything with Cyno to make sure you didn't leave anything behind. You then bid farewell to Candace, after thanking her profusely for the wonderful stay.

You two kept walking and walking, spending the time chatting about various subjects, until you reached what could be a dead end, if not for the frail looking stairs.

“Do you think we should use the stairs?”

“I don't trust them. You never know if they're up to something.”

…

Was that a joke? The weird realisation made you laugh out loud. And Cyno was relieved, because the awkward silence was about to kill him. It may not be the funniest joke, but the timing was perfect. In reality, he missed an opportunity when in Aaru village, but the stairs were looked after so it would have lost all of its impact.

To hide his satisfied yet shy expression, he took the lead and went up the stairs, using his bodyguard job as an excuse. Thankfully the stairs were sturdier than they looked, you two climbed them without any hurt.

The sun slowly but surely hid behind sand dunes, you had to set camp somewhere safe. Fortunately Cyno knew the area and guided you to a small cave near an oasis. The water was clear and the cave could shield you from the cold and at worst, sandstorms.

After you two unpacked your belongings and set up the tent, Cyno lit a small fire with dead leaves and branches from the Ajilenakh Nut tree growing close to the waterbody. Since he got a bag of tea leaves from Candace, he decided to make you a warm cup of tea. You opened a container with leftovers from yesterday and heated it up. You were so glad that a couple changed their plans and ate at home the previous night.

You felt so safe with Cyno. You couldn't imagine what it would have been like if you were alone or with someone else. He was knowledgeable in many ways and he effortlessly defeated monsters blocking your path. Thinking back didn't make you uneasy, you actually felt pretty relaxed.

“Thank you, Cyno.”

That was sudden and unexpected but he silently acknowledged your feelings with a nod. The journey so far might have been exhausting but it was worth it. It definitely became when you started to feel very sleepy.

You excused yourself and hazardously reached your bedding, before completely passing out, still in your clothes. Cyno hurried to you, to make sure you weren’t hurt in your fall, heart pounding against his chest. His hands travelled all over your body but you didn’t react in any way, as planned. That tea worked like magic.

Back in Aaru village, while you were bathing, Cyno convinced an elderly woman to sell him the mixture by telling her his girlfriend struggled to sleep well so she needed some folk medicine, since Akademiya approved ones had close to no effects whatsoever. Obviously, everything was a lie but who could possibly dare to question the General Mahamatra on his intentions ?

Smirking to himself, he managed to calm himself down. There was no need to rush. No way you would wake up any time soon, he used the triple amount in your cup. No one could save you either.

He could have his way with you, however he wanted. The sight of you under him with such a peaceful look on your face made him feel almost guilty, you were just too cute. But that cuteness was exactly what pushed him to make you his in the first place.

He kneeled over your body, hands gently removing your clothes, relishing in the moment. One by one, each of your garments were out of the way, your panties being the only fabric protecting you. His eyes still on your exposed body, he removed his own clothing, leaving his underwear for last. The fun could finally start.

Cyno reached down to softly kiss your lips, while his left hand crept up to your breast and started kneading it. He chuckled when he felt your nipple harden and your breathing accelerate. He loved how pliant your body was just for him.

Cyno straightened his back without stopping his movements on your chest and palmed his growing erection. He could just get over with and fuck you right now, but tonight could also be his one and only chance so he decided to be more patient.

He released your breast and slowly took your panties off, bringing them up to his nose and smelling your arousal. It smelled so divine, you must taste divinely as well. Cyno eagerly parted your legs and lowered himself to your core. Your glistening pussy all exposed to his eyes only was a marvellous view.

Cyno’s tongue leisurely lapped up all around, covering you with his spit. After gathering enough of your slick and getting an appetiser, he started vigorously sucking on your growing clit. The cave was filled up with slurping sounds and your unsuppressed moans.

He felt your entrance clench around nothing. It would be a shame if he didn’t listen to your body, so he easily slid a finger inside of you, pacing it back and forth while applying pressure in various spots in the search of your most favourite.

And skilled as he is, your walls clenching strongly on his digit told him he found it. So he inserted one more finger and kept up the pace, preparing you for his large member.

Once he removed his hand and saw how drenched it was, he asserted your pussy was ready for his cock. He readjusted your legs in a way that would allow deeper penetration and positioned his tip on your entrance. Cyno dragged himself through your fold using your abundant juices as lube. Repositioning himself once more, he languidly forced his throbbing cock inside your seeping hole – the sensation so good a choked moan escaped his mouth.

As soon as he felt your cervix, he stopped his motion and slowly exhaled, looking at you softly panting in your deep slumber. You looked so cute yet unaware of his cock balls deep inside of your tight little pussy. His hips started moving, yet his eyes kept taking in all your expressions of pleasure.

He felt your pussy loosen up a bit, your body signalling him you were ready for more. Cyno paid very close attention to you, thus his thrusts turned animalistic with more craving and more fervour in each push inside. Your tits were bouncing up and down in rhythm and his grip under your knees could bruise you if he wasn’t careful.

Even though you were still very much unconscious, your pussy was talking for you and Cyno listened to every word. He knew you were getting close and he wanted you to cum on his cock, so his right hand released your legs and slid between your bodies to reach your throbbing clit to massage it. This was so effective you almost instantly clenched down on him so hard he thought he was about to get crushed.

Cyno considerably slowed down to elongate your orgasm and ride it off. He thought about cumming inside of you so you would have come together but he had a better idea.

When he felt you come down from your immense high, he pulled out of you. He truly made a beautiful mess out of you. But he wasn’t done yet. He crawled over to your mouth and pried it open with his slicked up fingers. Cyno pumped himself a few times against your tongue and released his seed within your warm mouth.

After catching his breath, Cyno fixed his outfit and proceeded to clean you thoroughly, so you wouldn’t suspect a thing the next day. It only took him a few minutes to put you back into almost the same state as you were before your defilement. As soon as the adrenaline left his body, Cyno noticed how exhausted he was but he didn't forget about his bodyguard duties. He walked outside to check the surroundings, before going back in and retiring for the night.

The next day, you woke up feeling sore and noticed a bitter taste in your mouth. When you tried to get up and look for Cyno, he came into your view with a cup of tea – only tea, this time. He noticed your displeased expression and immediately told you he attempted to brush your teeth last night but he couldn’t, because you didn’t let him open your mouth. Oh well, if he said so. The sun was already high up, you guessed you must have slept in. Strangely enough, you didn’t feel too energised.

Still, you felt extremely lucky Cyno was there to guard you the whole time, or something unfortunate could have happened.

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Sagau but the reader gets reallyangry evry time when someone insults sucrose,venti,nahida and fischil...... so the former sages of academia are now seeing the reader riding on azdaha screaming how they will wrath of the rock, or anyone who badmouths sucrose and fischil feels like reader screaming that they will sufere while zhongli and ei holds them back, but when someone try to insult reader.......reader just gets bored and gose to sleep and acolaytes have wtf face

When Someone Insults Sucrose, Venti, & Nahida... Vs When Someone Insults Reader

Anon, you know for a fact things are about to go down when Reader hears the insults directed at these characters. For all we know—if reader wasn't be held back they probably would actually murder some people.

OH, and this one's going to be VERY LONG, so be prepared! This was also the reason why I had to get rid of Fischl—that and it was also because my motivation decided to die on me—

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC, (perhaps) Mentions of Violence, & Quest Spoilers!)

Sucrose

The moment she gets insulted for how shy and unusual her experiments were, you can literally tell her confidence breaking. You can see it in the way her ears began to droop more and how she starts fumbling with her stuff.

And, you treasure Sucrose A LOT. What are you going to do, sit there on the side lines? NOT do anything?

"Hey, you lot!" You march up to the insulters out of your hiding place. "What do you think you're doing, insulting one of my acolytes?"

This gets the gossipers to shut up immediately. They are shivering as they hear your voice, flaring with anger and hatred to the bone.

"Y-Your Grace! We were just...uhm—just...commenting! Yes, just commenting on, uh—"

"Shut up. This. INSTANT!" Your voice rings out through the street of Mondstadt. Sucrose's eyes were wide as she sees you, the Almighty Creator, stand up for her. "DO THIS AGAIN, AND I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT OUT, YOU HEAR ME?"

Yeah, the gossipers are getting absolute PSTD from this. They are never recovering from this incident. Sucrose, upon hearing the threat, quickly runs up to you, to hold you back from actually hurting them.

Yes, you were raising your fists. Who wouldn't want to punch them? They were acting ignorant!

"P-please, Your Grace! Let's not get violent!" Sucrose tries to persuade you from not doing anything murderous—she doesn't want to have to report to the Knights of Favonius that the Creator themself has committed first-degree murder on the streets right before her eyes.

You sigh, relenting. You won't do it if Sucrose won't like it, but if anyone asked you, they absolutely deserved losing their vocal cords.

"Fine." You turn back to the gossipers, who were cowering on the table they were at. "You both, get out of here. If this happens again, I will do what I threatened to do. Or worse."

That's what gets the moving. After several panicked confirmations ("Yes, Your Grace!" "Understood, Your Grace!" "This won't happen again, Your Grace!"), they leave.

But if you were the one that got insulted? Sucrose would be so horrified of the audacity of these people! How could they say such things about the Creator?

She would be even more horrified to realize that you were there, hearing it all. So, instead of telling off the gossipers, she runs up to you to make sure you were okay. Your feelings matter more than those idiots!

"Your Grace, are you okay? I'm so sorry for what they're saying! Please know that they're not true!" She would say gently, and Sucrose would be ultimately surprised to see you actually pretty chill about the entire incident.

"Hm? Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?—Oh, are you talking about those people over there?" You point at the gossipers, still insulting and calling you names. "Yeah, they're actually pretty amusing."

Shookth. That's what Sucrose's expression is. Absolute shock. You would expect someone like the Almighty Creator to be enraged or upset by this kind of behavior from your own people, but no, you're just sitting there, at a table near the Good Hunter, listening to some dudes piling up random trash on the table like it's some Live Soap Opera.

"U-uhm, pardon me, Your Grace...but are you not affected by what they're saying?" Sucrose can't help but be puzzled at your reaction. It's not exactly...what people would expect, you know?

"Nope, none. Anyways, I'm feeling up for a mushroom pizza—wanna come join me? It'll be on me~"

Sucrose blushes, her mind going frantic. Pizza, with the CREATOR THEMSELF?! But, if the creator wants her to join, she can't refuse!

"O-of course, Your Grace!"

"Alright then. SARA! YOU MIND IF YOU MAKE US A MUSHROOM PIZZA, PLEASE?" The moment you shout from your table, the gossipers turned pale. They look over at you and Sucrose.

That was the next gossip going on throughout the streets for the next few weeks. And you found that entire episode even more amusing.

Venti

This guy is honestly pretty used to insults, so hearing one of his own people call him names and insulting his skills as a bard, he just ignores them and goes on with his day.

However, today was different. He was inside the tavern when you stormed to the table where the insults were being piled up on.

"Ahem." Just by the sound of your voice, you can see the dudes trembling. You were that much of a scary character when you wanted to be. "What is the meaning of this?"

"A-ah! Your Grace, we were just placing opinions on a certain bard's skill in their music—"

"And how does insulting the bard himself have to do anything with their music taste?" you ask, voice ringing with anger. The bad mouthers were turning pale just by the tone you were using. If emotions could kill, your glare would have them drop dead in a heartbeat. Venti found that a little amusing, honestly.

"U-uhm, Your Grace, we can explain!" one of them quickly exclaims, trying to save their own skins. You glare down at them, not even budging in expression or movement.

"Perhaps I should call StormTerror and have your discarded bodies thrown into the ocean." Ayo, hold up! Venti nearly sweats his pants off. The Creator calling in his dear friend, Dvalin, just to kill like, 3 people that were badmouthing him?

As much as he wanted to see his buddy again, he does not like the situation as to why he was even here in Mondstadt again. And besides, these three were still children of Mondstadt! It's better if he steps in and saves them all.

"Yahoo! Your Grace!~ Come join me with for a lovely glass of wine!" He uses his cheekiness to get your attention, knowing the favoritism he'll get over the trio in their little corner.

You sigh. You were so close of letting loose your rage on these idiots, but alas, having fun with Venti outweighed dealing with smack talkers.

So, despite your urge to continue to scream bloody murder from the skies above, you joined Venti at his usual spot in front of the bartender. Venti can only smile as he manages to defuse the situation without making a bigger scene.

"So, Your Grace~ Care to hear this bard's next ballad dedicated to the Almighty Creator themself?" Purely distracts you before you can think more about the frustrating topic.

But when Venti hears someone smack talking about the Creator? Oh, it's really about to go down. Someone was really asking for a death wish. He can suddenly sympathize how much anger you could've felt when you heard other talking crap about him.

Until he sees you, chilling in the corner, listening in on the crap and looking like you would fall asleep at any given time. Venti was puzzled—has the Creator heard insults such as these before? He had to know.

So, disregarding the stupid and semi-drunk idiots, he runs up to you. The moment you see him, you were suddenly very much awake.

"Your Grace! I apologize for what those morons are saying—please, allow this humble bard to deal with them—" You wave him off, telling him to not bother. You tell him that it was actually pretty amusing, and sometimes really good background noise to help you sleep.

Now this dude is even more confused. How could insults be good background noise? How could the Creator themself be using that as a source to doze off to dreamland? It didn't make sense, but he suppose it'll be better for himself if he just left the question alone, never to be answered.

"Well, anyways, I'm up for a walk—you wanna come with?" Venti grins at the request. Spending time with the Creator? Of course he would join! He can brag about it all to the old block head in Liyue and the grumpy royal in Inazuma.

"Ehe, lead the way, Your Grace!" He says it loud enough to have the gossipers freeze and look over. They watch as you both leave the tavern to go on a walk.

Mission accomplished! Venti can live with that kind of revenge on the plate. It served them right to be scared.

Nahida

Okay, to make it more convenient for myself, let's have this take place before the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata was erased from Irmunsil. The traveler has managed to save Nahida from the sanctuary of Surasthana, and now we're basically at the part where Cyno meets Azar face to face.

You, quite literally, begged Cyno to let you join him—you were sick and tired of that old man that proclaimed himself to be he Grand Sage anyways.

Even without all the begging, Cyno would've let you follow him anyways. If Azar didn't think that the Dendro Archon could ever lay judgement on him, then let the Almighty Creator reign justice on him themself.

The moment you step into the sanctuary, however, you felt your blood boil. You remember playing through this darn quest and listened to all the crap this son of a dirt bag threw at the wholesome bean that is the Dendro Archon.

You knew what would happen, since you played through the entire quest. For some reason, Teyvat hasn't gone through this change, but you knew. In the end, Nahida was too merciful to the sages. And, let's be honest, who wouldn't want to throw a darn punch at this guy?

You let Cyno do most of the talking with Azar, enjoying how he was looking uneasy as you silently glared at him from the shadows. You can tell Nahida saw you, her eyes wide with awe and shock.

The moment Cyno slams down his polearm, you took it as your cue to come out of your hiding spot.

"And if you think you're leaving this place unharmed, you better think twice! I will claw off that smug face of yours if you think you would get away insulting that precious child!" You point at Nahida to make your statement very clear of who said-child was, in case Azar was stupid enough to think it was someone else.

The moment the (ex)Grand Sage saw you, you can see the literal fear dawning his very figure and eyes. Cyno had to hold you back with an arm on your shoulder because you were looking wayy too murderous than he thought you would be.

"Your Grace, please calm down!" As much as she hates what the sages and the Fatui did to the people of Sumeru, she didn't exactly want Azar dead.

Nahida is smart enough to speculate that if she interfered, maybe Cyno would be able to do his job for both she and the Almighty Creator before things escalate too quickly by Their Grace's divine hand.

As much as she loves you standing up to her, she really doesn't want things to get too bloody than it needs to be.

You glare at Azar one more time. Fine, if you can't have this son of a crap dead as a corpse, you would take some satisfaction in driving fear into him.

"You do this again, little old man, and I'll make sure you actually lose all that self-pride you have and oh-so cherish. Got it?" Even with confirmation, you wouldn't let this guy off the hook. You were that enraged with him.

But at least Nahida was out of her cage, so that's all that mattered.

"Don't worry, Your Grace! I won't let others do this again to me, I promise!" She reassures you that she will not have anyone trample all over her again, and you just couldn't help yourself but smile gently down at her. You know very well she wouldn't.

Alright, post-sumeru archon quest, Nahida is pretty much free to roam wherever she wants. She's pretty happy, until she hears a group of people huddling together talking bad about the Almighty Creator...

At first, she was surprised. Then she got upset and a little angry. Why would her people speak so ill of the Creator?

She literally nearly breaks when she sees you chilling at a different table at Puspa Cafe. She ran up to you, surprisingly, undetected by almost everyone she ran past.

You notice Nahida approaching, and welcome her with a warm smile and a wave, but dies away when she sees the sadness on her face.

"Your Grace! Please forgive my people for talking such false things about you!" She would exclaim, her eyes close to watering tears. While she doesn't like what she hears about you, she doesn't want her people hurt for such things they say.

"Oh—that's what you were concerned about?" you said, dumbly. You look over at the table that were still gossiping about you. "Nah, don't worry, Nahida—they're actually pretty funny."

That immediately gets Nahida spiraling down in confusion. Huh? How could such hurtful things be funny? Was the Almighty Creator very used to this kind of thing, or was it simply because they truly did find it amusing somehow?

"I'm sorry, Your Grace...but I don't really get what you mean." You shrug it off, telling her that's just how you roll. Besides, this was like a free, live time drama show! They were that amusing.

"Say, since we're sitting here in Puspa Cafe, how 'bout I treat you to some Padisarah Pudding and Candied Ajilenakh Nuts? It's all on me!" Yeah, you're pretty okay with spoiling Nahida with treats. Besides, cute bean was sad—you wanted to cheer her up!

When she agrees, you shout, "BOSS! MIND IF YOU GET ME TWO PADISARAH PUDDINGS AND A PLATE OF AJILENAKH NUTS?" And, much like what happened with Sucrose and the pizza, the gossipers freeze, turn pale, and look over.

They become even paler when they see the Dendro Archon herself sitting with the Almighty Creator, casually talking about random things.

"Your Grace, did you really fall from the sky as a shooting star to our world?" You and Nahida would continue talking about your origins and how you brought Teyvat to life from the storybook version, not knowing that the bad mouthers were having a existential crisis at their table.

AND THAT'S IT! I'M SORRY FISCHL, BUT I AM VERY TIRED—

I hope you guys enjoyed it though! See you around! :)

Ghost Rebel Side Note: This was WAYY longer than I thought it would be, holy cow- but at least it turned out okay? :') Boy, I am so tired lol- this took far too much energy than I thought it would. My motivation legit started plummeting when I got to Nahida—You can legit tell I had to reuse the cafe/restaurant scene from Sucrose into hers because my brain just died on me- But I do hope you guys still liked it! Especially you, Anon! I hope it was up to your standards :)

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mayullla · 3 months

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Hi! Can I request cyno 🍁+🦋 please?

Title: Friendship Chocolates

Character(s): Cyno (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, stalking, unrequited pining, jealousy, Cyno watching you sleep, soft yandere Cyno, 1k words

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Is... is this for me?" Cyno asked, staring at the chocolates in front of him. An open bag of chocolates was in his hand, which he had opened when you placed it in his hands, telling him that it was for him.

"Yes, it is for you, silly," you laughed at his surprised face, blinking at it as if he expected it to just vanish from his hand. "I made them with Lisa, actually. Me and her wanted to try making chocolates ourselves, and it was surprisingly easy. We made a ton of them, and I am planning to pass them to all our friends." You looked away, listing names in your head that you wanted to give, not seeing Cyno's reaction as he froze for just a moment.

He was quiet for a moment, and you assumed that he was listening when he cut you off. "They... they are good." You looked at him, about to complain that he cut you off, but when you saw his face looking at the chocolate with a little bit of surprise and fondness, you could not help but smile a little. The chocolates were bite-size, some were just chocolate while others were chocolate-coated nuts and berries. You also got a few biscuits (not enough time to make them from scratch) and coated them with it.

"I am glad you like them," you told him, thinking to yourself that you should have given him a bit more if he liked them this much. "If you want more, just tell me, alright? Me and Lisa made milk chocolate and dark chocolate versions, so drop by my place if you want to grab some more." Telling Cyno that you were going to head out, you said a quick goodbye and left him to himself as he looked at the chocolates.

You had been a little bit worried, to be honest, that the chocolate would have melted under the sun and made sure to pack them well in your bag with an ice pack to keep it somewhat cool. Layla had been kind enough to make a small ice shield on your back to keep the heat out when you met her.

As the sun went down, you finally reached your home, placing your now empty bag of chocolate down. What was left was your study books in another section, while you had already gotten rid of the watered-down ice pack in the middle of the day. Stretching as you thought about the day, quite happy with the reactions your friends gave you when you gave them the chocolates. You felt happy to give, and while none of them were romantic, you wanted to give your friends a little something for the day.

It was fun making the chocolate with Lisa from scratch. Stretching and yawning, tired from the day, you started to get ready for dinner after doing a bit of house organizing and cleaning. After that, you were ready for bed. Tired, darkness quickly took you away into a deep sleep, unknown to you, someone was standing and guarding your house on top of a tree branch.

Cyno watched you sleep, even from far away, he felt as if he was so close to you. So close that he could hear your breathing and watch as your chest moved up and down, slowly breathing as if indicating your sleep. Unlike you, who found today to be relatively nice, Cyno had mixed feelings towards today. He still could feel his heart beating in his chest when you gave him those chocolates.

For a moment, he thought that you were confessing to him, admitting that you loved him just as much as he loved you. Yet those thoughts were quickly dashed when you mentioned that you were giving chocolate to all your friends. He felt heartbroken and almost betrayed, but then he fell in love with you again when he saw how excited you were as you chatted about making the chocolate with Lisa. In his eyes, you were lovely... so lovely.

He quickly headed to Lisa when you left, demanding to know why she didn't tell him that you and she were making chocolates. "I can't invite a boy all of a sudden when it's a girls' time, don't you think so?" Lisa teased him, laughing when she heard about what happened between you and Cyno. "That girl is so cute, having the famed Cyno wrapped around her finger yet none the wiser. How many could do that? Probably only enough to count on one hand."

Lisa laughed again as she watched Cyno huff in annoyance. "You are also quite adorable, so in love to the point that you would follow her wherever she goes. I heard that you beat up those men who tried to hit on her a few days ago. Does she know about it?"

"I wonder how she would react if she found out what you are really like. That matter is rather tame compared to the other things that you have done. Be careful, dear, with that little obsession you have there. Only one misstep and it's over for your cute little relationship."

Cyno knew that. He had known for a long time that he was so in love with you to the point of insanity. He wanted to protect you, he wanted to hold you. He craved your touch and his hand on yours. There were days when he just could not bear it and wanted nothing more than to take you away for himself.

The many things that he was willing to do just for you... there were already too many that he did. Too many to count. He was willing to do anything for you, willing to do anything to protect you. All the dark thoughts, he hid them, and all the gruesome things he had done just for you, he hid everything.

He loved you so much that he would do anything.

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bedoballoons · 11 months

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Genshin Men Headcannons:

~Yanderes after they've captured you~

(Includes: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Cyno, Scaramouche, Childe, Albedo, and Zhongli!)

Honestly might make this a series...so Part 1??

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Kaveh:

Kaveh kneeled down infront of you, his fingers gently lifting up your chin as your eyes slowly fluttered open. The room was bright, burning your retinas as you tried to grasp where exactly you were. "Sorry my methods of bringing you here were so...cruel. I truthfully racked my brain for other solutions but I was getting impatient." His voice seemed silky sweet like always, but something was still...amiss.

You tried to speak, ask what was going on but your mouth was dry and your words only got caught up in your throat making you cough. As you became more aware...the tight robes binding your hands behind your back made themselves known...you were trapped, tied down. Panick started to build, your eyes filled with worry and your heart rate picking up.

He noticed this a small smile forming as he leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, "Don't worry darling, I only plan to love you with all I can, no harm will be done to you. I only did this because...I wanted to make sure no one else could have you...that we could be...alone~"

Alhaitham:

Your head felt heavy, the room almost spinning as you attempted to look up at the person leaning against the wall in front of you. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting of the room, just barely visible in the shadows was... Alhaitham? "W-what.." Your voice sounded hoarse and it hurt to speak like someone had poured acid down your throat.

His movements were slow, like a predator stalking his prey...as he pushed himself away from the wall, walking towards you, a evil glint in his teal green eyes. "You're awake...good. I was starting to worry I had given you to much of the sedative..." His hand went up and for a second you thought he was going to hit you, making you flinch.

However he simply touched your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, it stung slightly and your realized you must have some type of scratch in that exact spot. He tilted his head as if examining you before quietly speaking his thoughts, "Not even a blemish on your skin could take away from your beauty...I've clearly made the right choice in...taking you."

Wanderer:

Your body felt tired, sore like you had run a marathon and although you seemed to be on a comfy bed...you couldn't move. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the ceiling, the only thing you could currently see. You shifted, attempting to free yourself from whatever was keeping you down but had no luck.

From somewhere in the room you heard a door open, and before you could speak someone was leaning over you, his face mere inches from yours. Now you could see who your captor was..."W-wanderer? What...where...W-why?" You stuttered, your heart filled dread as the situation became clear to you.

He leaned in closer his lips touching yours in a soft kiss, his forehead against yours as he spoke, "I couldn't...I couldn't stop thinking about you, every day...every second...you...plague my thoughts and then one day...I see you chatting. Smiling at someone else...and I snap. I want to be the only one to cause that perfect smile. So I brought you here...to a safe place~"

Xiao:

Your heart was racing, Xiaos spear was against your throat and his face though covered with a mask was so close to your own. You were scared, never had he cornered you like this and for the life of you, you couldn't understand why he would. "X-xiao? What's going on?? W-what did I do?!"

His spear turned slightly, the edge of it sharp enough to slice your neck open, his hand holding your shirt tightly so you couldn't run as his mask fades away revealing his face, his piercing yellow eyes staring into yours with a crazy look you'd never seen before. His voice deeper than normal and his face slightly pink, "In all my years of living...I've never felt this way about someone. You're...you're the love of my life...please...I'll do anything for you..."

Kazuha:

The wind blew softly making you shiver from the cold, the trees around you shaking softly as their leaves fell all around you. The scenery would have been beautiful on any other occasion, but with your arms tied uncomfortably around a tree, your face pressed against the bark, you couldn't take pleasure in your surroundings.

Suddenly you felt a weight press against your back, hot breath on your neck as a familiar voice whispered in your ear, "It's a beautiful place isn't it? I thought you'd enjoy it. The breeze has always whispered of you...and I finally decided to listen. I'm so lucky...to finally have you...can I keep you...forever~"

Heizou:

You shivered, the room felt so cold...dark and lonely, you couldn't see anything...the only thing sticking out to you was a subtle scent of sakuras. You moved your hands hearing the rattle of the handcuffs that kept you in place...how long had you been here...you weren't sure...you weren't even sure where here was.

Lights flicked on, making you jump, your eyes seemingly burning at the sudden brightness, "Good morning my love. Don't worry... you're not being investigated for a crime...I just wanted somewhere more private for us. A place I could share my true feelings for you. This investigation room just happened to be the only place I could find on such short notice." A voice spoke, you knew it well and you could barely believe what he was saying.

"Heizou..." Your voice sounded weak, and you silently cursed yourself for the desperation in your words. He didn't answer instead he sat down across from you, his lust filled eyes trained on you. He rested his head in one of his hands, almost like he was daydreaming as he looked at you.

You both sat in silence for a moment till he eventually spoke again, "Sorry sorry. I got caught up in my thoughts. I've been doing that so often...getting lost in thoughts of you...your sweet smile, your cute laugh...the way you get nervous in large crowds...I notice it all. I can't help it...I tried so hard to hide these feeling away...but I love you and there's no denying it. Now with you here...you will always be mine. No one. Can have you."

Venti:

The anemo archons eyes were on you, his smile bright and happy as he softly hummed. You couldn't move...it was like you were under some type of trance that made your body no longer under your control...every muscle not responding as you attempted to run...to get away.

He paused, gently placing a cecilia behind your ear, "I know...it's probably uncomfortable not being able to move...but I didn't want to take the chance of you running away. It's not permanent and I hope...that I won't have to use it again. I promise...I don't want to hurt you...I just don't want anyone else around you...I want to sing and dance...to love you."

Cyno:

You frantically looked around the room, your eyes darting to every possible light source before finally landing on a pair of glowing red eyes. You froze, sheer terror filling your being as you stared at them...unable to look away in case they might come closer. Your body was shaking, you'd never been so afraid in your entire life and for a second you wondered if this would be your end.

The ruby eyes disappeared into the shadows and you broke from your trance, sprinting in the direction your legs decided to take you. You could barely see and your heart was racing as you tried to runaway from whatever had put you there. Suddenly you heard the pitter patter of someone chasing behind you, making you speed up, but it didn't matter as the person behind you lunged forward taking you down.

You hit the ground harshly wanting to scream but getting cut off in surprise when the person who gave chase pulled you into a tight embrace...almost lovingly? Their arms wrapped around you tightly...but not to the point it hurt...who was this? "Who...are you...?"

"...your protector."

Scaramouche:

"How...how did I fall for a filthy worm like you...I can't believe I've succumbed to such human emotions as love!" Scaramouche shouted, pulling you out of your dazed state and back into reality. You didn't actually have the chance to respond as you were harshly pulled against him his face centimeters from yours. He looked angry, his eyes full of hatred...and yet deep in them there was also love...was this...a nightmare?

"You can't...you can't ever leave me. I won't let you. I won't let anyone take you..." He's cheeks were red...wether it was because he was flustered or angry you couldn't tell...all you knew was his words...he meant them. You'd never be able to get away...

Childe:

You looked at the person on top of you...your hands pinned above your head and your back flush against the floor. Usually Childe would have let you up by now, complimenting your form and then continuing to spar till you eventually gave up, wanting food. What was he doing? "Childe? You win...I've been tackled for 10 seconds...how about we get something to eat? I'll pay since you had more downs this time?"

He didn't answer...he seemed out of it, before you could ask what was up his eyes refocused themselves on you...flicking down to your lips for a split second. He leaned down studying your expression as it changed to one of panick, he spoke quietly, his voice sounding menacing, "I've won...but I think I want my prize to be something other than food. I think...I want you as my prize... comrade."

Albedo:

Your eyes fluttered open and you couldn't help but quietly gasp. The room you were in...it was goregous...right out of a picture, the walls were white with paintings of different places in Teyvat and small windows with white curtains that flowed softly in the gentle breeze. The furniture seemed expensive and yet still comfy...it even smelled nice.

You sat up from the couch you had been laying on, realising you had no idea where you were...how did you get here last you remembered you were chatting with the head of alchemy..., "Oh you're awake, apologies I was getting another canvas."

Your eyes shot up landing on Albedo who was a few feet away from you, standing in the archway you hadn't noticed before. You could now clearly see the easel set up there...where he had been...painting you? "Albedo...what...what is going on? Where am I?"

He set the white canvas down, walking towards you and kneeling in front of you. "You're in my home...honestly I've been wanting to bring you here for...some time. As for what's going on.." He didn't finish his sentence, his hand gently grabbing yours and intertwining your fingers with his own. "I simply want you...with me.."

Zhongli:

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The geo archon stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he swirled his tea with one hand. "You do have a unmatched beauty...one even the night sky would be envious of. Truthfully I normally wouldn't get involved in relationships...I wouldn't entrap someone for personal gain...but I felt I had no other choice. The envy I felt as I watched you interact with nothing but mere humans...had become to much for even me to handle. So I brought you here...to my own personal abode..."

You struggled to think of what to respond...but in the presence of a god...would anything you could have said actually have made a difference...

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imagine if yanderes cyno and tighnari darlings actually managed to escape them and took the kids with them 😩🤯 they manage to evade them for at least a couple days maybe even weeks...i imagine tighnari and cyno are not at all happy when they are found

these asks should be related, so answer them together!! i actually like the concept of running away and getting caught together🤭 in this content you can be Tighnari or Cyno's wife, it's up to you! 💕

TW: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, escape, punishment, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship, spanking, aphrodisiac

Since Tighnari and Cyno are close enough to call their relationship siblings, they must have introduced their partners to each other. Of course you two know each other. You wanna run away with the other huh? Think twice, okay?

For the little housewife at Tighnari's house, now, for your daily life, take care of the fox babies and cook mushroom soup every day, clean and be bred by that man, teach Collei to read new storybooks and grammar. Tighnari always have a desire to reproduce, and it's not uncommon to push you next to a tree and put his swollen cock into your smooth walls. He loves your shyness and panic when you hold down your moans. And, after some Forest Rangers laugh and tell you to get some rest because of your accusations against their Chief Officer, you've stopped thinking that meeting more people might be a chance to be saved. Even when Tighnari tells you that two guests are coming and asks you to prepare, you just nod obediently.

For Cyno's wife, maybe you are a student of Akademiya, or just an ordinary citizen, but it doesn't matter, you don't even know why you are locked up at home by General Mahamatra. Cyno's home is filled with TCG products and some daily necessities, furniture and food. He's not the type to take care of himself. You start taking care of his life whether you like it or not - heating him up some food, cleaning the house and fighting him (in TCG). He also keeps telling you some bad jokes. He's actually kind and gentle, and what you dread are the nights he breeds you - he wants babies and wants you to fully accept the seeds. "Cy-Cyno…!! STOP!!" You gripped the sheets, toes curling as he pressed against your sensitive private parts. Pregnancy is inevitable. Now your babies can run happily in Sumeru city and house.

Cyno occasionally talks to you about his close friend named Tighnari and a little sister named Collei, and takes you and the children to the forest. Gradually, visits became more frequent. You greet each other, the babies are close playmates and friends, and the house fills with the sound of them running across the floor, introducing each other's toys. You ask each other for help one day when your husband isn't there, only to find that they are both equally horrible - why can they do these things? With someone in a similar situation, some hope is kindled in you. You secretly discuss the escape. Well, this is the City of Wisdom, so discuss it in some sensible way, okay? Don't show them any traces. The two of you exchange some codes to discuss and plan your escape route.

One day, the two of you escaped together. The conclusion of the discussion is that you absolutely cannot stay in Sumeru - one of them is in the forest and the other is in the desert, one can arrest and interrogate anyone and the other manages the rainforest area. Fontaine, Liyue, Mondstadt…you can go to any country, but you can't stay here. You run away with the babies, of course. You can't bear to leave them behind. They are scared about the journey, cuddling in your arms, asking questions like "Where are we going?", "Why doesn't papa come with us?" You reassure them, pat them on the back.

The silent and dark rainforest seems to be able to swallow the people inside. You explore according to your memory and experience, you feel wet and real under your feet, and you breathe the smell of freedom mixed with soil, and you can see the moonlight shining brightly when you look up. Occasionally, stepping on a branch and waking a sleeping squirrel makes you hear your own heart beating. The two of you meet up at the appointed place, thankful that each other was not caught by your husband.

Tighnari and Cyno were annoyed at the disappearance of the two of you - and honestly, it kind of pissed them off. You're running away now, and even taking the babies on your little adventure? Really? What kind of mother would run away from home with her babies? What is even more unacceptable is that no letter was left trying to explain your actions. At first, they thought about the danger or accident you might encounter, but all the clues showed that this was your planned escape. Cyno decided to chase you himself. Tighnari knows the details of the woods' rivers, trees, and routes, but the signs are that you have fled to the desert. He's sure it was his wife's suggestion, because you know he hates desert temperatures.

When you have fled to the desert, the orders for the Sumeru border checks have arrived. "This- this is our portrait…?" Finding some of your portraits posted in Caravan Ribat and Aaru Village really makes your stomach sink. Did they have to go this far? After a simple disguise, you temporarily stayed at the inn. You should not stay long as some of the inn staff scan you with confusion and suspicion. In desert areas, you can hire some mercenaries. Knowing that everyone has secrets, they don't ask too many reasons, they just need to send you to the border of Sumeru. And that takes days. Sand and wind all over the sky, the camel rides you forward. During the journey, you turn your head in worry, afraid that General Mahamatra will appear at the end of the desert on the other side.

Think about it - how hopeless is it when you get caught after an adventure and are only a short distance away from reaching other countries? There are still traps in the desert - what's even more unexpected is seeing those familiar fox ears before passing out. And those boots that belonged to him slowly walked in front of you. On the other hand, the one caught by Cyno was not so lucky. There is no way to fall asleep. He looks intimidating. You stammer and explain that you were taken by someone else, try to make up some excuse, but he tells you to shut up or you'll just make things worse. Once you taste the menace and seriousness in his tone, you start sobbing. People around you are looking at you curiously, wondering what you did to get you caught by General Mahamatra. He didn't talk to you much along the way, giving you the silent treatment.

Punishment - You thought you could get away with it after all that happened? Cyno thinks you are just taking advantage of his trust and tenderness in you. When you get home, he forces you to strip to check you for any wounds. You are awkwardly unable to cover your own private parts, feeling weak and small in front of him. Next, Cyno pulls you onto his lap and gives you a long spanking. This time your crying has no effect on his punishment. He puts a bracelet on your wrist - Akademiya's invention for locating and tracking people's location. As for Tighnari's punishment, you had to drink all the aphrodisiac mushroom soup. Your lips are quivering, your nipples are hard, and between your legs is dripping and aching, waiting for your husband to come home. He also used a whole week of bedtime spanking to remind you of the existence of the ruler and paddle at home.

If you thought that Tighnari and Cyno would never allow the two of you to meet again, you were wrong. When the two of you meet, they know it's almost like a humiliation, a reminder of that failed escape. "Stop thinking about your little adventures. Go to the kitchen and bake some cookies when you have time." Tighnari even spoke like this, in a teasing tone. See the way Tighnari's wife sits uncomfortably in the chair? Cyno has been gentle enough to you. He wants you to understand this.

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fancyfeathers · 4 months

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Yandere Kaveh/Alhaitham & Yandere Cyno/Tighnari (Normalized AU)

Imagine you and your best friend came to Sumeru to become scholars. You two have worked so hard to get here and you finally have made it, you two became friends with the other scholars there. You lived together in a small house in the city, leaving every so often for trips to visit ruins or other sites and meetings, and of course these do not go unnoticed

During one of your trip to study ancient architecture you meet an architect, Kaveh. He became friends with you quickly and after that trip you two went out on friend dates, lunches to discuss your latest projects, and afterward he would go home and talk the ear off of his roommate, Alhaitham. Alhaitham would get so annoyed at some point about hearing Kaveh go on and on about you. Then one day he meets you, you’re returning blueprints Kaveh left at your home when he visited and finally Alhaitham understood what Kaveh saw in you, sensible, kind, funny…

Meanwhile your friend went off to study Sumeru’s wildlife to compare it to your homeland’s nature. But while she was taking a photo with the camera from Fontaine she got, her foot slips on the branch she was standing on and the last thing she remembers is falling from the tall tree branch. She wakes up with someone bandaging her wounds from the fall. Cyno had found her unconscious on the forest floor when he was tracking down a rogue scholar so he brought her to the nearest person who could tend to her wounds, Tighnari. She had broken quite a few bones in the fall, so she wouldn’t be going anywhere for the time being. Tighnari would nurse her back to health and Cyno would visit her as she recovered but they never told her roommate and when she writes a letter later on and gives it to Cyno give to her friend he never actually told her he would deliver it…

After weeks of your friend going missing and not having her half of the rent you don’t know what to do, that’s when Kaveh comes to your rescue, you can stay with him and Alhaitham since your roommate shows no sign of returning. You had been avoiding them recently since uncomfortable topics and behavior have come up with them, being rude to your friends, Kaveh’s hugs being to tight and lasting to long, Alhaitham not letting you go off on research trips on your own saying that you could get hurt. But now you aren’t in a position to refuse so you accept and move in, but when the lock clicks in place after Kaveh closes the door is when you sealed your fate.

Meanwhile your friend had recovered and was ready to go back to the city, but when she arrived she saw your shared house abandoned, all your belongings thrown to the curb by your landlord with them saying you left weeks ago and no one has seen you since. Her heart breaks as she tries to gather the broken scraps of her belongings, tears streaming down her face. She has no where else to go, but hey Cyno and Tighnari are here to listen, and keep her safe, keeping her safe in a forest she doesn’t know how to navigate out of. She safe, loved, and the perfect darling, just like you to the sweet Kaveh and the strict Alhaitham

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interloved · 1 year

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BABY, LOVE! Part Two.

↳ feat. scaramouche, aether, itto, cyno.

description box; the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love?

warnings; heavy nsfw warning ❗️ , XIAO IS ZHONGLI’S BROTHER, light yandere, mentions of obsession, perverts, professor/tutor x student relationship, smut, corruption kink, mentions of cheating and persuasion, toxicity, voyeurism, slight infantuation

READ PART ONE HERE: part 01.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ scaramouche!

YOUR LAW PROFESSOR.

professor!scaramouche, who’d do anything to keep your stupid friend away from you. they’re taking up too much of your time — does this mean you won’t pay attention to him anymore, hm? does this mean you like them more than him?

professor!scaramouche, who likes to hold his hand in front of your mouth when he’s fucking you from behind in his office again to keep you quiet… since you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut, someone has to do it for you, right?

professor!scaramouche, who loves filling you up to the rim and likes to abuse all of your holes so he gets to see you fucked out of your mind. he thinks that’s the state you’re the prettiest in — doing nothing, just laying in front of him with your bare body, just being pretty. but he’d never admit that to you.

professor!scaramouche, who makes you sit in his class with a vibrator in you, and who purposely turns it to its highest level right in the middle of class and picks you to answer his question… he just loves seeing you struggle to answer without straight up moaning his name.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to see you beg for release, for him to touch you, who loves to tease you and give you minimum effort only to pound into you later without warning. oh, the noises you make… it’s just music to his ears.

professor!scaramouche, who loves to pull your hair when you’re sucking him off under his desk while he works on his papers… sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, he’ll even pat your head.

professor!scaramouche, who enjoys seeing you on your knees or on all fours just for him so much he even takes pictures of you. of course, you always urge him to delete them, but he kisses you so feverishly addictively you already forget. little do you know, it’s a strategy scaramouche has developed to keep your mind off of things.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to blindfold you while you’re on his bed on your fours, who likes to lick your inner thighs until they shake and cum is dripping out of you, who likes to pound into you from behind as he pulls back your hair roughly.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to leave marks and love bites everywhere on your body, especially your neck.

professor!scaramouche, who makes you cockwarm him after breeding you thoroughly and even lets you bite his shoulder sometimes when it gets too hard for you.

professor!scaramouche, who likes spanking your arse when you’ve been a bad girl… for some reason, he always manages to find a “mistake” you have to be punished for. just when did you make a mistake? but you can’t remember after it, because when the punishment is over, all you can remember is ecstasy, pleasure and euphoria.

professor!scaramouche, who’s surprisingly good at aftercare and always makes sure you get a hot bath… or maybe it’s because he has ulterior motives, because somehow he always ends up in the shower with you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your back leaned against the cold glass door as he once again begins to abuse your holes…

professor!scaramouche, who dislikes quickies but makes an exception for you… after all, if he doesn’t get to see you for a week, he needs to fuck his fist while looking at your bare body pictures, and honestly, your throat feels so much better than his hand.

professor!scaramouche, who has you blabbering and drooling after he fucks you, and who likes to record you being your fucked out, fucked stupid state, in which you’re honestly just a mess. he likes to see you blush furiously and bury your head in his shoulder after showing you his records… aw, such a cute, little girlfriend he’s got. he knows he’s lucky, although he’d never confess to thinking that.

professor!scaramouche, who’s never tell you how much he loves his cute, little girlfriend… just be by his side, hm? and don’t ever talk to other boys or he might do something that he shouldn’t even think about. just stay close to him forever and don’t leave him — ever — and he’ll treat you like a princess. and that’s what you want, isn’t it?

“shhh, keep quiet. we wouldn’t your little friends to find out who you’ve been ditching them for, hm?”

“ngh… please… n-need you…”

“yeah, you do, don’t you? can’t do anything without me, hm? oh, you dumb, little thing…”

“s-scaramouche, hah, please, please, please—”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. keep your eyes open. you don’t know how adorable you look right now—fuck. just keep looking at me like that for me, yeah?”

“ngh, ah, ah! y-you think i’m adorable?”

“shut up or i’ll make you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ aether!

YOUR MUSIC TUTOR.

tutor!aether who’s so goddamn bashful around you. it’s so cute!

tutor!aether, who blushes around you every time you attend your music tutoring sessions, who shoes away skittishly from your touch and whose eyes dart away nervously whenever you look at him.

tutor!aether, who’s never ever talked to girls, and whose heart suddenly starts to beat louder and faster than ever, who is suddenly becoming bashful and blush-y.

tutor!aether, whom you had to seduce with effort—someone that respectful and polite would have never had such filthy and lewd thoughts about you, but it seems like you’ve corrupted this sweet, pure, innocent boy after working your irresistible charm on him…

tutor!aether, whom you’ve kissed once and in whose head nothing but that kiss circles around… and barbatos, he even answered a question incorrectly — how embarrassing!

tutor!aether, who whines when you wrap your pretty, rosy lips around his cock, who furrows his eyebrows and throws his head back and begins to groan like he’s a man in pain, because you just take him so well, he just can’t help himself…

tutor!aether, who can’t believe he’s got himself such a beautiful girlfriend — one that’s willing to suck him off anytime if he just asks for it politely, one who lets him stuff his face in her tits, one who lets him use your pretty cunny as a cum-dump… seriously, he must have saved a kingdom in his past life to deserve all this affection, attention and love.

tutor!aether, who lets you ride him into oblivion, and you’re so happy about him shutting his eyes — he’s so pretty, with his hands wrapped around your waist so tightly, with his hands wandering down gently to your thighs as he kneads them softly, with his breathy moans, and unless you encourage him to he louder for you, he’ll always be quiet… but if you torture him with pleasure and lust long enough, he’ll begin screaming your name…

“s-stop teasin’ me… please, i can’t take it anymore,”

“aw, you’re so needy, hm?”

“y-yes, hah, ngh, so please just touch me, please, please, please…”

“and why would you deserve that?”

“‘cause, ‘cause i’ve been a good boy for you, i’ve been a good boy, didn’t i? please! please, just—i can’t go on any longer, hah!”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ itto!

YOUR P. E. tutor.

tutor!itto, who got assigned to you because you’re excelling in all subjects but one — physical education. but who needs that anyway? isn’t it just stupid to get a tutor for one meaningless volleyball game that you’ll get graded on? it’s not like your gpa will drop that much just because of sports.

tutor!itto, whose smiley face drops more than regularly — he secretly adored and despises the way you’re so unathletic, because how the hell can you be so cute but also, how is it possible for you to make his head ache all the time?!

tutor!itto, who genuinely doesn’t get how you can hate sport that much. it’s not like it’s hard to do, is it? you’re just lazy!

tutor!itto, who at first tried really, really, really hard to keep your relationship professional and all just business, but just couldn’t help himself — how can he, when you’re bending down to pick up a ball like a siren drawing him to the water, when you’re squeezing your boobs together while playing volleyball because you need to prepare for that very important exam, or when you… no, wait a second, he’s not supposed to think about you like that! oh, but your lips… no, no! bad thoughts! but at the same time, your cute, little—no!

tutor!itto, who has to actively remind himself that he’s your tutor, your friend at most, and nothing beyond or more than that. but you really are delicious to look at, your body fascinates him, and so do you. he’s never met someone quite as… passionately hateful towards sports. not only that, but you’re hilarious too! it’s like he’s met his match regarding sarcasm and wit.

tutor!itto, whose dreams have been infected and corrupted by you—and not in the rainbow and sunshine way, more like… in the intimate way.

tutor!itto, who dreams of you being tied up beneath him, all helpless and clueless as you can’t do anything but be his cumdump and little fuck toy to use <3

tutor!itto, who dreams about fucking a baby into you, until your stomach’s all swollen up while your belly is carrying his little kid, until your boobs grow bigger because of pregnancy, and oh Lord, he hopes so, so, so much he’ll knock you up someday and tie you to him forever.

tutor!itto, whose fingers are “correcting your position” while he’s filthily kneading your ass and grazing your boobs like there’s no tomorrow. but you won’t notice, your mind is completely set into the belief that itto wants no harm—he’s just a little bit touchy, isn’t he? he’s just correcting your position, it’s not like he’s being a pervert!

tutor!itto, who teaches you how to give a man a good blowjob—this is a way for you to reward him for all his hard work, so it’s not like you mind, right? just a little favour, that’s all it is. nothing more.

tutor!itto, who has you gagging on his cock in the gymnastics room, behind all the mattresses, as he watches your half-lidded eyes and your dazed gaze, as his cock is sliding in and out of your mouth, while you kiss his angry tip and massage his cock.

tutor!itto, who makes sure to shove his cock down your throat and fuck you so often you’ll become so used to the size of him that you won’t have any problem handling him anymore; who makes sure you know what you are when he’s fucking you—which is nothing other than his dumb, sweet, little cum dump and his adorable, cute slut. that’s all you’re good for, aren’t you? such an endearing, tiny thing you are.

“yeah… take it… all in, all in… come on, i know you can do it. i taught you better than this, didn’t i? hahhh… just like that, go slow, go slow. mhmmm, such a good job you’re doing… good girl. i taught you well. aw, i really wanna take a picture of you, you look so cute right now… wish you could see how fucked out you look right now.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cyno.

YOUR POLITICS AND PSYCHOLOGY PROFESSOR.

professor!cyno, who’s just so tired of all his work he needs his little, favourite top student to take all this stress of his mind… beneath him, under the table, using your hands to jerk him off.

professor!cyno, who, when he’s feeling generous, fucks you in the chemistry lab next to his politics and business classroom… no one ever uses that chemistry lab anymore, anyway, and he simply can’t wait to put his cock into you. why wait when he can do it right here?

professor!cyno, who knows you’re uncomfortable with his overly possessive and a little bit obsessive behaviour sometimes—his eyes would follow you everywhere attentively, and he knows absolutely everything about you, how you like your coffee, how many rings there are on your slender, little fingers, how many fingers you need in your pussy to coax the prettiest moan out of you, how much edging you can take, how you like his fingers rearranging your insides… he knows everything about you, even the things you don’t know about yourself. and sometimes, he’d let it show accidentally—and those are the times you’d get scared a little, but he’d somehow always manage to wrap you back around his little finger with some charming words and a little persuasion… he’s not a politics and psychology professor for nothing, is he?

professor!cyno, who’ll follow you home, stalk everything you’re doing in his free time, and who you’re talking to. and if he is displeased with your choice of friends, he’ll somehow manage to get into your head and corrupt your naive, innocent mind into not talking to them anymore. after all, he’s only looking out for you because he cares so much about you and doesn’t want you to get hurt… you trust him, don’t you? after all, he’s your professor. he’s so much older and wiser and knows much more about the cruelties of the world than you do, so why won’t you just nod your pretty head off to anything he says and just trust him and agree with everything he tells you to do, hm? you’re a good girl for him, aren’t you, or will you disobey him? you don’t want to displease him, oh no, no, no!!

professor!cyno, who warps everything around when you ask him why he always seems to know so incredibly much about you. he knew which friend you visited last night? you sent him a picture of you and your friends drinking, didn’t you remember? he knew where you were last night? only because you told him briefly the day before, did you already forget? he knew that you bought a new tv with your best friends? well, he comes visiting you a lot, doesn’t he?

professor!cyno, who will use anything and anyone to make you stay with him. even when you think he’s being slightly creepy by being so possessive and obsessive, you’re staying with him, because somehow he’s tricked your mind into thinking that all that psychotic obsession with you is nothing but true, heart-felt and genuine care!

professor!cyno, who rewards every order of his that you obey with sticking your fingers into your lovely pussy. he just loves having you sit on his lap at his penthouse, with your back leaned back on his shoulders and your back arched in pleasure as he’s whispering filthy and dirty words into your ear, as he’s marking your neck from behind, as your frail arms are holding onto his strong, unmoving biceps as he’s working his fingers into you patiently.

professor!cyno, who knows your body in and out. he knows exactly how to angle his cock to make it hit your sweet spot, the one that makes you cry tears of pleasure, the one that makes you scream his name, the one that makes you scratch his back and pull his hair, act all feral and drives you crazy, the one that makes you see literal stars, the one that makes his cock form a pretty bulge on your flawless tummy, he knows exactly how to place his lips on your pussy to make butterflies emerge in your stomach, he knows exactly how to coax and get another orgasm out of you with mere words and some pleading nibbles on your ear. he knows absolutely everything about you, and in those moments, you absolutely love that.

“s-sir! ah, ah, ah, ah… mmm, right there, p-please—oh! oh, oh, hah… more, more… need more! want your babies, oh my god, i love you, i love you, i love you…”

“aw, doll, you love me? didn’t you say it was slightly creepy how i knew where you lived yesterday? hm? what was all that about, huh?”

“ah! oh, oh, oh… ngh, didn’t know… all my fault, ‘s all my fault, ‘m sorry, s-sir, ‘m sorry… ah, ah, ah, ah—f-fuck, please be more gentle, i can’t—hah, i, ngh…”

“oh, now you’re sorry? you really hurt my feelings, you know that, doll? all i do is care about you and this is how you treat me?”

“won’t ever… hah… won’t ever doubt you again, sir, ‘m sorry… please, please, i need you to hit that spot… hurts if you don’t, please, i need you..”

“… fine, fine. you’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?”

“h-hah, c-cyno! ah, ah, ah… can’t hold it back—‘m gonna…”

“cum? alright. cum for me, doll… atta girl… yeah, that’s right, good girl… all this just for me, hm?”

“yes, yes… just for you…”

authors note; omfg i was so busy guys AHHHH. sorry for leaving you like this!! i’m including tighnari, venti, ayato and a xiao bonus in the next part, so hang in there, guys! should i add the newer characters too? like baizhu, kevah, alhaithaim and all the others?

(and yeah, i know it’s not as much as in part one, but i really was busy and struggled to get this done alone 😭😭 sorry!! i’ll make it up to you guys, promise!!)

tell me in the replies or the request box!! (also, give me new writing prompts in my inbox please 😭😭 i need that inspo!!)

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yandere-wishes · 3 months

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Not me trying to write a resume while simultaneously writing romance for unhinged fictional men…🤣🤣

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yandere-daydreams · 10 days

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tw - implied non/con, mentions of physical/psychological abuse, obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, and kidnapping.

Alhaitham is strict.

He's a man of science. He believes that obedience is something that has to be trained, not taught, and that the only way to properly train any thinking, breathing creature is through the continuous and uniform use of punishment to discourage undesired behavior and with-holding of reward until desired behavior is not only seen, but repeated. His rules are firm and unchanging, and when he catches you, say, hoarding mora underneath a lose floorboard or trying to mail a letter of poorly coded pleas for help to a former peer, he feels no guilt as he wrestles you over his knee and delivers a strike for each spare coin he found in your little collection, each word you wasted on someone other than your loving caretaker. He values your intelligence, and that's why he knows you can live up to his suffocating, but not particularly high expectations. He's strict, but really, it's for your own good.

Kaveh is soft.

As soft as crushed velvet and flower petals and down-stuffed pillows. As soft as crumpled silk and grass on a warm day and his heart, whenever you thread your fingers through his and ask so prettily for him to let you go. His greatest in the world is to make you happy, and it pains him to know that, so long as he continues to be so selfish with your affection, you won't be. He'd do anything for you - bring you gems and flowers from each distant corner of the world, dedicate himself entirely to your every whim and desire, carve his own heart from his chest and lay it at your feet - but he knows you truly want is out of his reach. Kaveh is soft - soft enough that, no matter how much it hurts him to see you suffering, he knows the pain of letting you go would destroy him entirely.

Cyno is sweet.

Even if he will admit to taking a certain amount of satisfaction bringing the cruel blade of justice down on those who've earned it most, he's not a sadist, and you've done little in your life to deserve anyone's cruelty. When he does have to hurt you, it's done with remorse, and when he has no reason to, he does not often pretend he has any desire to find one. His affection is silent, but sickeningly apparent. It's expressed through rose blossoms left on your bedside table, trinkets that made him think of you tucked into the pockets of your clothes, the phantom of his lips against your neck - never quite making contact but never drifting away, either. He holds you when you cry, despite being the reason for your distress, and when you beg him for space, he never seems to go very far. He's sweet, even if the tenderness of his love is lost on you.

Tighnari is subtle.

He knows who he is. He knows how he feels about you. He knows that, if he were to chain you up in his hut and do every terrible thing he's imagined, it'd be less than a full hour until you were liberated from his loving embrace and his head was liberated from his shoulders. He has to be more careful than that, more discrete, even if it means spending the better part of one of his few days off piecing together a mix of herbs and serums tasteless enough to be slipped into water and strong enough to ensure you won't wake up the first time he drives his fangs into your skin. Even his more daring moments are limited to a hand ghosted over the small of your back, a strange insistence that he should be the one to look after you when your strange, unnamable illness resurfaces and you inevitably need a professional's time and care. He's subtle - so much so that even you won't know just much he's willing to do to love you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #yandere kaveh #kaveh x reader #yandere cyno #cyno x reader #yandere tighnari #tighnari x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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there was almost nothing that got under cyno’s skin more than seeing you laugh at the jokes of others.

he has always considered himself a rational person, as is necessary for someone in his position. he never hesitated when cowering academics promised him untold riches and profound knowledge if only he were to turn a blind eye to their breach in conduct. nor did he feel swayed by their tears, stuttered apologies, and passionate appeals. this professional air wasn't limited to his work as the general mahamatra. it followed him everywhere, bleeding his interactions with others.

so why was it that such an inconsequential little detail like you finding amusement in another disturbs him?

no one is ever able to tell he's gloomy in the days that follow, but that doesn't make it any better; he knows he is and that's punishment enough. so he goes and carries out his business, his steps feeling a bit heavier than normal, as if the sand beneath his feet was desperate to swallow him up. the long walks in between hunting down those who violated the rules established by the akademiya were accompanied by the howling wind and remembrance of your laughter. that no matter how hard he tried, had never be directed at him specifically. he'd used all his best material and everything. how someone he respected as much as he did you found value in such squabble is beyond him.

that's when he arrives at a game-changing epiphany.

perhaps the issue isn't that you don't appreciate the joke, but that you can't. he must be getting so caught up in providing quality delivery that he doesn't put all his cards on the table. while he has offered brief explanations in the past upon seeing your forced chuckles, that wasn't enough. he needs to get far more in-depth. walk you through the punchline from multiple perspectives with an extensive backstory for each element, down to why he chose each word. only then would you appreciate his ingenuity and grace him with the sweet laughter he knows can come from your lips.

on his way back to sumeru city, he resolves himself to sit you down for hours if need be. he will get what he wants, no matter how hefty the time investment is.

#please run whenever you see this man approaching you he's a menace #cyno x reader #yandere cyno x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #concepts

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harmonysanreads · 10 months

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I've been thinking...

Since the Sumeru Hexagon Darling has traveled around Teyvat to learn more, that would mean they became acquainted with quite a few people, right?

So how would the boys react if an old friend, let's say Diluc, pays a visits?

I imagine the Darling became friends with Diluc while on their travels. They highly respect Diluc since he's the owner of Mondstadt's winery so he has quite the knowledge in business. We could say he's a mentor of sorts for them.

Not even Wanderer can mess with Diluc if he doesn't want to upset Darling.

Hmmm yes yes. It's funny because, initially when I was brainrotting the au I saw Diluc as a somewhat past love interest to Reader? But since they decided to return home very abruptly, his feelings would be left unrequited. However, in light of the recent event, I'm imagining Diluc as a more mentor/older brother figure (as you said) to Reader instead. In the mentioned scenario, while there is still drama, it's mostly passive-aggressive so, no injuries for anyone to deal with.

It wasn't necessarily easy to get on that ground with him but it was so worth it. Let's say, Mondstadt was the very first nation you decided to travel to. Lacking in both experience and expertise, it's expected that you'd stumbled quite a lot in the beginning. But thanks to a number of kind individuals, you made it through and Diluc just so happens to be at the front of that tier. From the history and ways of brewing wine, to the methods of handling drunkards, Diluc has surprised even himself with the extent of his care towards you.

It's in Diluc's nature to be protective of what he's fond of but it's different from the boys'. He, without a doubt, respects your independence and really just wishes the best. It just so happens that after some pestering, you managed to enter a partnership in the business and hence, his annual visits. The first thought that came to the boys was the same as everytime someone earns more than your politeness : is this a new rival? But they're soon proven wrong, very wrong.

It's almost comical how tame everyone becomes in Diluc's presence, if not for the Winery owner's, then definitely to remain in your good graces. Wanderer is a little less than half salty when he hears all the things Diluc has done for you (what? he could've done those too!) and half calm because he isn't another one of your suitors (good for him). He's pretty chill, for once. Tighnari and Kaveh actually get along with Diluc and he made sure to thoroughly interrogate Kaveh because his feelings are more obvious than everyone else. But, there's some weird tension when it comes to Alhaitham and Cyno. Overall, Diluc's big brother instincts disapprove of everyone but, ultimately, after a deep deep deep sigh, he tells you that, ultimately it's your choice.

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wishluc · 1 year

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✧ CW: yandere character, stalking

You'd never have guessed that General Mahamatra Cyno was such an avid fan of Genius Invokation TCG.

It came as a huge shock when you, waiting for an opponent to duel with, heard the all-too-familiar voice addressing you.

"May I join you for a game?"

That day, Puspa Café was bustling with patrons, as per usual. Still, you had managed to find yourself a seat on a secluded table by the corner, where you could comfortably wait for someone to join you. Despite being somewhat new to the game, you had quickly grown to love Genius Invokation TCG, and were now a regular customer here.

You watch, with wide eyes, as Cyno stands by your table with an expectant look. Immediately shaken out of your trance, you nod and, with bated breath, stare at him again as he takes a seat across you.

"Excuse me," Cyno says, before surveying your cards, picking up one to look at the back. It doesn't seem to bother him that you've not given him a single response yet.

"General M—"

"Cyno the Adventurer," he smoothly interjects, closely inspecting your card back, "I hope that you won't let my position waver your interest in my duel, but if it helps, you can just think of me as someone else. So while I'm here, please refer to me as such. You had this commissioned in Liyue, yes?"

"Yes..." you're not sure how he knew, but maybe Cyno was familiar with the artist's works, "But, adventurer...?"

He nods, "and you are...a poet traveling to find inspiration."

"A poet," you echo weakly, confusion heavy in your voice, "yes..."

"Before we begin, I'd like to give you some tips. You'd be better off using an artifact card than this weapon card. Also, the synergy between these cards won't be as good as these, and..."

Was this just a characteristic of a professional player? You're not sure how he managed to identify your go-to cards and analyze your usual strategy so quickly, but it didn't appear too strange that someone like Cyno was so quick to identify the flaws in your gameplay.

The duel itself was undeniably exciting. Cyno had cards you hadn't seen yet, cards, he told you, that were exclusive to Mondstadt. Even his card back was done by a famous illustrator based in Mondstadt. You were almost envious of his cards. However, when Cyno unsurprisingly won, he only frowned. Your mind raced for explanations. Was he disappointed in your play? Did he think you were holding back in fear of upsetting him? It would be awful if he had a bad impression of you just from a card game, and though he didn't strike you as someone to hold such views, you couldn't help but be cautious.

"Another game?"

After a considerable amount of time had passed, and three more games had ended with varying results, Cyno was finally ready to retire.

He clears his throat, "next week," he declares, "I'll be here again. Will you be available for another game?"

You mentally ran through your schedule. Next week...you didn't have anything planned as of yet. Regardless, how were you going to turn down a personal invitation from the General Mahamatra himself?

"No," you tell him, "then, I'll see you...?"

Cyno hums, looking deep in thought.

"Next week, I'll be the ex-leader of an Eremite camp. A fugitive seeking to reform his old ways. And you can be..." he trails off, instead giving you a gentle command, "surprise me."

You don't know what to think of him, really. He was a lot more eccentric than you had heard, but for the most part, he was...harmless. Ultimately, like the other players in the café, Cyno was just here to have fun. While you mull over the possibilities on your way home, you fail to realize a card from your deck had gone missing. It was one of the weapon cards that Cyno himself had advised you against using, and at the time, you hadn't noticed anything, so overwhelmed as you were by his presence, but he had pocketed it for himself. It would soon find itself a new home inside Cyno's own case, not that you would ever know.

It was only a small token taken to commemorate your first official meeting. Next time, Cyno was hoping to get his hands on a much better prize.

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