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qi. qi. I know you see my poly posts, so I need your thoughts on tighnari and cyno. especially top tighnari (bc that's my preference) and bottom cyno. I wanna make out with him while tighnari watches until he can't restrain himself and joins us.

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꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! AMAB! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Cyno x Dom! Top! Tighnari, no gendered terms for reader, Tighnari Cyno reader polycule realness, threesome (reader and Tighnari spitroast Cyno), sex toy (used on Cyno), blowjobs (reader receiving from Cyno), edging (Cyno receiving), reader is a lil mean, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: HIIIII ANDI! Thank you for waiting RAHHH this one took a while to write ;;; Hope you enjoy it hehe! I dropped a lil cameo for you somewhere, think of it as a kiss from me to you muah <3

In the dim lantern light of the room, Cyno’s eyes glint a shimmering ruby red.

You’ve barely started but it seems that the presence of a certain forest ranger sitting nearby in the corner, eyeing him down, has an effect on the usually intimidating General Mahamatra. There’s a faint buzzing as the bullet vibrator taped to the tip of his already hard dick works away at the lowest setting, enough to provide stimulation but just shy of giving Cyno any real satisfaction. But there is great satisfaction to be found in the way he grips the sheets, brows furrowed as he reigns in his desires, trying to stay in control of his senses. A quick glance to Tighnari reveals that he’s no better, tail swishing as his sensitive hearing picks up each and every one of Cyno’s breathy pants.

“C’mere Cyno,” beckoning him closer to you, he obeys and shifts away from the edge of the bed and nearer to you until the only thing separating the two of you is a hair’s width and candlelight. You lean in first, capturing his lips in a kiss but he’s the one to deepen it, messily lapping at your lips as he chases for the taste of you, even if it’s sweeter than sugar. The kiss is purposefully, explicitly, loud as the both of you make out while Tighnari watches on, riled up and turned on by the indecent display and even more lewd noises.

Cyno is kind enough to let your hands roam over his toned body, sliding them down from his waist to happily grab and grope at his lean muscular thighs. Your fingers ghost over the base of his erect cock and he sucks in an intake of air at the sensation. A click, then a beep rings through the air and the vibrator starts humming away at a higher speed. Cyno’s cock jolts and he lets out a low groan at the increased stimulation. You look up to Tighnari who’s holding the controller to the toy in his hand.

“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he simply says.

“Touch- ugh… -me, please,” Cyno pleads and the grip he has on your thighs snaps your attention back to him, making you focus solely on the task at hand (him!). There’s beads of precum already forming at his tip, glistening as it starts drooling down the sides.

Cooing, you wrap one of your hands around his base as the other goes to thumb at his sensitive slit. It spurts more as you toy with him, his fingers clutching even harder on your thighs with each languid stroke up and down his length. His breathing grows ragged and shallow and his own muscles tense as he approaches his climax. But you don’t speed up your motions, still working his cock at the relaxed pace you started with, making sure he gets so pent up but stopping just exactly before the edge of tipping over. “Bastard,” Cyno thinks in between muddled thoughts.

Another click and a beep before the vibrator changes speeds and whirs at its third and highest setting. Cyno throws his head back with a loud gasp at the sudden assault of pleasure, cumming for the first time tonight, coating your hand with his sticky spend. You revel at the splatter of white against his tummy and you move in, diving down to lick a stripe up his abdomen and collecting his cum in your mouth, then tilting his head to kiss him yet again, making him savour his own taste. Cyno’s eyes squeeze shut at this as you lock lips, he moans desperately against your lips, a mixture of his own drool and cum dripping down his chin. The kiss is a frenzied mess with the toy still (miraculously) taped to his dick and still mercilessly buzzing despite the fact that he just came. “Ughn! Ah-! S- sss! -sensitive!” The poor male hisses out in the breaths he steals between kisses.

“It’s a shame Tighnari’s missing out huh? Don’t you want him to please you too?” Whispered coyly against his ear, your hot breath caresses his cheeks and he frantically nods at your words, a searing need and desire flooding through his veins.

“Call him over then.” Your tone is devilish, and your suggestion even more sinful.

Despite Cyno’s best efforts, all he manages to get out are broken moans interspersed with raspy gasps of “Please!”s and “Tighnari!”s. You tut at his pathetic efforts with mock disappointment.

“Is that all you can say, General Mahamatra? Come on, love. Try a little harder, hmm?” Your fingers trace over a vein on his cock before Cyno watches them undo the tape that’s holding the vibrator to his tip at an agonisingly slow pace - a warning to edge him even longer tonight.

With your threat, he chokes back a wail and focuses just enough to babble out, “Please- uh! I neeeed! you ‘Nari! Mmmph!”

There’s a screech of a chair and a flurry of dark green fur as Tighnari comes rushing over at Cyno’s plea. Gloved hands immediately wrap around his cock, the cum from his previous orgasm makes it easier for Tighnari to jerk him off and it only takes a few seconds for Cyno to cum again, hips jackrabbiting up into Tighnari’s hands as a loud keen leaves his lips.

“Tsk. Didn’t we agree that we wanted to help Cyno get his mind off of work tonight?” The ranger directs a glare at you but there’s no real heat behind his eyes, just impatience and a bubbling lust to finally get started tonight.

“Ha! Look at him now, I think the only thing he has on his mind is the two of us wrecking him!” True to your words, Cyno’s pupils are dilated and rolled far back into his head, still shuddering on the bed from the waves of pleasure from his second climax.

“I’m going to prep you, alright?” Tighnari asks gently as he clicks the controller back to the second speed setting. Slowly, Cyno’s mind clears from the dizziness and when he hums out an agreeing tone, Tighnari reaches over to the bottle of oil on the nightstand. He removes his gloves using his teeth, slicking up his fingers with the liquid. (To which you wolf whistle because hey, Cyno’s not the only one who gets to enjoy Tighnari. He just laughs and rolls his eyes at you.)

Nothing but gentle, Tighnari starts off with one finger, carefully, slowly opening Cyno up and getting him used to the stretch. It’s not long before Cyno starts rocking back against Tighnari’s finger, evidently unsatisfied, and since he’s feeling merciful tonight (unlike you), he quickly adds a second finger. As he preps Cyno, you busy yourself with kissing the man of the night, your hand snaking their way to his chest to tease at his nipples, relishing in the little blissful pants you steal from him with each pinch.

Soon, Tighnari deems Cyno sufficiently prepared when his fingers slide in without any resistance and the only protest from the white-haired male is to hurry and get on with it. Slicking up his own hard cock with the oil, he lines his head up against Cyno’s awaiting hole and pushes the tip in gingerly while checking for any signs of discomfort or pain on his face. When all he’s met with is a glazed-over look and a mouth hanging open, he feels his resolve to hold back dissipate.

“Looks like we have a slut on our hands tonight.” He punctuates his words with a slight roll of his hips and Cyno moans, loud.

“I’m… ‘m not- hhAH!” It’s definitely not helping that he’s trying to rut back down on Tighnari’s dick. How cute, a whore in denial.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, love,” you coo out, and Cyno hurriedly shakes his head, “Think you can take me in your mouth?” Judging by the way his mouth instantly falls open, tongue lolling out with crimson eyes pleadingly looking up at you, he’s more than willing.

Guiding your length to his lips, he licks up the underside of your shaft, kissing and sucking on your tip before he takes you into his mouth. You sink into the warmth, and he’s careful enough to watch his teeth. He lets you fuck into his throat as Tighnari pounds into him, the sight is pure aphrodisia and you hiss at how good Cyno is being for the both of you, taking you and Tighnari at the same time.

“Fuck! He’s tightening up, I- ugh! -I’m close!” There’s a carnal edge to Tighnari’s voice, one that you understand fully with how you’re also close. Sharing a look with him, the two of you speed up at the same time, drawing out more babbles and incoherent noises from the man under you. Hooking an arm under Cyno’s knee, Tighnari throws it over his shoulder so that his cock is angled to hit Cyno’s prostate head on. Feeling extra mean, you swipe the controller from beside Tighnari and click it back up to the highest setting. (You laugh when his cock jolts.) The change in pace and position has Cyno howling without abandon, tears rolling down his face at the intense pleasure. Within mere seconds, the general is cumming once more, muscles drawing tight with creamy white spurting out.

A quick snap of Tighnari’s hips drives his cock deep into Cyno and with a guttural growl, he’s cumming into him. As Cyno feels the growing warmth from inside, he clenches down on Tighnari’s length and milks him for all he’s worth, locking his legs around him. At the same time, he moans around your cock and the resulting vibrations are all it takes for you to reach your peak. Grabbing onto his white hair, you push him down until you’re shooting your cum down his throat while his pupils roll back and disappear behind his lowered eyelids, as if savouring the taste of you. (He swallows, of course.)

After a bit, the both of you pull out (much to Cyno’s protests). The vibrator is removed by Tignari and thrown to a side as you help Cyno sit upright against the headboard of the bed. Tighnari’s load drips out of him and Cyno lets out a low groan at the sight. While Tighnari slips out of the room to grab some wet washcloths for everyone, you take the time to check up on Cyno, soothing and massaging away any aches or sores in his body.

It seems that tonight has taken quite a lot out of Cyno (his eyes are closing and he keeps dozing off with his washcloth in his hand), so Tighnari and you gladly help clean him up. While wiping away the sweat and cum from his skin, the two of you take turns peppering his face with tender kisses as he contently sighs out “thank you”s between drowsy yawns.

As the three of you settle into bed for the night, Cyno sleepily mumbles out, “Let’s have a spitroast for lunch tomorrow. Get it? Because the two of you just spitr-”

Tighnari cruelly smothers him with a pillow.

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walkingstackofbooks · 22 days

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The Garashir wedding: Lower Decks style

Mariner's called into her mom's office. Freeman informs her that something very special but currently classified is going to be happening in the next week, and she knows Mariner is going on leave tomorrow, but she might want to consider postponing it. Mariner declines - "Nah, my thing is more important".

Mariner and Rutherford are left at the space station to go on leave. It transpires that Mariner has been invited to Julian's wedding, and taking Rutherford as her plus one because Julian Bashir is one of his heroes. (augment-cyborg solidarity, anyone?)

Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn are all trying to find out what the mission they're being sent on is. Boimler reports that Shakx seems pretty unhappy. Tendi suggests it's just because T'Ana has apparently discovered a drink she prefers more than Bajoran springwine.

Mariner and Rutherford encounter Hijinks and Troubles as they try to hitchhike their way to the wedding.

Freeman is stressing over what to wear for the occasion and has dragged Ransom in. Dress uniform, obviously, but can she get away with accessorising a little? And if so, how? She doesn't want to be a regular Starfleet officer, she wants to be a cool Starfleet officer. ("I literally cannot help you I don't even know what we're doing because you STILL haven't TOLD me." "It's classified." "You told Shakx!" "Have you tried keeping a secret from Shakx? He's terrifying!" "I can be terrifying!" "Nice try, Jack... Is a scarf too much do you think?")

Mariner and Rutherford have managed to trade his engineering abilities in exchange for passage on a merchant ship. Unfortunately, he is too good, and the ship now want to keep him.

Boimler is on navigation. They're approaching their destination but Freeman still wants the information to be known only to Bridge crew for as long as possible. (Boimler: "But what are we doing on--" Freeman: "Shh. Even the walls have ears, you know.")

The merchant ship have arrived and reluctantly agree to let Mariner and Rutherford go. They change into their fancy wedding stuff ready to be transported down. They are in the middle of a desert. "Screw you!" Mariner shouts uselessly at the sky.

Boimler is in the mess with Tendi and T'Lyn. Boimler is sweating profusely and tapping anxiously on the table. He cannot keep a secret this big. Tendi looks at him curiously. "Why do you keep tapping out "Cardassia" in Morse Code?" she asks, just at the moment when the room has gone silent. All eyes are on Boimler.

Mariner and Rutherford are hot, sweaty, bedraggled and exhausted. The doorkeeper reluctantly lets them in. "It's just started," he says. They sit down quietly in the back. Rutherford think his UT is playing up. "Did they just wish them many happy arguments?" he whispers.

Captain Freeman is nervously playing with her red scarf. "I wouldn't wear that if I were you," Ransom says. "I hear his reputation is quite formidable." Someone gestures that she's up.

We see her begin to walk out, and begin the "Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege..." speech. The happy couple have their backs to us, and are silhouetted.

The camera zooms further back, and we are now at the back of the building. "Mom?" Mariner whispers to Rutherford.

We finally get to see the couple's faces as the camera pans back to Freeman and looks over her shoulder. Julian and Garak are facing each other. "...Of course, the legal part of this marriage has just been taken care of by the Cardassians -- but it is my privilege to bring this very human tradition to a Cardassian wedding ceremony and tell you that, Julian, you may kiss your husband."

Garak and Julian smile at each other, but the camera cuts away to the crowd. Federation guests are clapping and cheering; the Cardassians tend to be trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in their vicinity.

We cut to the reception. Mariner's asking Julian "It all seemed so... Federation? Even the Cardassian bit?" Julian shrugs. "When you end up making every compromise in the book in the name of interstellar relations, it turns out all you get is a nondescript, bureaucratic service." He winks. "This is going to be when the fun starts."

Garak is complimenting Freeman on her scarf, and we can see in her face that she is totally lording it over Jack. Garak returns to his husband. "But you hated that scarf?" whispers Julian. "The things I do for diplomacy," replied Garak sorrowfully.

T'Ana is downing Kanar like it's nothing in the background to Shakx's distinct disapproval.

Mariner's managed to sneak Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn into the party. "I can't believe we could have just come on the Cerritos," she moans, "but anyway, go wild."

Of course, her deeply uncool friends go wild by fangirling over their DS9 idols. At the end of that montage, Rutherford finally gets the chance to say "Thankyouforallyou'vedonefortheaugmentcommunityDoctorBashir". It's sweet.

Aaand endings are hard so sorry, I don't have one to neatly wrap this all up 😅 I will leave it to your wonderful imaginations.

#Lower decks #Garashir #Garashir wedding #Beckett Mariner #Julian Bashir #Elim Garak #Captain Freeman #Samanthan Rutherford #post-Canon Cardassia #BYOE fic (bring your own ending)#This episode does actually just exist in my head now XD #I feel like I could write it better but eh this is fine and fun #Andi Writes #my trek musings #wsb

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