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anantaru · 1 year

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— rejecting his cuddles

including dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, blade x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, we‘re evil

— dan heng

"nope!"

you quickly place your hands on top of dan heng‘s chest to swiftly push him away— although tied with an eased and playful shove, your boyfriend was still left baffled and most of all, supremely confused out of his damned mind.

primarily— since when did you ever reject a comforting, cozy cuddle from your pretty man the moment he rushes straight home to come and see you, principally spoil you with all the bundled up physical affection he could possibly channel and provide?

one hundred percent, never. in point of fact was it you instead who would hug him first afresh.

"oh— i‘m sorry." dan heng backs away, as to not cross any boundaries with you. his voice shakes and creaks in the back of his toughened throat. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he in fact, did not expect to have such a hard time being rejected by you.

"s-so.. uh, yeah."

dan heng corrects himself— or lets work something out to express it differently, at least tries to spell out a follow up sentence because you actually managed to make him speechless, at loss of words with nothing more than arbitrarily prattles bubbling past the tip of his tongue and leaving his lips.

there‘s a punch of cold silence, stolen by a deep sigh from your irritated lover— one might think that dan heng strongly thought about what he had done wrong or if he messed up in some way. yes, the possibility on you playing tricks on him was always there but this time you really put in all your acting skills into this one moment, carving it to almost perfection.

"can— can i ask why?" he nervously whispers, deciding that there, nothing was as gruelling as not receiving a hug from his significant other, "i don't know, can you?" which unbeknownst to him, was playing a devilish play with all expenses falling flat on top of his shoulders.

you smirk, your body moving on its own as you suddenly shelter his body into your frame, "surprise! it's a prank!" and nuzzle yourself into his chest, cheeks flushed on top.

granted, his facial expression was hilarious, but you could only go that far before the man would suffer from a heart attack.

"you're unbelievable." dan heng rolls his eyes while leaning his head into your neck, his nostrils slightly flaring at the pocketed entry of your signature scent welcoming him at last.

"you still love me though."

— jing yuan

to wholly fool someone, precisely form their running thoughts anew, was it wishful thinking or actually possible? what an absorbing charge to partake in, you figured.

but despite that, you were awfully aware that someone as hellishly meticulous and careful to their surroundings such as jing yuan was without question to be an utmost arduous task to accept— yet, who were you to give up so easily?

your heart had been softly pounding with a minuscule increased pace signalizing your nervousness the minute your boyfriend unlocked the door to your shared home. if you had been honest to yourself, the following sequences that would normally happen work as followed— if you didn't decide to be a little evil today, they never change, you greet the man in addition to embracing him in a warm hug, point blank, and jing yuan unreservedly savored such implementing like no other.

the man sought after a soothing embracement all day long, he thinks about it, and when closes his eyes he imagines it too. it's a crucial source of serotonin to him and he requires it each night before passing out into a deep slumber with you by his side.

"i'm home, my love."

your ears point at the all too recognizable voice dotting a comforting timbre into the living room as you silently moved up from your seat to walk towards jing yuan who had made it his own personal duty to part his arms the second he sees you saunter towards him.

"hello, love." you greet him with a smile, your voice had been soft and actually managed to fool him for the short duration of your prank.

but then, "oh, no thank you!" you skillfully dodge his attempt to wrap his arms around you, waving your hand in between the awkward space of your bodies, shaking your head.

"excuse.. excuse me?" that's a little less confident than how jing yuan would for the most part articulate himself— to underscore his brilliant irritation, he cocks up a brow in disbelief.

but he's cautious, your darling— so don't be fooled, the man had a sharp and blazing eye on remote sections that might go unnoticed to other people, to the innocent faces and crowds, it was jing yuan who was keeping the control interlaced in the palm of his hand.

"hmm?"

you play the guiltless, in the clear significant other a little too well and you applaud yourself for your very own performance— at this rate it makes you wonder if you should have actually pursued a career in acting after all.

while your boyfriend was now feeling a sense of dread in his joints and limbs, the color of his eyes had gotten hidden by a dusty darkness.

"ah, i understand." he smiles, but the way he approaches you was almost tactical, and that grin on his face— on the outside, modest and upright while on the inside, it concealed a bristling confidence that yes, figuring you out was easier than he thought.

"that's okay." jing yuan walks past you, slow, each step echoing and slipping past your ears, his hand too, was listlessly tapping your shoulder once twice, as he made you turn around to face him again.

"i do not need it anymore." huh, for him to not even utter a single complaint, something, anything would do, really.

your lips pucker into a pout when you realized it‘s over, when you noticed that your boyfriend was getting way better at this, as if he had you wholly figured out from the very start— did you never stand a chance to fool him to begin with?

"ugh." you cross your arms around your body, "you knew from the start, didn‘t you?"

"of course i did, love." he breathes his words featherlight, but his smile stays strong regardless.

"i always do."

— gepard

in the beginning of your comical scheme, gepard was convinced you didn‘t want to hug him because he had just returned from training the new recruits of the silvermane guards and fair enough— he didn‘t have the chance to take a shower prior to returning to you.

yet, keep in mind, in any other instances you did not care about said fact, more so was it you who‘d practically hug him for hours on end and pepper him with kisses all over. being the mighty captain of the silvermane guards of beleborg not unexpectedly came with a tightly shut package of both it‘s very own positives and jarring negatives.

while the positives would greatly outweigh the stormy negatives by a tenfold, having limited free time to spend on each other would sometimes be a strenuous obstacle you can only manage together, as a team.

"i can shower right away." gepard panics, he didn't think it was possible for his body to sweat even more than earlier when he fought against the new recruits and your poor boyfriend curses himself underneath the warm racks of his fastened breathing on why he didn't manage to be in the bestest shape for you tonight.

he adds on, "don‘t move, i‘ll be right back!"

the sides of your mouth twitch in an amusing snort and you carry on to gnaw down on your bottom lip to suppress yet another wave of laughter, "oh, i think you‘re misunderstanding me." and step back just a little bit more to accentuate your evil plan and push your boyfriend over the edge for good.

"i don‘t want to hug you tonight." you raise your brows while scratching the back of your neck.

this sentence alone was like a sharp stab into the blonde's heart as he sets his eyes to meet your own.

"like at all." and you finish him off with an indirect blow right against his handsome features, "at— at all?"

if you were aware of one thing, it was that gepard never wasted any time to talk things out with you— basically being transparent and working together, "okay, baby'" he pauses, "listen to me." and almost squeals in sadness, placing both hands on top of your shoulders.

"if you're still sad i had to cancel our dinner the other time, i can try to figure something out—"

how adorable, you realise.

pinching his cheeks with your fingers, you smile, a shadow of intense guilt poking on your heart, "i’m sorry!" you yell, "everything is fine, i‘m sorry." and abruptly lean into his warm body, arms crossed around his chest as you sensed the upping beat of his heart underneath his ribcage.

gepard couldn’t believe you this time, truly, and lets his eyes fall close before sighing out— in relief but also a slight bit of annoyance written across the rest of his heavenly features.

"i‘ll get back at you for this."

— blade

"hmm, you sure darling?" he acts innocent that's for certain but blade’s next look on you, fuck, if you didn‘t know any better you would've sternly stated that it entirely formed into a menacing demeanor— stone cold and fierce as you felt it wash over your trembling skin.

a followed sharp click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth is all it took for you to whole-heartedly regret and loathe even considering to work out a prank against your boyfriend, at all.

"yes, i pass."

notwithstanding, you couldn‘t back away now, quite obviously would it blow up in your face with you becoming the pranked one instead. at this graven point the entire situation had already been in great favor of blade instead of you— the most plausible solution would be to somehow make it out as a winner regardless while your lover thoroughly found delight in engaging in those games with you.

"what a shame." he sighs and tilts his head to the right— pending his eyes from your lips to your legs and up, then approaching you a step closer so your cheeks could immediately sense his warm breathing.

"and here i thought my significant other actually liked me." and slowly whispers his finishing line against the shell of your ear while idly leaving it to his gravelly voice to place a shivering thunder-like sensation on your skin, in this cold your body welcomed the flames of your flustering frame, the furnacing warmth and the fuel this man was capable to inflict on you was ridiculous, but so did you work wonders on his psyche.

you knew your boyfriend, entirely— his sweet perceptions, his personal views and his virtually scary attention to detail for bodily responses of his usual targets.

"ugh, cut the crap blade." you roll your eyes at him playfully, laughing out a frustrated heave with a deep scowl on your lips.

"me?" blade dramatically places his hand on top of his chest, his mesmerizing eyes growing at the size of saucers, what a pain in the neck, literally.

"yes you."

despite everything, you, with the kindness of your heart, attempted to silently move forward to cuddle him, practically leaving your failed prank in the past while blade, in his radiating confidence, was swift to dodge you.

"no thanks." blade says sternly, "i‘m rejecting this hug."

how unwelcomely, indecently, annoyingly typical for your boyfriend to turn this entire malfunctioning situation upside down and play it into his very own favor.

if only he wasn‘t so breathtakingly handsome when he greeted you and presented his confidence so tastefully, smiled so prettily at you too, his shining whites and canines poking from under his lips and greatly accentuating the rest of his bewitching features while his large hands slowly ran up and down your shaking arms.

"tsk." you avert your gaze, not being certain if you're more embarrassed that you lost or that he beat you so effortlessly too, "you‘re unbelievable blade."

okay, hold on— even though you started this game, now witnessing it in a different perspective on how it would‘ve played out the other way around was a little frustrating, to say the least— while you also made sure that you‘re calling yourself out for that sprinkle bit of hypocrisy climbing up on you.

"i‘m unbelievably funny." he drawls back at you with a wink and kisses your forehead playfully— then your nose, which he found adorable and lastly your cheeks before gently trapping your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger to make you look at him, "and i have to put you in your place sometimes, you know?"

as he at last, conveniently pulls you into a warm hug, both smiling and laughing into the comfort of the situation.

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rigormortissa · 10 months

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gojoidyll · 2 months

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There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair Masterlist

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

Warnings | arranged marriage, y/n is referred to as "princess" and goes by she/her pronouns (afab), royal au, slight possessive/obsessive behavior on jing yuan's part, grammatical errors, etc.

the taglist is closed!! <3

Chapter 1 | All Must Begin and End

Chapter 2 | A Plan Fails

Chapter 3 | coming soon!

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader

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luocha-lovr · 8 days

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⌗ baby boys。

❛ OR :: what a mommy kink does to your boys.

❛ CONTAINS :: afab! reader; no fem pronouns used but feminine pet names and genitalia are used. cock-warming. handjobs. edging. gentle femdom. MINORS DNI but if you're a minor and choose to read anyway, that's on you.

AVENTURINE 砂金

“Wait, please, I— mmh!”

He’s not sure how he even got here. One minute he’s playing a game of poker in Aideen Park with a bunch of what’s-their-names and the other, he’s losing everything he’s bet and more.

Maybe he’s drunk one too many bottles of SoulGlad during that bet. His sight’s way too blurry now, but somehow you’re the only clarity in his vision, the sight of you on your knees and stroking his cock sobering him up a little. This was the condition you’d placed when you placed your bet back at the poker table, and maybe— just maybe— he’s glad that you were the one claiming victory against his first loss.

“So,” you start in a lazy drawl, and Aventurine gulps at the tone of your voice. Your hand stops at the base of his cock, preventing his release with a smile just as lazy. “You’re an Avgin, correct?”

Aventurine pauses.

“What’s an Av—”

“A yes or no is all I need, pretty boy,” you interrupt, not quite realizing Aventurine was raring to cum the moment you called him that. Or maybe you did. He doesn’t know.

A sigh and a beat passes before he nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

“I knew it,” you chuckle, “such pretty cock and tantalizing eyes could only belong to an Avgin.”

The smile that lifts the corners of your mouth makes his breath hitch. He probably should be wary of how you know he’s an Avgin, but the only thing on his mind right now is that you praised him for his answer regardless of his background. He could feel the hairs on his arms stand at attention. No way is it legal to be as pretty as you are.

And then you start pumping his cock again and, fuck, does he absolutely love the drag of your soft palm against the skin of his cock, unable to keep himself from spurting out little drops of pre. It gets on your lips, and Aventurine struggles to even babble out an apology before you’re licking it off and smacking your lips like you were sampling his taste.

“It’s okay, dearest,” you tell him in that tender voice that gets him so weak in the knees, thankful that he’s seated; otherwise he’d just fall flat on his ass. “You taste as divine as you look.”

Fuck.

That was it.

What started off as small spurts of pre became a steady flow of cum as his vision blurs and his ears ring, just the sound of your voice bringing him further into ecstasy. This— this— is the kind of dream he doesn’t wanna wake up from; the sight of you kissing on his cum-stained cock, languid movements of your hand continuing to milk him dry.

“Mommy, please, I can— Nng-hah..!” he struggles to even form a coherent thought, somehow so overstimulated despite you not even putting in that much effort. Realization hits him far too late, that he’d called you mommy, and he’s panic-stricken for a moment as he tries to find his words.

Your hand comes to a stop and you pull your mouth away from his cock. Your grip maintains, and for a moment, he’s soothed by the gentle caress of your fingers against his balls. His breath shakes, and he’s almost hypnotized by the way the golden light of this hotel room makes his cum look like gloss on your lips.

“It’s okay, dearest,” you tell him again, and it feels as though there was more intent to your words this time. Aventurine blinks. You like being called mommy?

It’s a silent question, and you give him a silent answer. If you held him by the cock any tighter than that, he was never waking up from this dream.

Slowly, you’d begin to pump his cock once more, waking it from its brief respite. He could only throw his head back, veins along his length pulsating gently, like a steady heartbeat. He doesn’t even know your name, but by the looks of things, you weren’t even gonna give him that much.

Something about you is so cruel yet so kind, so warm yet so cold, so close yet so far— but if there’s anything a man like him likes, it’s a high-stakes challenge.

He’ll admit he lost the bet, but scoring someone like you is already victory unlike any other.

JING YUAN 景元

“Lock the door on your way out.”

“Yes, General.”

The door shuts and its lock clicks in place as a Cloud Knight leaves the office, finished with their reports for the day. A shaky sigh of relief escapes Jing Yuan, as though he’d been holding his breath, waiting for the Cloud Knight to leave the entire time.

How could he not when you were sitting so comfortably in his lap, smiling at whoever comes in as if you weren’t squeezing down on his cock? He could feel your thighs quiver with excitement with each person that came in, hoping not to get caught in such a risque position. He’s been edged more times today than a year or two ago, and as sexy you are right now, he’d really love nothing more than to have his sweet release already.

“Baby, please. I need you to take the ring off,” he gasps out weakly, his grip on the armrests of his seat nearly enough to break them off. He can’t even see your face— you refuse to show him— and he’s getting far too desperate to even care about his silly pride as he begs for you.

He can’t see the twitch of your lips as they curve into a cheeky smile, but he knows; knows you better than anyone, knows you better than he knows himself. It’s a curse that imprints the image of you in his brain, cheeks all rosy and lashes fluttering with each squeeze of your walls. It’s even worse when you chuckle at him and shake your hips in the figure eight, almost mocking him.

“Five more minutes,” you tell him, and he’s reminded of the silly rule he established for both you and himself.

No fucking before 8pm.

Before 8pm, he is the General of the Cloud Knights, to guard the Luofu from all danger. Before 8pm, he is the Divine Foresight, to guide disciples and train their minds. All of those titles and responsibilities vanish the moment 8pm strikes, for after 8pm, he is nothing but a husband, a lover, and a toy— all for you.

Five minutes feel like an eternity, and that says a lot given his immortality. He’d always been a patient man, so understanding and kind, but he could never hold himself back when you’re involved. Oh how his hands twitched, itching to grab a hold of your hips and just…

He shifts his hips— forward, then to the left, then to the right, then forward again— trying as much as he can to bury himself inside of you while being as discreet about it as possible. If he tried a little bit more, he could—

His thought process is interrupted by the tightness around his cock slowly dissipating, all warmth leaving as you stood from his lap and pulled your underwear back up. Just one glance at him and you could see the utter defeat in his eyes, afraid he’d never be able to be satisfied by cumming from his own hands rather than with your pretty pussy at night.

If you really wanted to, you could make him cry like this.

“Wait! Mommy, I’m sorry,” he stammers, taking your wrist in his hand. The look in your eyes as you turned to face him tells him enough; you knew he was trying to fuck you before 8pm struck. The poor man was so guilty he hadn’t even realized it was 8:02pm already.

Technically, he hadn’t broken any rules.

The delighted laugh you let out is music to his ears and he perks up like some big dog. “Baby, I was going to suck your cock,” you tell him, going down on your knees like you were proving your intentions. Jing Yuan feels dumb for a moment. How could he have doubted you?

He isn’t even able to wallow in his self-pity. What replaces the warmth of your pussy is the warmth of your mouth, your tongue flat along the underside of his cock. “Thank you,” he all but whispers. Somehow he still has half the mind to remember that he was in his office; anyone could come knocking.

Slender fingers and careful touches keep the hairs on his arms standing. Each time he thinks you’d release him from the confines of his cock ring, you pull your fingers away and take him deeper in your mouth. It’s a different kind of torture that he’s not sure if he hates or loves, though a part of him does like it just because it’s you.

Each drag of your lips along the shaft of his cock drives him mad with need— need to cum, need to fuck his hips into your mouth. But he knows he can’t, not when you’re so nice to take care of him at work.

“Mommy, please,” he pleads, golden eyes peering down at you as you make a mess of lipstick stains and spit bubbles. He’s trying way too hard to hold back his moans, though with not much success.

You only shake your head at him, chiding his impatience. In all truth, he’s just far too cute begging for you like this. “Just a bit longer,” you reply with a mouthful of cock and pre, eyes glazed over as his dick pulsates in your mouth.

Shivers run down his spine and goosebumps litter his skin. His breaths come out in quick bursts and he can’t help but slump against his chair when you smile at him. He’s pretty sure his moans could be heard in the next office over, but really, could he care? He’s convinced he already came, but the lack of cum in your mouth was rather upsetting until he realizes he still has the ring on.

The smile on your face tells him you still aren’t done just yet and, frankly, he’s in it for the long ride anyway.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ISH's notes ::

📌 what better way to celebrate aventurine's official release than writing him a handjob fic am i right?

📌 experimenting on blog styles rn. it's been a hot while. tell me how this one looks!

📌 STILL working on a taglist so just hmu if you wanna be tagged. also i may not be taking requests but i certainly am taking asks. im dying for some moots to gush with.

ish | 2024. no plagiarizing, reworking, or reposting this work on other sites.

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daze4all · 22 days

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7 Days Week HSR Sugar Daddies Series Part 2 In Progress Imagine Drabbles

Fake Fiance! Sunday, Artist! Argenti. , Childhood Friend! Jing Yuan

Previously Part 1 Monday- Hot Teacher! Ratio, Sugar Daddy! Aventurine, Yandere! Blade

Part 3 Pending: Dan Heng, Loucha, Boothill

Sneak Peak Snippets

Thursday-Tricked! Dan Heng x Maid : Prank Call Gone Wrong (TBA)

Friday- Fake Fiance! Sunday x Reader

Saturday- Artist Argenti x Muse! Reader

Sunday- Sugar daddy/childhood friend! Jing Yuan

Reader hired as a :

Friday- Sunday x Fake! Fiance! Reader - Thank God It’s Friday (TGIF also just thought funny not make him Sunday)

Yandere! Sunday especially likes adorning you himself carefully selecting what jewelry and outfit he thinks you look best in. No matter the cost having expensive elegant tastes.

You are on his arm as his partner to important family functions so that no one else tries to wrest control from him by foisting an unwanted engagement

“You do a bit too much as fake fiancé” you once teased remembering him this was just a job contract.

“For it to believable. The family must believe I fell heads over heels to bring in an outsider” Yandere! Sunday smoothly explains dabbing your mouth with a napkin and leaning close to whisper in turn in your ear.

Fake! Fiancé! Sunday was kind and polite always a gentleman but that kindness only masked his sadistic side that he let loose around you .

Yandere! Sunday worshiped you in bed and expected you to obey and worship him in turn.

“Forget the rest and stay with me in this dream” A kiss to your hand charming you with his gentlemanly act as Yandere! Sunday’s golden eyes stared at you pleading. The insinuation was heavy so you would be at his mercy alone.

“Don’t worry. No matter how much you are sullied I will still take you. I’ll always forgive you darling” Yandere! Fiance! Sunday would coo and promise stroking your hair.

Saturday – Argenti – Artist! Argenti x Muse!/Model! Reader

Paint me like One of your French Girls

How You Met: A Muse for Artist Argenti

Daily Life as a Couple

Boyfriend! Argenti likes to take you shopping design you up and pampering you with makeup. applying the make up.

“For whenever you smile you bloom like a rose” he promised fervently an inneoct courtly knightly behavior cheesy in embarrassing you into blushing. While another part of you worried how devoted he was to you.

For Boyfriend! Argenti occasionally wearing a matching outfit is a must.

Romantic Argenti favorite presented on valentines with a crimson tie for him from you and red rose ornament for your hair. Argenti tucked the rose gallantly behind you ear “For you my love” his eye fervent and devoted before kissing you passionately.

Knight!Argenti will be the one by the end with day sendoff “ If you ever settle down choose me my dear. “ with a fair kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Knight!Argenti while overdramatic at time his love was sweet and sincere and sometimes that scared you the most….

Sunday- Jing Yuan -Lazy Sunday Mornings

Childhood! Friend! Reader

Jing Yuan always knew you best, as your childhood friends but then you grew up and went your separate ways until he found you again.

Daily Lazy Sunday with Jing Yuan

Dates consist of the zoo, park, or library meandering but lazy days in bed are best seeing you tired out

Soft!Jing Yuan watches you meaningfully as you go about your lazy Sunday morning routine of pouring yourself a cup and fixing breakfast. Hand round your waist his chin propped on you maybe a quickie on the kitchen counter if you are up for it a big puppy dog wanting attention from you.

Mimi the snow lion padding to snuggle by your side to wamr your feet or jumping to make room for her during movie nights.

“I’ll treat you right so just rest” much better than the others is left unsaid but implied in his possessive golden gaze that consumes you with so much love. You are almost tempted, but you have urges to fulfill, and even his love cannot stop it.

Sugar Daddy! Jing Yuan goading you with words. “Does this feel good? Tell me? Sweet and slow, long and languid, or rough and hard, Your choice dear” he offers sweetly as he hovers predatorially above you.

Side note Reader Background might be….

-Seeking out the strongest men to renew your dying race as you were known to have very low birth rates

- Doing this to pay back a debt she has from her fallen planet.

- Possibly cursed by the Propagation or a Aeon of Lust Luxuria to constantly hunger for sex to live?

-Nymphomaniac or a person who just like sex with many men and that’s her lifestyle so why not make money off it lol

Snippets for now

Still writing full stories

A/N: Loucha I forgot, I guess because I could only do seven days of the week. Also, Gallagher not sure cuz of recent spoilers and Boothill not sure his character yet since so new.

But might write them separately since I had only 7 days of the week to assign. May redo with next set or as separate pieces. Feel like I can only edit/write only 3 pieces at a time lol

and lost dan hengs so have to rewrite it ugh.....

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jingrenhengzine · 1 month

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❤️ Happy White Day ❤️

If Blade didn't think he was going to get pampered today, he was dead wrong because Jing Yuan and Dan Heng will always want to show their adoration in any lifetime they share!

Art by @yoiyoms

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zaephix · 2 months

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golden child , lion boy , tell me what it's like to conquer / / jing yuan . . .

as his wife, you have the right to dream of other possibilities, right?

warnings: married!jing yuan and reader, f!reader, use of pet names (love), no y/n, spoilers for the luofu storyline, jealousy, suggestive themes, lowercase intended

w/c: 635 words

a/n: double upload!?!?! cant help it i love this man so much lord help me, art cred: mugenoumi on twt

"you seem to be enjoying your time with those finches."

soft clicks of shoes stepping on the wooden floor reach the general's ears, and as well as the birds he was currently devoting his attention to. jing yuan knew better than to frustrate his wife, however he can't won't seem stop making that pout appear.

"and you know better than to be jealous of some innocent birds, love." the resonant voice of his leaves faint echoes in the chamber. he hums happily as your hands snake around his waist, your face buried in his back. "not m' fault- i missed you," your muffled voice tickles his back, earning you a chuckle.

he gently releases the birds, much to your pleasure. "there. they're gone now, but you ought to open your heart to them. they're excellent companions."

"better companions than me?" you prod with an eyebrow raised. he turns around to face you, and now you can finally see your husband's infuriatingly handsome portrait once more. hundreds of years have passed since your union with jing yuan, and yet he still leaves you breathless each time.

long locks of golden white hair frame his head, stray strands everywhere. it's a common sight for your eyes these days, the ten-lords commission giving your husband more work to do these days, especially after the incident with phantilya. noticing your internal worry, he cradles you in his arms.

"now, now. would i have stuck with you for this long if i'd found better a companion? you think too much, love."

"and you think too little." you buried your face yet again in the crook of his neck. it was times like these when you wished you and your husband were not such important figures to the xianzhou, daydreams of you and jing yuan living a simple life away from here plague your mind almost every day.

"some people think me a fool, reduced down from a feared general to a lazy idiot who can't seem to pick up a pen for the life of him."

"and what do you say to that?"

he grins down at you, the outer corners of his eyes wrinkling with his breathy laugh. "i agree with them. however, there's one thing they do have wrong."

this piques your interest, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him. you tilt your head to the side, encouraging him to continue. "well?"

with sudden enthusiasm, he picks you up and spins you around, your back now hitting the cool concrete of some wall in the room. however, you don't have time to think about what had just happened, as he stole your lips and your breath in that same second.

his lips moved against yours with passion, arms coiling around you in a tight grip. kisses with jing yuan were usually slow and sensual, nothing like the show he's putting on for you right now. you swear you could feel your lips go numb, both of you breathing into each other like you'd never breathe again.

he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connecting you both still. he sighs deeply with a smile on his face. "i've already conquered a feat very few people have before. your love and loyalty to me."

you giggle at the mushy confession. general or not, he'd still be your loving husband. "you can never not have the last word, can you?"

"no ma'am." and he pulls you in again, this time going back to his usual kisses. slow, sensual, and sultry.

a few moments later, something soft and bushy made contact with your leg. your husband's hair was certainly not that long, and you know for a fact you don't have a carpet this fluffy in this room...

"jing, i think mimi wants your attention as well."

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seasons change, say you’ll stay the same ft. alhaitham, jing yuan, and neuvillette,

nsfw. no matter how many seasons pass with your lover, his love for you will always stay the same // warnings in each section

alhaitham // cw: food play (?) riding, he's very dizzy and overwhemled (in a good way)

——— summer makes everything melt, including his heart

whenever kaveh isn’t around, you and alhaitham often stick to each other’s bodies like gum. there’s never a moment where you don’t have your hands on each other. alhaitham’s hands glide up the sides of your thighs, lifting your dress up and bunches the material around your waist.

the swing chair squeaks under the weight of you both, softly moving back and forth. his lips are attached to your neck, licking up any droplets of sweat that line your skin. your finger nails dig into his shoulders, back arching at the feeling. there’s a cold sensation on your chest that shocks you. you pull back and see alhaitham licking melted kulfi off of his fingers.

he takes the melting popsicle, and drags the melted dessert across your tits. the cold and sticky droplets drip down your cleavage making you gasp. alhaitham has this hazy look in his eyes, melting into your hands that cup his face.

his eyes aren’t focused, mesmerized by your beauty. he looks up at you admiring your flushes cheeks, the way your bangs perfectly stick to your face and the way your tits are right in his face is also a bonus. he feels dizzy from the heat, but the feeling of your fingers on his skin pulls him back.

“hahyi, look at me, habibi.” you whisper gently. his eyes focus on your swollen lips (it’s his fault really. he was the one who wanted to eat the kulfi and ras malai from your mouth. it’s also his fault all the desserts have melted and it’s making his neck and fingers sticky. it’s definitely not sticky from his fingers curling in your cunt until you’re seeing stars…definitely not.)

he looks up at you with the most love-strucken eyes. something about the summertime makes alhaitham a bit lovesick. you both fell in love during a summer field trip, you got married during the summer, you had your first kiss during the summer.

the summer will always belong to the both of you. he’ll ask you later to excuse his greedy behavior as he only wanted to adore you. his tongue darts out to lick any liquid left on his lips. his eyes wander, admiring the curve of your tits, the way your hips settle onto his hand, and your soft tummy peaking out from the cotton material of your dress.

his eyes also catch onto the emerald jewel that sits right above your clevage. its a gem that matches the jewel that sits on his chest. a vivid memory plays in alhaitham’s mind.

(“look, hahyi! we’re matching! isn’t that so cute?” you asked him as you beam at big smile at him. your skirt sways slightly due to the liyuen sea breeze. he looks at you and gently smiles as he hands you a red bean bun.

“it suits you,” he says gently, leaning against the railing next to you. the both of you lean against the railing, shoulders brushing against each other.

“does it really?” you say a bit anxious as you bite into the bun. you grimace at the taste and look at alhaitham and his cheese filled bun. he chuckles and switches buns with you. you giggle, taking a chomp out of it and happily chew. “you know, i bought it because it reminded me of you. does that make you happy?” you mumble, cheeks flushed.

alhaitham takes another bite of the bun, humming in reply. however, you don’t hear it. you look over at him and sees his ears flushed pink. how cute…you tug at his ears, giggling. he furrows his brows at you as you wiggle your finger in his face. “don’t ignore your seniors, kid! answer me!”)

"alhaitham?" you say in a quiet, low voice. your brows are furrowed together, concerned for the younger man. he takes another bite of the melted kulfi and places it on the table beside him. he looks up at you with these wide eyes, almost akin to a puppy. it's so unlike him, yet so him at the same time.

a man who has lost all those close to him, someone who threw himself into studies as a way to forget what had happened. in some ways, he's still that young, quiet boy you met at daycare in the library. you smile at him softly and close your lips onto his. he's a major daydreamer-- his brain works way too much, you tell him.

alhaitham's free sticky hand cups your hip, pulling you impossibly. closer to his bare torso. the smell of cardamon, padisarahs, and sweet cream mixed with a woody, almost citrus scent invade your senses. everything is alhaitham. you're breathing him in, tasting his lips, feeling the muscles of his biceps contract, looking at his pretty face, and listening to his sweet words.

his words are so sweet you almost think he's the dessert you and your lover are enjoying on his hot day. you pull your hips up, sliding up his cock. he groans trying to pull you back, but you shush him with a kiss.

alhahaitham is a physically strong man, but he's so weak for you: his sweet, loving, gorgeous lover. you gently push yourself all the way down on him again, sliding your knees down. you find a comfortable rhythm as alhaitham lays his head back. you leave small kisses along the column of his neck, making his head spin.

his lips are agape, jaw slacking as you bounce on his cock. there's this pit in his stomach that's growing and the humid heat of sumeru is no help to him. his hands lay on your hips, squeezing the soft skin there. gently, he matches your rhythm and moves his hips against yours.

he groans your name, causing you tighten around him. there's so much going on that alhaitham can't even process it. the cold feeling on kulfi dripping down the corners of his lips, the hot and wet feeling of your cunt wrapped around him, and the slight motion of the swing is so overwhelming.

and then he loses it. your breathy, pitched mewls in his ears makes him go insane. that knot building in his stomach shatters as soon as you cum around his cock. alhaitham is never too far behind you, always keeping himself close to you. he's always in tune with your body.

he manages to lift his head up and lick the melted kulfi and malai off of your chest, leaving wet and sticky kisses along the way. he makes more of a mess than before, but his intentions are pure. he intertwines his hand with your left, kissing the wrist where your wedding bangles rest and that shiny diamond encrusted ring that sits on your fourth finger. he mumbles something into your skin as he extends his hand to grab a mango flavoured kulfi popsicle. he opens up the plastic, taking a bite of it. his other hand pulls down your dress, exposing your breasts fully.

he swirls his tongue around the nipple with the kulfi in his mouth. your eyes roll back, grabbing onto his shoulders trying to get away from the icy liquid. alhaitham chuckles against your skin as he looks up at you with those puppy eyes. you feel his cock twitch inside of you and you realize this truly isn't the end.

jing yuan // cw: morning sex, teasing, it's a mess of limbs tbh, breeding, and nipple play

——— warming up on a winter morning

the luofu does not experience the change of seasons. the most they will get is a few showers and an occasional heat wave. however this winter, the luofu is unbearably cold. everyone is wearing coats and scarves, huddling next to their loved ones.

you and jing yuan are no different. after a long night, the twi if you wake up with your bodies flushed together. your back to his chest with his arm swung over your waist, caressing your stomach.

you groan slightly at the cold radiating from the sliding door near your bed. however, the general’s body is so warm you can’t belo but want to cuddle him more.

“yuan, it’s way too cold,” you mumble into the pillow as his lips pepper kisses across your nape. he hums into your skin, eyes fluttering open to look at your body. his hand retreats from your waist, but you catch onto his wrist and whine. you press yourself against him, needing his warmth.

he finds you so adorable. he chuckles and kisses behind your ears causing you to giggle. jing yuan presses his hips against your ass. you look over your shoulder at his face, soaking in the beauty of the general of the loufu.

“how much time do we have?” you say as you turn to face him, throwing your hip over his. he dips his head down to your chest, kissing your collarbone.

“not sure…doesn’t matter. i don’t have a meeting until later today,” you ruffle jing yuan hair, curling your fingers into his precious locks.

“just because you’re not busy does not mean im not,” you grumble playfully as jing yuan pulls up your sweater. he tucks his head under the sweater, pressing sweet kisses against your breasts.

“tell them the general is excusing you for today,” you snort at his words, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips wrapping around your nipple. his tongue flicks the hardening bud, and his fingers tweak the other one. jing yuan makes sure to not neglect any part of your body. in the meantime, he humps your thigh, moaning into your skin.

“can’t use you an excuse,” you frown when he pulls away from your skin, but he quickly takes off your sweater and throws it across the room. he’s quick to catch your lips, tongue begging to enter your mouth. you sigh into the kiss, hooking your leg over his hips. with that he grabs your ass, as pulls you onto his lap below him.

his hands trace the curve if your hips and waist, squeezing the soft skin. his finger drags down your abdomen, finding its way to your red panties. he whistles when he notices the darker wet patch. you face flushes, matching the color of your underwear. he intertwined your hands and laughs,

“no need to be shy, darling. i’ve seen you in mire compromising positions.”

he’s not wrong exactly…jing yuan has had you sprawled over his desk, had your ass way up in the air, he’s seen you with his cum splattered all over your face, tits and ass. he’s seen it all, so why are you shying away from him?

it’s his stupid teasing tone. that soft smirk he has on his face and that natural dominance he places over you makes you weak in the knees and blush like a schoolgirl. the worst thing about it? he knows it all too well. he’s pulled it out of you many times as he coos at your embarrassment.

jing yuan’s thumb presses on the wet patch and you buck into his finger. he smiles up at you, pressing a soft kiss on your tummy before sliding your panties off. he notices your clit puffy, and peaking out between your folds. his fingers purposefully avoid the bundle of nerves and go straight to your dripping hole.

he slides in his middle finger and your cunt happily accepts in inside you. he pushes it all the way until the hilt before pressing on that spongey spot inside you. he knows exactly where it is and he has you seeing stars. he gently slides in his ring finger and you feel the metal clasp of his ring pressing against your hole when he slides it in.

“there you go, darling. no need to hold it back,” the soft winds outside your window grab your attention for a moment as you watch the snowflakes fall onto the sill. you smile softly before your lips part in a moan. jing yuan watches your head tilt back and eyes flutter shut.

there’s the deafening sound of your slick whenever he retracts his hand to trust into you. you practically beg for him even though he’s right here. your hips mov eon their own, matching his rhythm as your ass grinds against his bulge. he stifles a groan, trying his best to focus on you. his free hand reaches up to tweak your puffy nipples again and you yelp when he pulls one of them so meanly.

“yuan!” you cry out, hips moving with abandon. jing yuan’s face lights up at your noises and he finally decides to give you some more relief and had his thumb press against your clit. your lips make an o shape as you crumble in his hands.

“oh, yuan!! thank you- ah, that feels so good!” he feels your cunt clench around his fingers when he continuously curls his finger inside your cunt. he lets out a low laugh,

“i bet it does, hm?” he says in that disgustingly sexy tone and you lose it. you practically shatter around his fingers, your fun and slick leaking all over his fingers and palm. it drips down his wrist and jing yuan watches it travel with so much adoration.

“my good girl,” he purrs, retracting his fingers from your cunt. as you lay next to him on your side, he presses his hard on against your back. you reach your hand behind you and palm his bulge. he moans against your shoulder, grabbing your wrist.

jing yuan pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to fling free from its constraints. it presses against his abdomen, red and leaky. he lifts your leg up, allowing himself to line up with your cunt. he slips a hand under the side of your head, allowing you to rest comfortably.

his angry tip presses against the muscle of your hole and he pushes himself in. your eyes roll back when he bottoms out and lets go of your leg. your lips clash together in a messy kiss. your saliva drips from the corners of your mouth as he fucks himself into you.

it’s positively insane how quickly you find yourself about to cum again and jing yuan knows this. his free hand wraps itself around your hip and dips down onto your clit. you yelp into the kiss, but he wraps his hand around your neck, keeping your head in place. the pressure of his fingers makes everything even more dizzying.

the thought of your morning meeting is completely out of your mind as jing yuan’s cock thrusts into you wantonly. you sob and moan against his lips in ecstasy, craving for him to be even deeper.

“good girl, just like that, honey, you can take it, yeah? gonna warm me up, arent ya?” he slurs his words as the knot in his stomach grows. “maybe i’ll even put a baby in you, yeah? i’ll keep dumping it all into you until you give me a baby, yeah? how does that sound, my dear?” the thought of jing yuan pumping his cum deep inside you everyday makes you clench around him. he lets out that low laugh again and the circles around your clit become harsher.

“oh baby you love that idea, huh? don’t worry, i’ll do this all morning, okay?” you nod dumbly as jing yuan and you cum together. his cum seeps deep inside your womb and your back bows deeply, but he presses against the indent of his cock on your tummy making you spasm and trash against him.

jing yuan lets go of your neck and takes his hand off if your tummy and kisses your neck lovingly. “you ready for more, honey?” he mumbles into your hair. love-stricken, you nod your head as you look back at him with hazy eyes. “my pretty girl, i’ll give you as much as you want, okay?”

neuvillette // cw: oral (m!receiving) reverse comfort, he’s extremely touch deprived, he gets hard when u touch his thigh :>

——— spring showers brings fontaine it's flowers

after every trial, it’s said to rain heavily in fontaine. you visit neuvillette’s office after seeing the mess of the sky and therefore his heart and emotions. as you enter the threshold, neuvillette is sitting on his desk, rubbing the tears away from his eyes.

you walk over to him and cup his face. there’s this soft look in your eyes that has the iudex melting into your palm. he wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach as he sobs.

“darling, what’s gotten you so worked up? you’re not usually this upset,” there’s a prominent frown on your face as neuvillette cries into your stomach.

“this couple and child were separated due to many factors. my heart aches for the child. that little girl..” the iudex mumbles. “she went through so much,” it’s admirable to see how empathetic and compassionate neuvillette is for the victims in his trials. his soft spot of children, especially young girls is apparent. whenever he sees sigwinne or any of the muselines a soft smile is placed on his face.

you kneel near his face, cupping his wet cheeks into your hands. you leave soft kisses on his cheeks, drying away any stray tears. your hand drags up his thigh and neuvillette feels a spark inside him light up. his cock throbs in its confines when you touch him so intimately.

“neuvi?” you call out his name when his eyes seem to drift off into space. he blinks as he looks at you. you’re on your kness, skirt hiking up your plush thighs. your skin looks so soft, and your hands…they’re incredible soft as well.

he’s felt them rub up and down his cock countless times. you watch neuvillette’s eyes darken as his thoughts continue. you shift on your heels as you garner his attention again.

“darling?” you call out to him again. he finally looks you in the eyes, leaning down for a kiss. you warmly accept him, gathering his shoulders in your arms. he hums against your lips, taking your hands and pressing them over his crotch. your fingers deftly take off his belt, unzipping his pants.

you pull back to look at him with hazy eyes and smile. you take his cock out if his pants, rubbing his shaft up and down. you smile as you settle between his legs and kiss the head of his cock. he leans back in his chair, sighing deeply. you press kisses against his slit, your tongue peaking out from your lips.

this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten such a reaction form neuvillette. he typically reacts this way whenever you touch his legs or abdomen. it’s…flattering.

you hollow your cheeks as you take his cock into your mouth. your tongue swirls around his length as he presses your head down his cock. he lets out a deep groan as his fingers tangle into your hair. you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours and neuvillette throbs in your mouth.

he reaches down and slips his gloved fingers into your panties. as his finger slips into your cunt, you moan around his cock. he lets out breathy moans near your air which has your cunt throbbing around him.

the both of you desperately long for the other, needing to satisfy your lover. your hand and mouth work together. your hands cover the area of his cock your mouth can’t fit. yur sliva leaks out from the corners of your mouth.

neuvillette’s thumb rubs harsh circles over your clit and your eyes screw shut trying not to cum right then and there. “it’s alright darling, let yourself go for me,” with his permission, you clench around his fingers and cream on them. you make a swallow motion with your mouth with his cock in your mouth which causes him to moan loudly.

your hands jerk the base of his cock faster as you focus your lips on the tip. your tongue presses against the slit and neuvillette watches your saliva cling to your swollen lips. you hum against the leaky tip and neuvillette’s hips jerk. you giggle, jerking him off more and place your tongue under the head allowing him to watch as his cum spills into your mouth.

and the iudex does just that. when that overwhelming spring in his stomach bursts, he can’t take his eyes off the stream of cum that leaks into your warm mouth.

“my darling,” he sighs happily. your hands wrap around his cock as you lick up any excess cum as you look up at him.

“yes, dear?” you say with a cheeky smile. neuvillette looks down at you and picks you up and places you onto his desk. he mumbles into your neck, biting onto the skin.

“we’re not done yet, am i clear?”

“yes, your honor.” you say with a cheeky giggle before he pins you down. fontaine can single handily probably thank neuvillette for the wonderful showers this spring that brought many fields of produce to life.

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mismefancy · 4 months

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You know the drill. You fall in the HSR hole because you got attached to characters with family potential-

That's his son. You're not changing my mind. Lol /hj

That scene where Yanqing was possessed by the Heliobus was so cool to watch!

The Heliobus feeding into his insecurities of not being strong enough, Jing Yuan's faith in him, that said faith in him that convinces Yanqing to break free from the Heliobus. Just wow, my heart. :')

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #yanqing #honkai star rail yanqing

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mirshroom · 11 months

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the divine foresight (alternative title: when will this man come home, i ran out of jades)

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan #hsr fanart #my art #dl #myart

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anantaru · 9 months

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— is he jealous?

including dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, blade x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, cute, a little possessive behavior

— dan heng

dan heng made no big secret of the alarming worry cascading down his entire body and mind whenever he thought about the trifling possibility of you getting hurt while he wasn't by your side.

by chance of this, when it came to his jealousy though, dan heng wasn‘t as jealous as one might think on the outside— as stated, it was more his overprotective nature taking the lead which mostly would look like jealousy at the outset, but really wasn't that.

with that being mentioned, when you both aren‘t spending time together, your boyfriend always appreciates it when you tell him about your day or your recent doings so you're both up to date with your life.

nothing forced or anything, he trusts you wholeheartedly, the last thing dan heng wanted to achieve was for you to feel trapped, suffocated or forced to talk about something you did not want to or didn't feel comfortable sharing.

even so, occasionally he can feel something weird wriggle up on him from behind and a knot in his stomach manifested itself, his racing heart only making it more difficult when he sees you talk with someone he did not trust— not in a sense where he'd think that this person would hit on you, since he trusts you enough to know you'd turn them down, but the dangerous aspect of it, a fear, like a soundless scream, the horror of losing you.

admittedly, it was always there and you knew of that, so what mattered the most were affirmations coming from your side, certainty and the repeated sureness that you are going to be okay.

— jing yuan

whilst jing yuan doesn't make it more clear on how he was standing on the topic of jealousy in your relationship, in truth— he did harbor some traits of it, albeit nothing too extreme.

in an approximate manner can you discern his laid back personality shine onto such topic as well, he was a fairly confident man and sure of himself, while he also wanted you to have all the space you required, not to mention big, unwavering support for when you needed him.

what the general did not like was when someone was clearly aware that you were taken, in addition to him being your boyfriend— yet they still attempt to take their chance with you.

jing yuan, in that particular aspect, can become quite passive aggressive and honestly frightening to the person who dares to try something so vulgar, besides being incredibly embarrassing to even think you'd leave him for another person.

sincerely, it's downright comical and you can taste your inability to think clearly, shifting weight from one foot to the other when jing yuan was revealing his protective side for your eyes to feast on.

crossed armed, you remain behind him once he makes the person leave your space, then he turns around, conveying a pretty smile, his smooth, handsome face was like the opening of spring blossoms flourishing on a warm day, yet for you, it told the opening of his heart.

— gepard

without reservation, it's in every way comical whenever you catch gepard become jealous— but it's also endearing, pleasantly attractive and charming whenever you capture the moment he becomes especially passionate.

for one, his jealousy isn‘t one of a toxic kind nor would he apply any damage on the other party, gepard was a proud man and always sought after taking the right route in conditions such as those.

you know it's more severe when you approach him and ask gepard if he was indeed, jealous right now, it was the blush of roses on his cheeks that conducted a conclusion, that peek of champagne pink right on top.

he panics, "i'm not." and curses himself right after because he was evidently lying to you, which he never does, but being in denial for something he claims to be embarrassing to its very core was a reason, if not a big one, it was still a cause. "okay maybe."

"only a little."

his face falls, just a twitch, but you lean forward to kiss his lips.

gepard's emotions were real and vivid, in the end he was true to himself, it all comes down to admitting defeat because he rather risk embarrassment than wear a mask in front of the love of his life.

— blade

oh, boy.

before going more into depth about blade's perspective on jealousy, it's important to note that in many features, his emotions and way of processing them happens from his subconsciousness.

when he goes too far with it, it becomes a heavy bag wrapped on his shoulders, which he was supposed to put down once he learned on how to embalm his emotions the good, healthy way.

however with this in mind, now that he was in a relationship with you he tries to tone it down for your sake, above all, blade doesn't want to scare nor push you away from him.

the frightening dreams he'd endure of losing you were ice in his guts, stagnant, it could be a hundred degrees out and he'd still be frozen on the inside.

you are kind and understanding of his feelings but also tell him that those aren't an excuse to harm nor curse the person who triggers his jealousy.

"right, right." blade shakes his head. "i am trying my best." and smoothes his broad arms around your frame. he lets his words hang in the air while you stare at him, a smile, although barely perceivable, crossing over your face.

for many years he had punished himself, feeling that if he forgave more, let go of his past, then love would blossom just like it did now— in your relationship. you can feel him shake and you place your hands against his chest, you tap him two times, once twice, as to pull him away from his thoughts.

"we'll get through that together."

you say— but the man doesn't respond, at loss of words each time you grace him with your kindness. instead, blade tips his forehead against your own, closing his eyes and resting, sighing against your lips, dark pupils for one illuminated with hope, trust, and before anything else, love.

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sugumii · 11 months

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Jing Yuan x implied! Fem Reader: Please, Mom?!

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Your son, Yanqing, asks to spar with you after his father rejects him for being too busy with paperwork. Jing Yuan catches you two and decides to tease the two of you

Sweat covered your entire body as you collapsed to the ground, your sword falling beside your body. Your back rested comfortably against the grass while the wind blew pleasantly against your warm body.

“Finally finished with today’s training… hah…” You mumbled to yourself, gasping for air.

“Mom! Mom!” A voice called in the distance, one belonging to a familiar boy.

You turned your head in the direction of the voice only to see a blonde male running up to you with a bright smile on his face as he waved his arm to you in greeting. He soon made it in front of your body gasping and huffing for air, bending over with one hand on his knee to catch his breath. You watched in mild amusement at the boy who attempted to catch his breath before quickly straightening up. He held a sword in its scabbard in both of his hands and excitedly asked you,

“May we spar together today, Mom? The general- I mean... father... said he was too busy with paperwork so he couldn't join me for today's match!" He complained.

You grinned at the boy’s excited rambling and raised a hand to signal him to quiet down. He stopped talking immediately and peered down at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yanqing, I just finished training for today…” You began, watching the young boy visibly deflate at your words. Disappointment emitted from his being. “But... I suppose we can spar... only for a few minutes though. I'm quite exhausted from today's session.”

Yanqing instantly perked up with shining eyes. “Really?! Thank you so much, mom! I can't wait to get stronger and finally beat the Gen- dad at a sparring match!”

You chuckled at his self-correction and watched the young boy quickly settle down next to you. He continued rambling about how the general told him he has only ever lost to you and that if he could beat you he could eventually best him one day. You giggled at your husband's mention of you and chimed in every now and then with words of advice on the techniques he wanted to improve on, earning a hearty “Thank you, mother!” In response and a notebook being pulled out so the student could record notes.

After a few minutes, the both of you stood up and prepared to take your battle stances. With your sword in hand, you waited for him to make the first offense. Yanqing soon picked up on this and readied his blade with a determined gaze, preparing to launch at you at full speed. Before he could make a move, however, a chuckle was heard approaching the two of you.

“Yanqing, you never waste a precious moment, do you? You still have much to learn about patience I see.”

You both paused your battle and turned to look at where the voice was coming from. You smiled at the sight of your beautiful husband making his way towards the both of you. Jing Yuan’s golden eyes met yours in a loving gaze before redirecting his attention to the young boy behind you.

“Ah- father… I just wanted to spar with Mother since you said you were too busy! The more I train the faster I can gain the strength to beat you.”

“True strength also comes from patience, young one. Something you still have yet to fully grasp.” The general replied, now standing before the boy. Yanqing looked down in shame and apologized to the elder.

“I apologize, I just really want to win against you just once, Father… you spoke so highly of Mother's combat experience that I thought if I could win against her, then I could have a greater chance at beating you.”

You placed a hand on Yanqing’s shoulder as a sign of reassurance, gaining both his and your husband’s attention before speaking.

“Don’t be so hard on him, dear. He's just a boy who still has much to learn from you. If I recall correctly, you were just as eager to become stronger, just like him.” You teased.

The silver-haired male's cheeks flushed a pink hue as Yanqing gasped and looked up at his father with a shocked look on his face. He was curious to know if what his mother had said was true. Was he really like the general when he was younger? How long did it take for him to get to where he was now? How strong was he at his age? Stronger than him, perhaps?

“That was ancient history, beloved… no need to speak on the past.”

“Uh-huh.” You said, placing your hand on his flushed cheek as he gazed at you in slight embarrassment. “Even then, Yanqing is showing great progress in achieving his goals. Let him spar with me for a bit dear, besides… I'm a bit tired as it is. I will only last for a few minutes.”

“Yeah! Please, Father! It'll only be for a few minutes like she said. Mom's already finished training as it is…” Yanqing piped up, causing both of you to turn your attention to the pleading male. He held his hands clasped together in a prayer like notion in front of his face.

“I promise to also wash the dishes if you let me! I’ll even take the trash out and-“

“Very well. I’ll allow it.” Your husband agrees, chest rumbling with an amused chuckle. You smiled at the two and picked up your blade from the ground, continuing to tune into their conversation. “However I expect you to keep true to your word. And also to exercise patience more.”

“Yes, general…”

“But first… allow me to steal away your mother for a brief moment. I do believe I deserve a kiss for completing my tedious paperwork.” Jing Yuan smiled slyly, grabbing your waist and pulling you in. You blushed as Yanqing shrieked and covered his eyes, attempting to burn the image of the general's closed eyes and puckered lips inching closer towards your face.

“DAD! NOT IN FRONT OF ME! AAAH- PLEASE GET A ROOM!”

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There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 1 | All Must Begin and End

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, you own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

Warnings | age gap (y/n is around 20 - 22 yrs old), y/n stages an accident, y/n gets hurt, jing yuan is mean in the beginning, y/n is referred to as princess and with she/her pronouns, implied that jing yuan messes around with maids, grammatical errors, etc.

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“The only thing granted to all is an unfair reality, and I promise, by surrendering to me, you can guarantee a long prosperous life.”

The emperor held his weapon to your father’s throat with a steady hand. Your father, in his weakened state, could only kneel to the ground. All the while, you, dressed in your frilly dress, could only peek around the corner of the door and into the thrown room as the scene unfolded. You see, your kingdom was originally at war with the Emperor and his grand nation. However, five years later and your nation was nothing but dirt and corpses as the Emperor let lightning rain down and scorch the ground.

There was nothing your nation could do to annex yourselves out of the Emperor’s tyranny, and any little freedom you did have was now squashed underfoot.

“A long and prosperous life,” your father muttered out, “let’s face it dear Emperor, the only thing left for me and my people is death now that you have laid out your judgement.”

Jing Yuan let his blade fall from your father’s neck, “then how about we come to an agreement?”

Your father finally looked up and Jing Yuan continued, “your nation’s land, trade, commerce, and wealth all belong to the Xianzhou, and all you and your people have to do is live peacefully and quietly under my rule.”

Your father scoffed, “that is basically the same deal as before this war was started!”

Jing Yuan glanced over to where you were hiding behind the corner, the moment your eyes met, you made a small, surprised yelp before hiding fully behind the wall. Jing Yuan looked back down to your father, “then how about a marriage proposal. You have a daughter, don’t you? With a marriage between the Xianzhou and your nation, you can guarantee that you and your people won’t fall to despair and resort to another war. And I can promise you, if you decide to rise up and rally your forces against me again, then this nation truly will be no more.”

“You- you really expect me to give away my only daughter?”

“The choice is yours.”

Your father bowed his head, his lips quivering, “Alright, but what type of life will my daughter be living?”

“As of today, your land, your wealth, and even your daughter is no longer yours to concern yourself with. The moment you agreed was the moment you let everything go.”

Everything after that was a blur. A complete and utter haze that has left you wondering how it all came to be this way. When the war started five years ago you truly thought everything was going to work out as your father has promised, but now? Five months after the war and you find yourself preparing for a wedding with a man who doesn’t even want to speak to you or acknowledge your existence.

“Princess?”

You glanced away from your window, the room you were staying is was vast. Your bed was filled with fuzzy, warm blankets with pillows as fluffy as can be. The carpet was soft and expensive looking. The dresses in your closet smooth as silk and. Your dresser filled with various jewelry that you didn’t even know existed. It was a luxurious room.

“Yes?”

The one who had entered your room was your own personal guard. His “name” was Blade. You knew that that wasn’t his real name, and when you asked about it, well, he didn’t seem too keen on sharing anything with you. So, you were forced with calling him that tacky name.

“Do you plan on staying here all day again?”

“I do.”

“Fine, then I will be off training. If you want to go somewhere, call on me to escort you.”

“I will.”

He left without another word.

And you did feel a little sad when he left, but only because he was one of the few people in this country that ever talked to you. Everyone else always kept their lips shut anytime you would pass them by in the halls.

It was a luxurious life, but you couldn’t help but to miss everyone back home.

“Maybe it’s time I try to break out of this engagement…”

In the past five months, you learned that Jing Yuan was as cold, distant, and cruel as the rumors made him out to be. He didn’t care for you at all. Not to mention that anytime you did run into him or speak to him he always had a beautiful and busty maid by his side who was all handsy with him. Your mother, of course, warned you of this. She warned you how men would prefer the excitement of being with someone they couldn’t have. So, it was no surprise to you when you would catch a maid being too close and familiar with him.

Not that it mattered.

Because you had a plan.

It was dangerous, and it would hurt, but it would be worth it.

Calming your nerves, you stood up from your windowsill, the gardens below becoming too boring to look at any longer.

Your plan consisted of accidentally running into one of the maids and falling down the long flight of stairs and that led into the main hall. There was no doubt in your mind that you will get hurt. But you were counting on it. In fact, what you really wanted was to either get amnesia or fake getting amnesia. Which is exactly why you were thankful Blade was already gone. Because before, the silent man would always be by your side, if you so much as trip he would already have an arm around your waist in order to steady you. It was annoying. So when it became apparent that you would stay in your room all day for the past two months, Blade gradually started to leave you alone which was exactly what you had wanted.

“Now, if I remember correctly, today is laundry day and the maids will be rushing around with big baskets around this time. If I time it perfectly, then…”

You smiled, it took a lot of time to get the schedules down, but you were sure this was going to work. Getting injured, faking amnesia, it was the only way you could think of breaking the engagement off. Well, it was that or running away. However, Jing Yuan made it clear that you would be executed if you ran away…

Steadying your heart, you opened your door. Blade was nowhere in sight and the maids could be heard down the hall.

“Perfect!”

You put your plan into effect.

The moment you hiked up your dress and started running down the hall, you were glad to see the maids already rushing about. But you couldn’t run into one of them right now. No, your goal was the stairs. Running a bit further, you could already see the railing making you smile.

This is really going to hurt, but I would rather be hurt than being married to that man!

“Excuse me Princess!”

“Watch out!”

“Ahh! Princess!”

And soon everything went dark. Your vision, your mind, you could feel the first fall and the way your head slammed into the first set of stairs, but other than that – you were swiftly knocked out. Though, before you fully lost consciousness, you could only hope that you wouldn’t have to fake amnesia when you woke up. Because you knew Jing Yuan was sharp. And acting wasn't your specialty at all.

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