Im Not Sure What A Brain Rot Is But I Can Totally See Cyno Trying To Hard To Be In Control But He Cant

I’m not sure what a brain rot is but I can totally see cyno trying to hard to be in control but he can’t do anything because the dom girl reader is just to good to him.this man is begging for somthing but she won’t give that easily since he broke his promise of being careful during a mission so he got punished

A brainrot is exactly what you just did! It's basically sharing an idea about a character that you can't stop thinking about. It's usually smut, but I think angst and fluff can count as brainrot too 🩷

Punishing Cyno

Reader: Female // Genre: Smut, Angst

Cw: Vaginal sex, edging, slight angst, blood/injury (mentioned)

I can totally see this as the whole cliche where Cyno doesn't tell Reader that he's leaving for this mission, because he knows she'll want to talk him out of it. So then he'd go without telling her, and he shows up a week later just covered in blood and some injuries that aren't typical for him to return home with.

Then she has to patch him up at home, because Cyno doesn't want to waste time going to a local healer (and he doesn't want anyone else to know that he messed up so bad).

While he's recovering, Reader is very obviously upset with him. She's ignoring his attempts to explain himself, maybe even avoiding him for a few days, except for when she brings him something while he has to rest. Then, of course, all the tension comes to a head in an emotional sex scene.

Reader is riding him, forcing him to lay down against the soft pillows while she sets the pace. Cyno keeps trying to push up onto his elbows, hissing in pain and halting his movements when his cuts and bruises flare up again. Every time this happens, Reader stops moving, settling her ass against his hips and staring him down angrily until he relinquishes. She sits there, cockwarming him until he eventually gives in, quietly pleading for her to "please keep going..."

And she does, but slower this time; gradually bringing them both to the edge at the same time... of course, she may just decide to edge him a few times, to make sure he's definitely learned his lesson. Each time she does this, he'll beg so nicely, even apologising for leaving so secretly in the first place. When Reader decides he's atoned well enough, then she'll show her mercy, finally letting him cum. After all, Cyno is still recovering from his injuries; she can't go too hard on him. Yet.

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oh my lord, thinking abt kaveh who comes home and sees his beloved s/o in his oversized shirt and he suddenly gets so possessive at the sight and just rails you all while youre wearing only his shirt 😩 idk im just head over heels over this pretty man and him being dominant is just muah 👌🏻 ndjwndkskks bonus: i imagine kaveh losing it if it’s alhaitham’s shirt you’re wearing one day instead of his and all hell loose

I will admit rn that I know absolutely nothing about this man, but omggg... he's so gorgeous I can't–

This is longer than I planned but that just shows how much I love this idea. Ty for sharing 🩷

I've never done angst so pls ignore if it's clumsy

Jealous Kaveh

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: angst (he thinks you're cheating), rough/emotional sex, slight choking, slight degradation, it gets resolved I promise

Due to your recent antics, Kaveh is wholly unsurprised by what he finds when walking through the door to his room: you, leaning against the wall in a clearly provocative manner, clad in only a shirt so huge on you that the sleeves almost reach your mid thigh.

Rolling his eyes, but unable to hide the affectionate smile that breaks through, Kaveh makes his way over to you. His hand takes its usual place on your hip, though when he pulls you nearer, he can't help but notice that something feels... off. Different.

The odd feeling settles low in his stomach, making him feel almost nauseous, but he pushes it to the back of his mind quickly. He wouldn't want to push you away, especially not when you're looking this good, and obviously trying to rile him up – again.

Kaveh draws you into a kiss, then. It's slower than usual, passing for overly loving, when in reality, his mind is filing through the new information that has so rudely made itself welcome in his mind.

You smell like Al Haitham; or, more so – he notices as he leans down to kiss your neck – the shirt you're wearing does.

Ah, it all makes sense now.

He'd registered that something was out of place as soon as he'd seen you: the shirt itself was of a similar fashion as his own, so while he didn't immediately recognise it, it was a common enough fit that he wouldn't be surprised to see it in his closet. But, even so, the mischievous smile you'd failed so miserably to hide certainly gave away that you were hiding something.

Kaveh wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was.

With a frustrated groan, Kaveh pushes you against the wall, taking care to cushion the back of your head with his hand. He breaks the kiss then, looking deep into your eyes, and the intensity that swirls in his own makes you almost nervous.

He was angry. But, what made you really realise your mistake with this little prank, was the watery glaze of tears that covered his eyes.

Just as you're about to apologise, reach out your hand to encase his cheek in your loving warmth before the situation gets out of hand, he beats you to it.

His hand shoots up to encase your neck, cutting off your words as he presses his lips to yours once again, messy and unco-ordinated – nothing like the kisses you usually share. The barest hint of pressure against the sides of your throat coax you to gasp against him, grabbing onto his shoulders at the threat. But it's not needed, really. Kaveh can make you light-headed with a single look; so how's it going to be this time, when his control has already unravelled, just barely hanging on by a thread that's ready to snap?

Minutes go by like this. You, pressed to the wall and squirming beneath Kaveh's rough handling; and Kaveh, one hand roaming your body in a hurry, the other pinning your tongue down so that you can't try to explain, collecting your drool before it spills.

Finally having enough, Kaveh grips onto the collar of the shirt that drapes over your body, his hand tensing before it jerks with a quick movement– the offensive fabric falling to the floor in two pieces soon after. As if seeing and feeling it weren't enough, the distinct "Riiipp" that sounded far louder than it should have in your ears was certainly enough to glue you in to what Kaveh had just done.

You'd both be in trouble once Al Haitham found out. But first, you'd have to hope you can get through the wrath of your jealous boyfriend before even starting to worry about that.

Now that you'd separated, you could finally see the full effect of the situation in Kaveh's face and erratic actions. He's keeping you as close to him as possible while also keeping you pressed flat against the wall, the fingers that are coated with your spit coming down to press directly into your exposed hole. As impatient as he's feeling, his movements are still sound and practical, making you feel good and forcing moans from your mouth at how different than usual it all feels.

Even though you feel bad for making him feel this way (you really should have thought this through more beforehand), you can't help but enjoy the roughness of his actions. His fingers move fast and hard, scraping deliciously against your walls as they curl inside of you, coaxing you to open up for him. It leaves you clinging onto him to support your balance, your legs growing shaky from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

But then, it's over far too quickly. Kaveh pulls away before you can reach your peak, hoisting you up until your legs are locked together behind his back. And then, with no other warning, he's pushing into you.

It's instantly overwhelming, the pace he sets from the start a complete 180 from what you're used to with him.

On any other night, you'd describe the sex between you and Kaveh to be making love. Gentle touches and whispered praises, kisses full of passion and reciprocated "I love you"s.

Tonight, he's gripping you hard enough to form bruises, harsh breaths being hissed against your skin, bites of desperation and broken "I love you"s. Except this time, his hand covers your mouth, forcing you to listen as he pours his heart out. Tonight, he's well and truly fucking you.

And it's all because he thinks he's losing you.

As much as you want to take him into your arms and wrap him into a hug so tight that he can't move, so that he has to listen to you as you explain about how stupid you'd been... you know there'd be no getting through to him as he is now.

Of course, if you'd truly wanted him to stop, if he was hurting you rather than sending bursts of white-hot pleasure coursing through your entire being with every rough thrust that smacks against your ass – then he would. As far gone as he is in his own mind, taking out his confusion and anger on you – Kaveh would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Even now, he's looking into your eyes every few moments, a silent check-in to make sure you still want this. To make sure you still want him.

He's high-strung on emotions, nerves running wild and caught up in the pleasure. The truth is, in this situation, the best thing to do is let him work through it however he needs.

...

A while passes like this, his hands glued to your hips, hard cock slamming as deep into you as possible. Eventually, Kaveh's mind finally starts to come back to him, as he takes in the utter mess he's made of you: eyes rolled back, mouth parted around the moans that are punched out of you with every push of his hips, and nails digging into his shoulders and slicing down to his chest when you're jostled too far.

He's slowing down his erratic thrusts then, worried it's too much for you, that he's overdone it. He's about to pull out, ready to take care of you so that you can have a proper conversation once you're both in the right headspace, when he's completely taken back by your response:

You slam yourself back down onto his cock, begging him not to stop and to be rougher.

And only then does Kaveh realise that this was your plan all along.

No longer is he worried about the security of your relationship or the validity of your feelings for him. You were just being a needy little whore, begging for attention and playing on his frustration with his room-mate.

Now, as he picks his thrusts back up to the blinding speed they'd been before, insults and degradation spills from his lips, mixed with the grounding kisses that you'd started to miss. Now, it was the perfect mix of gentle and rough, old and new.

And when the night is over, cum dripping from your hole, Kaveh will pick up the discarded shirt that got you into this mess in the first place, using it as a cloth to wipe up the sticky mess that drips down your thighs.

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im not very sure if you write angst or not? but could you do cyno x fem!reader who had a miscarriage? how would he handle it?

Cyno's S/O has a miscarriage

Character: Cyno // Reader: Female

Genre: Angst // No CW (except for the topic)

It'd take a little while for it to really hit Cyno. I mean, he'd know what had happened, of course, and what it means for the both of you. But he'd struggle to actually work through the utter grief he'd be feeling right after receiving the news. He can't even imagine the amount of pain you're feeling right now, and if he's honest with himself, he's not sure he would want to; because with the way he is right now, he doubts he'd be able to take it.

Cyno's mind would be completely on helping you get comfortable back at home, taking care of anything he thought you needed help with, and just overall keeping you calm during the whole process. Not only does it allow him to know that you're safe and getting stronger, it also helps to give him a distraction. He can only hope he's doing the same for you...

After you're mostly okay, Cyno would need a little bit of time to himself – of course, he'd never leave you for long, especially when you're both so vulnerable. He'd be gone for a few hours at most, just trying to clear his head and set straight all of the thoughts that had gotten muddled up after days of being unable to sort through them. And when he comes home just before the sun starts setting, eyes slightly puffy and tear tracks not completely wiped, all he wants to do is hold you – or even just sit next to you, if you need the space.

After a short while, you'll start to hear his whispered reassurances: "This doesn't change anything between us. We will still be the same people, and we will still be together... but we'll also have something– ...someone to remember." And as much as his quiet rambling does work on you, you can still tell that some of it is what he needs to hear.

At some point, you'll both need to have a very serious conversation about how you want to proceed; ultimately, it's your choice. Cyno isn't going to try and dictate how you should heal, what you should do, or even when things should happen. As long as you're able to get past this, he doesn't care how long it takes before you want to try again, if that is even something you'd want to do.

At the end of the day, all that Cyno needs is for you to be okay.

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Hi how are you? I’m new to tumblr so I hope this isn’t a problem anyway I was thinking if you could do hc or a scenarios with (any genshin character) or traveler separate tho where yn isn’t in best shape(chubby yn lol) so when traveling with them they are behind schedule and the journey doesn’t as planned. Yn might feel insecure or uncomfortable with traveling them next time but (who ever you decide to put) assures them that they are not a problem, and they shouldn’t be ashamed of themselves

haha i hope this is alright, and I wish this see’s in good times :D

Pls send help, I can't tell if this is fluff or angst. Both??

Traveler reassures chubby!reader

Character: Traveler (not specified as Lumine OR Aether)

Reader: Gn, implied chubby

Genre: Fluff, angst // Cw: Slight/implied self doubt, tiny misunderstanding

Tagging along with the Traveler wasn't quite how you'd expected it to be. From what you'd seen and heard, you thought that their commisions would most likely entail a few deliveries, getting some information from people, and maybe an escourt mission here or there. Not fighting all day and climbing mountains and cliffs.

Truthfully, you didn't think it'd be so bad! Even when things started to ramp up a bit, with a hilichurl ambush on the road, you'd been able to hold your own for a little while. But when that "one little ambush" turned to "seeking out every hilichurl camp in the nation"... Well. Safe to say, your stamina wasn't high enough to hold out for hours of fighting, especially when you hadn't been prepared for it in the first place.

So, when the Traveler insisted that they accompany you back home earlier than what was planned, (with at least 4 camps left to clear out) you couldn't help but feel as if you'd let them down. Even though they'd easily shut down your attempts at an apology, you still looked back on the day, thoughts telling you that they'd have been better off on their own.

You'd been so concentrated on your own thoughts, that you hadn't seen the bright smile and little wave that was thrown your way before the Traveler turned, leaving you at your door. Their promise of returning later in the week was muffled to your ears, and you only came to your senses to question what you'd heard a few seconds later, but left it at that, assuming it was just an average "goodbye".

...

Safe to say, when the Traveler showed up at your door a few days later, asking if you'd want to join them for another adventure, you certainly weren't expecting it.

Just like the Traveler and Paimon were equally surprised when you hesitated to answer, compared to how excited you'd been the first time they offered. They shared a look, questioning your different behaviour; but unlike Paimon, who was ready to accept your messily thrown together excuse, the Traveler could tell that you were hiding something. Shooing their flying companion away briefly, they looked at you with an expression softer than you'd seen before, carefully asking why you weren't feeling up to it.

Regardless of how you answer, the Traveler can still tell that now would be a good time for some reassurance.

"If the work was too much for you, you're perfectly welcome to sit on the sidelines! I'm sure Paimon would like some extra help being a cheerleader..." they laugh at the image, the sound quickly fading when they have another thought, "But seriously though, what's most important is your safety. I wouldn't want to drag you along with us if you're not comfortable! After all, company is always the best when spirits are high, and you'd still be an important asset to our team without fighting," They look around then, whispering as if telling a secret, "not that I'd stop you if you ever wanted to join in..."

A few seconds of silence pass, before you burst into a small fit of laughter, not expecting the silly display. The Traveler joins in soon after, easing up after seeing you relinquish the worries you'd been holding.

When Paimon returns, curious about the laughter, you accept their invitation after a few more moments of contemplation. It's not like your lack of fighting would be much different than what they're used to, you rationalise. Paimon doesn't do much more than float around, anyway. You'd be doing more work than her just by walking!

Of course, even their little spiel can't completely dissolve everything you'd gotten worked up about; with time, you'd realise that the Traveler didn't need the help. But they sure did appreciate the friendly atmosphere that you brought along.

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I get really carried away with writing, so everything comes out a lot longer than expected.

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Dialogue (the bane of my existence).

Keeping things short and simple.

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