lovingjingyuan

[lovingjingyuan]

having sex with aventurine as he fills u up and couldnt help but admire your bulging stomach.. ugh..

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. aventurine x female reader. smut, pwp. (unrealistic) tummy bulging. lots of cũm and creampiēs. reader gets called ‘baby / good girl’. not proof read !

“fuuuck, yeah— there we go, baby,” aventurine pants, the lopsided grin etched onto his lips as he watches you make those lewd expressions that have his balls tightening.

your drooling over yourself, looking a hot mess, but that’s exactly how the blond man likes having you beneath him. high-pitched moans fill the room—accompanied by the erotic squelch of your well-fucked hole.

“do you feel that, hm? gave ya so much cum. . .” aventurine sighs almost dreamily. his warm palm rubs your slightly swollen tummy, thumb rubbing circles around the lower skin. his eyes are filled with lust yet also with pure adoration.

aventurine kisses your lips once as his hips shallowly thrust into you, pelvis grinding lazily against your clit, “…’n you took it all like a good girl for me.”

there’s nothing that your lover likes more than visibly seeing the claim he made over you and your body.

your head is empty. the only thing you’re capable of thinking about is the copious amount of cum sloshing around in your tummy. load after load dumped right in your womb definitely has taken a toll on you. your puffy clit is throbbing due to the continuous stimulation.

you weakly look aventurine in the eyes. “..vasha,” your poor attempt at calling out his name makes the man let out a breathy chuckle.

“awwh— poor baby, guess i really broke you,” aventurine murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. his cock slides out of your pussy with a faint, wet ‘pop’. it’s covered with your combined juices from tip to base. “i’m sorry,” he coos, but judging by the smug expression on his face, he’s anything but sorry.

you whine in response because that’s all you’re really capable of doing. you babble something incoherent between your sharp gasps, to which aventurine shakes his head. he lovingly rubs your cheek with his hand, the red tip of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, “too full, you say?”

aventurine laughs softly and runs his hands up and down your sides. his lips leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your lightly bulging tummy. “no no, it’s never too full,” he comments lightheartedly. he knows you can handle more.

you could handle his cock rearranging your guts, bumping against your cervix painfully yet deliciously, the outline of his fat cock visible on the stretched skin of your abdomen. . . it’s never too much.

“bet i can stuff ‘nother big load inside this pretty little cunt,” aventurine continues, a slight tease to his tone, but he is absolutely serious. his dick twitches at the thought and his hips jerk forward to grind against your heated cunt in a needy manner.

your nails dig into his bare back, holding onto him for stability. your head is spinning and your vision is blurry as you nod without any thought. you moan, “mhhh, want it,”

that response sends a shiver down your lover’s spine. aventurine lets out a small whimper beneath his breath which he covers up with a strangled chuckle, “see?”

“greedy thing. . .” he adds in a sultry tone. the blond man bites his lip as he rubs the head of his twitching cock between your slit, latching onto your soaked entrance. his cum is still dribbling out of you in pearly globs, yet your cunt welcomes him in again.

aventurine shudders at the feeling, “fuck— she can’t get enough. but who am i to deny you, hm?”

your eyes roll back when you feel him sink into the depths of your cum stuffed pussy, stretching you obscenely wide. your heart rate picks up as you moan his name out loud once more.

aventurine coos at you and kisses your cheeks to help you get used to the stretch again. his hand instinctively lands on your filled tummy, fingertips tracing the way his cock is making the skin stretch one the outside as well.

that familiar smirks etches onto aventurine’s face as he realises that he’s about to absolutely wreck you, have you filled with both his cock and cum until you’re nearly passing out.

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m not lettin’ go until you’ve milked me completely dry, yeah?”

[lovingjingyuan]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ?

[1.1k] Pairing | Quinn Hughes x afab!reader Summary| what's a better way to fall asleep than hot sex. literally. Warnings | 18+ smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), making out, fingering, swearing, pet names (princess), tiny bit of degradation kink (slut), praise kink, I think that's all? Authors Note | need quinn in my neck <3333 I was shit tired when most of this was written but I am not sorry for thirsty as fuck quinner

If she weren’t already hot as it was, Quinn’s body wrapped around her just added a cherry on top. For a guy who almost fought Jack over having the big fan in his room (his argument being that Jack had it last summer when they all stayed at the lake house), Quinn didn’t seem to mind the heat when he pressed his chest into her back, one arm securely wrapped around her waist, hand on her breast while his other fell numb tucked under her head. 

Y/n’s eyelids struggled, yet not even the fan's hum could lull her to sleep while the bedroom sat at a horrible twenty-one degrees, skin sticky and her boyfriend’s breath flushing over her neck. At least he hadn’t started snoring, yet. Her mind awake, she fidgeted, hoping a new position would find a cool patch but instead, she pushed her ass back into Quinn, cock already wide awake and now poking at her prominently. Her breath hitched, fast asleep and horny, Captain Quinn’s always full of surprises. 

“Mmm,” he softly moaned into her shoulder, voice husky and muffled, “stop moving s’much.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” His hand palmed her tit, grinding his cock into her ass and placing lazy, wet kisses on her neck. Heat pooled in her stomach, eyes fluttering closed as he nipped at her neck. 

“S’kay, was already awake. Thought I woke you.” he slid his hand off her chest and under her shirt, flat palm soothing over her stomach, teasing the waistband of her panties.

“Just can’t sleep.” she twisted her body around slightly, enough so she could see his face retract from her neck and elbow prop himself up above her, noses ghosting. Even in the dark his eyes still bored into hers like she were the only woman on the planet, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips in some sort of carnal dilemma. 

“I can think of something that would help.” his voice just above a whisper, rumbling through his chest but still nothing but soft-spoken and dripping with honey, bucking his hips sharply into her. 

“Your family are literally asleep, I’m not having an awkward breakfast.”

“What? You can’t sleep and I’m horny, I think it’s a great idea,” his lips connected with hers, tongue taking no hesitation to enter her mouth and lap hers, moving with a sensual rhythm and drawing low moans from her throat, “Think you can be quiet, princess?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “m’gonna be quiet.” 

Quinn kissed her again, bruisingly, with gluttony for her taste. Remnants of peppermint toothpaste invaded his tastebuds as their saliva gathered at the corners of their mouths. The way he made out with her could’ve been enough foreplay in itself with the way his groans lured arousal out of her, drenching her panties and forcing her thighs to clamp for the slightest dose of friction. He pulled her legs apart, moving one to hook around his hip so his fingers could trace feathery circles over her clit, teasing and igniting the sparks to surge through her body.

“S’fucking wet,” he smirked, “and I’ve barely touched you. What a little slut you are.” He dove back in, rougher until they pulled away for air. 

“Slut for you, your little slut,” y/n’s breathing quickened, becoming shuddered when his finger pulled her panties to the side, sliding through her dewing folds and rubbing circles on her bundle. Quinn’s lips tugged into a smile, his shorts tight and while exhilarating pleasure erupted in watching her squirm and mewl, the pulsing in his cock kicked off some sort of cruel lust that devoured him. “Need you inside, please.”

“Because you asked so nicely,” his middle finger plunged in, her lips parting as if to make a noise. He loved feeling her squeeze around him, beg him for more and when she did he slipped his ring finger in, mesmerised with the stained mewls she made in an attempt to stay quiet. Quinn’s fingers curled inside her, his chest swelling at her head tilting back and her bucking to meet his pace. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Faster, shit please, faster,” he listened, driving his fingers to stroke her walls, “so good, Quinn, feels so good.”

The throbbing was unbearable, his fingers getting more action than his dick and her whispy volume may as well have been tugging him off. Quinn’s mind fogged watching her chest heave and eyebrows knit, body squirming the faster his fingers fucked her until she was breathless. He’d just been dreaming about that moment, but fantasies can only get you so far, the real thing proved twice as euphoric.

He pulled them out, fast, “Fuck this.” He flipped her back onto her side, pulling his angry cock from his shorts and running the tip along her sensitive folds, squeezing his eyes closed at the electric sensation that finally hit his body. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he delved inside her and was immediately welcomed into a tight embrace. “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck me, Quinn, please.” With her back against his chest, her hand fisted her pillow, his hips thrusting at a voracious pace, melting into her with every whimper that matched his hips. She stuffed her face into her pillow to silence herself, tears pricking and wetting the case the more the knot in her stomach tightened and twisted. 

Despite instructing her to stay quiet, Quinn’s grunts would’ve given them away if his head weren’t in her hair. He’d never been this worked up before but living under the same roof as your family while spending every day watching his girlfriend prance around in short shorts and tiny bikinis and not having the freedom to fuck her senseless had that effect, he just wished they were absent so he could hear her scream his name like a mantra. 

“Gonna cum-” y/n mumbled, cutting herself off with a strangled whine feeling his movements become slower but harsher.

“With me, princess,” his pace became sloppy, rigid and desperate, “cum with me.”

The knot snapped, a muffled whine tearing through her as Quinn fucked her languidly through her orgasm, his thick ropes filling her, stuffing her full and leaking down her thighs while they lay there, catching their breaths and muttering ‘I love you’ endlessly. She licked her lips, taking deep breaths and letting her eyes drift shut, limbs exhausted and sleep finally ready to tuck her in. He smiled, kissing her cheek.

“You did so well. Don’t sleep jus’ yet, gotta clean you up.” 

“I’ll piss but only if you carry me.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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The fact he still came back to score ��😻

Couldn't watch it sadly cuz I was baking 🥲

this is what a successful blood sacrifice looks like* | 12.8.24 tbl @ van

*context: after being high-sticked and having to briefly leave to be treated, quinn scored the first goal of the game

[lovingjingyuan]

From ✨anon

[lovingjingyuan]

hey guys. welcome back

[lovingjingyuan]

I love and think about Emperor Jing Yuan a lot. Like a servant girl getting called in to be the emperor Jing Yuan's Concubine 😋

I love ancient China like the history, art and clothing. when I think about Chinese Emperor Jing Yuan I think of Cinderella Chef (animated version) it's so cute and romantic. I also think about the fic series I used to read in 2020 or 2019 when the reader is the selected tailor for the emperor and the emperor falls in love.

It was such a good story, with many good different story elements to it even though it's was an yandere x reader 😭 and I'm not even exaggerating how good it is. It was slow burn yandere yet sooo good and worth it

I have to read it again cause it's sooo good.

There's sooo many good art of Jing Yuan in ancient Chinese clothing and I love and appreciate it sm 🤤

Jing Yuan kept a servant girl as his concubine, wanting her by his side every moment. As emperor, he faced countless threats and worried constantly for her safety. Yet, he couldn’t resist making her his bride, even though the public and his family disapproved. How could a servant girl from a humble background become empress alongside the emperor? But he paid no attention to their criticisms, choosing instead to live in his Fantasies with her. She was the only woman he’d ever met who cared for him beyond his wealth and title, and he was determined to keep her close forever. 😇

Wow, I also like Chinese palace stories actually!! What you said made me imagine a lot. It turns out that Jing Yuan is so suitable for the palace AU🥰✊

Have you watched "Story of Yanxi Palace"? It was a popular palace drama in 2018, and social media was all about it at that time. The historical prototype of the female protagonist is Empress Xiaoyichun (孝儀純皇后). She first started as a concubine. During her lifetime, she was the "Imperial Noble Consort" (皇貴妃), which was the highest position among the concubines after Empress. The core of its story is about a confident servant woman who starts from the bottom and moves up through the ranks with wisdom and courage.

A negative example is "Ruyi's royal love in the palace". The show still gets a lot of negative criticism in China today (yes, that's happening in 2024) - for its slut-shaming and superiority theories. The lower class people must be loyal to the noble people, otherwise they will be severely punished. There are a lot of torture scenes of women, never criticizing the mistakes of the misogynistic system, vilifying all historical figures just to beautify the female protagonists, advocating that women must be loyal to one man throughout their lives or else they are sluts, vilifying and torturing ambitious women, etc.

Oh, I'm sorry I really hate that TV show so I'm talking too much about it, but to get back to the point, it occurred to me that if Jing Yuan were the emperor, he would be very - very infatuated and dedicated. There was an emperor in Chinese history called "Emperor Xiaozong of Ming"(明孝宗) who insisted on living a monogamous life with only one empress. The same is true for Jing Yuan! Jing Yuan has only married you from beginning to end! You are one of his servants. No matter what your personality is, witty and lively/shy and kind, or even arrogant, Jing Yuan finds you really cute🥰💖He is very happy that you entered the palace and were assigned to serve him. He will sometimes sleep on your lap and ask you to feed him. He was like a big sleeping lion. But no one in politics dares to underestimate Jing Yuan because he always predicts everything.

Jing Yuan built a fruit garden in the palace, as well as a place to raise cats and birds. He got to pet cute cats and birds every day. The kittens purred around him. Maybe you were the servant who took care of the cats here. And he discovered you💖You are so suitable to be the mother of cats. And maybe he's hiding his identity and you care about his health and happiness before his status.

Politics and the harem are closely related. Those ministers petitioned Jing Yuan to marry a girl who matched his status, but he would not marry any girl except you. This is his own business! There was an emperor named "Emperor Gaozong of Tang"(唐高宗) in Chinese history. Despite the objections of his ministers, he insisted on marrying his father's concubine (named "Wuzhao"- 武曌) as his queen and sharing power with her. This is a very real love among emperors! After her husband's death, the queen became the only female emperor of China. The expression of the emperor's love for someone is to give them the best at all costs, including power, fame, wealth, and status. Jing Yuan wants to give it to you. He married you. Based on your status as a maid, you start as a concubine but work your way up. And he will also give birth to kitty babies with you. Those little princesses and princes running happily are all of your blood and his.

And he also decided to discuss politics and decide national affairs with you, collectively called "two saints" (based on Wuzhao's history haha), and share power with you. Because he knows how smart and cute you are, able to sharpen your claws and handle government affairs💖He is also ready to build a royal mausoleum, where only the two of you are buried together (it may be a bit scary, but this is how the Chinese emperors express their love haha). Even after Wuzhao became the empress, she didn’t build a mausoleum independently because she loved her husband. No matter what, you are always together, with sweetness and honor forever💖

[lovingjingyuan]

Aventurine x reader

Warning: +18, Sweet kind sex

Aventurine

Who is so smooth with his words while leaving soft kisses on your skin as he pushes his fingers inside of you earning delicate gasps and moans from your pretty lips. The way his lips would linger on your skin every momentarily. Every idiom that left his lips was gentle, lighthearted and affectionate.

“You really are squeezing my finger mh? Proves to me: how much you indulge in this,” he moaned as he pressed more tender kisses on your neck and curled his fingers, pressing in and out at your warmth.

His face softs at your expression as he bats his eyes over at yours. His heart fluttered like a butterfly gaining its first wings. Everytime he looks over at your face it is love at first sight all over again.

“Kakavasha.”

His heart burst like flowers blooming in the spring. The muscles in his mouth curves to a smile. His eyes falter to your words.

He taunts you by gently bopping your nose as you ask for more, “Aren’t you greedy? Can’t get enough of me, mh? Am I that hard to resist?”

In his heart, you were the most alluring art that he was blessed with. His heart plays a beautiful melody in your presence. He couldn’t help but indulge his lips against yours, relishing this as it was his last. This every amorous moment felt warm and inviting.

With his finger still moist with your wet slick, he pushes you deeper into the mattress, snaking his hands beneath your legs. His lips trail up your thighs, planting soft kisses against the skin. He bats his lashes, observing your frame relaxing in his tender touch.

“Do you know the most cherishable prize I’ve won from all my gambles?”

“Mh?”

“You.”

He truly felt content.

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Wanna suck hockey player dick. Matt Rempe and Jack Hughes. GO DEVILS TONIGHT!!!

Edit: 4-2 the devils are losing. I'm not okay. Nico got hit in the face with the puck :(

[lovingjingyuan]

what about friends w benefits w aventurine but he's actually in love or something idkk im just love with ur writing♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

・✶ ｡ synopsis — aventurine and you have sworn that your special relationship would never cross the most important line <3

warnings — fwb, spooning position, big dick aventurine is in love, fem! reader <3

aventurine lays behind you as his nose silently forges a road up your neck and behind your ear for his lips to swiftly follow— for once, he controls himself and leisurely drapes one arm around your waist, pressing your back against his cold chest.

you cannot see it, yet his eyes glint with that familiar mix of curiosity and, well, something else— something deeper that he never voiced nor actually planned to voice at all.

since your arrangement had been clear from the start;

friends with benefits, point blank, in fact, it helped the both of you let go of much needed steam every now and then— it's perfect, truly, if feelings aren't involved that is.

yet here it began, because every time you were together there was an unspoken tension on his part, a feeling he couldn't quite place.

he strokes over your waist now, his touch lingering way longer than necessary as he slowly lined himself up with your heat, "you feel a little tense," he whispers, voice soft, heart beating.

as he inserts his tip, his fingers trail down your bare back, sending a multitude of shivers across your skin as you immediately lean back into his touch, craving the comfort and the thrill— the somewhat exciting thought of being intimate with a man like aventurine himself yet keeping it hidden from outsiders, even from your own emotions.

as his hands roamed over your body, exploring familiar territory, you felt the practiced ease of your routine and just how well he knew you by now— not only that, but your body.

ugh, when he preaches his cock through you for the very first time this time you moan out instantly, it makes him groan too, you know, even louder when you gets breathless from the pressure building in your stomach.

far away from your sight, there was always an underlying tenderness in his actions, a carefulness that contradicted the casual nature of your relationship, "e-enjoying yourself?" he drawls, his voice low.

if he could only tell you just how beautiful you are without making it sound weird.

you grind back as he squeezed your ass, hard, against his palm— that's more like it, that's how you like it and how your special friendship should be like, aventurine knows, he needs to know.

you grind against his pelvis, circling your hips, fucking back into him without pattern and turning into an embarrassing mess of moans and whimpers.

you whine, trying to escape the hot curl and fluttering in your chest, "always with you, you know t-that."

and yeah, that's something he loves to hear— next to pressing and thrusting into your cunt until he feels your slick slither down his shaft and oh? having his fingers on your clit too? making you feel so good.

aventurine cannot stop himself anymore, with hunger he rolls and rubs his fingers harder against your clit, faster, ignoring the twinge in his wrist as you began to mercilessly shake against his chest, circling your hips and squeezing him with your hole.

it's so filthy, having his spit coat and mark you up while his thick cock snapped you open in each and every thrust of his— and you always knew it'll hurt a little whenever he twitches within your walls, he must hurt with a size like that, in fact, just looking at him and you'd immediately know he's packed down there.

in spite of fact something behind your sight happens— because you see, his gaze softens for a moment, and there it was, a flicker of something he always tries to hide— a deep, unspoken affection that fuck, damn it, he was in love, aventurine fucking loved you.

he began to kiss your neck more furiously, kiss, suck and bite it— then go slower again, messily lap and add enough saliva on your skin so it'd glow even through the shadowed bedroom as to savor this very moment.

sheer unawareness covers the deepest truths— while love, lust and passion, all formed to dust in order to keep your friendship going for as long as he was able to would not resort in any problems.

no trouble, correct? if only you knew how it has been killing him inside.

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[lovingjingyuan]

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Hi hi mootie! ❤️ I originally had an small idea I wanted to write on Jing Yuan with an assassin reader, but gave up lol. Okay so: She was assigned to assassinate Jing Yuan, but found it difficult to even meet him; getting her chance to complete her task at hand it backfires on her! Inspo

Your writtig is so yummy! Also do you ever plan on writing Aventurine? i can provide you basic info on Aventurine for writing <3

cw: nsfw, mdni, fem!reader !!

Jing Yuan x reader nfsw !!

wc: 460+ !!

note: aawwh tysm for showing love and appreciation for my writings and I do plan on writing Aventurine so you're always welcome on my inbox or dms for providing info abt him !!

. Originally you were meant to be a skilled and strong assassin that was supposed to assasinate the cloud knights general so how did you end up in this situation..?

it wasn't rare that Jing Yuan would have people chasing after him because of his position, skills and what not.

and because of such matters he wasn't that concerned when he first realized your presence in the countryard while he was drinking tea but of course he did keep his guard

one time you took a slight glance out of your hiding spot to see his face and he decided to test the waters by making direct eye contact with you and how you immediately hid back in your place made him chuckle under his breath.

He tried doing anything and everything to tease and annoy you without making you realize that he knew about you.

Why? Because it was fun :)

there was no reason for him to tease you like that but for him it was so fun to see you frustrated, a blushing mess for embarrasing yourself for the huge mistakes because..

because...?

why?

it didn't make sense but it did something to him nevertheless.

Three weeks already passed, the organization that hired you was now demanding that you find a way to kill him or atleast try to hurt him as much as possible and you didn't know how and..

another thing was that

you felt like slowly falling for him

you didn't know what caused you to have such feelings for a person who was supposed to be assassinated by you so you tried to ignore such feelings

and unfortunately you had to choose the last resort and threw your feelings to the side..

or did you?

you decided to assassinate Jing Yuan while he was sleeping in his room midnight

of course... It was hard to pass around the guards, some even put to eternal sleep by you because of how annoying they were but the end you finally reached your destination

his room.

you gently opened the door to see the man sleeping shirtless in a king sized bed

"wow...I didn't know the general needed such a large bed just for one person"

you thought to yourself as you took silent steps near him and pulled out your dagger

you felt bad like really bad..

you didn't want to kill him you didn't want to do this but you had to.. you already signed the contract and took the money

so you closed your eyes and just as you were about to kill him you felt a hand grip your wrist tightly

your eyes opened up and widened in shock

"wait- what?"

just as you were about to come to your senses the general immediately threw your body to the other side of the bed by the hand he was griping (don't ask if it even makes sense idk bruh)

and sits up and cages you in his arms

"Now tell me my dear, who you might be and what you are doing in my own chambers hm?"

He said with a smirk looking at you

now the rest is for you to imagine <3

[lovingjingyuan]

Hi I hope you're having a nice day. So being shared between Ratio and Aventurine. What if reader prefer one another like in a emotional relationship + physical relationship + during sex. Like we prefer and like Aventurine more than Ratio; constantly cling around keeping Aventurine company all the time and only wanting to be in bed with Aventurine which is super obvious, but when we're with Ratio we're very unaffectionate towards him, not affectionate and loving like when we're with Aventurine. And reversed with liking ratio more than Aven

This dynamic is delicious, isn’t it? 🤤 Ratio looks so stern... you can't help but turn to the arms of the gentler one...

Ratio is not happy with this and will be harsher on you…

Aventurine and Ratio share you. Not the exact "Monday is yours, Thursday is mine" kind of thing, but a casual sharing. It all depends on their mood and decision at the time. So, it's obvious that you prefer Aventurine. You always nuzzled your face into the gambler's chest, looked at him, shook his arm (even obediently put on that super revealing outfit, put on bunny ears, or let him decorate your body with jewelry ).

But when it's Ratio's turn, you always show reluctance and endure without emotion. Ratio thought that reading a book to you was a very indulgent act of intimacy, but you were drowsy. You pouted and sighed, not appreciating his intellectual questioning and sharing of knowledge. What's unforgivable is that when the gambler calls you, your eyes light up, you jump off his lap and run to him.

You little idiot. There is no requirement for wisdom. Only interested in capitalist fetishism.

He watched you with your hands spread wide, bouncing on Aventurine's cock with overwhelming pleasure. That's definitely not fair, right? After all, both he and he have restricted your freedom, why do you only show your feelings to one of them…? Just because that gambler can talk sweet talk…? If grandiose words attract you, then you are superficial. He accused you inwardly, frowning.

You need correction, no doubt about it. Aventurine had no objections. Put you on Ratio's lap. His harsh palm is branding your ass. Smack smack. You were squirming and sobbing, "I-I'm sorry!" After the spanking, you sat on him with your legs spread wide, your private parts rubbing his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. There will be "training" for the next few hours. You must look him in the eyes without looking away for a second, and without asking for help from that cunning gambler.

It's about how you respect the Veritas Ratio, after all. (You couldn't look away, so you didn't notice Aventurine stroking his cock.)

[lovingjingyuan]

cw: oral sex, gunplay, dacryphilia, dubcon, coercion/manipulation

you realize aventurine will do anything to chase the high that comes with adrenaline.

.

.

.

"do you like it? i picked it up from a friend on my travels."

aventurine waits for your reaction as he hands you the velvet case. you hold up the revolver. not sure of the make or model. it looked like an antique- but very recently refurbished. the manufacturer was from another planet. they didn't even make these anymore, as aventurine had bragged to you.

"its heavy? is it real?"

you hold the weapon in your palm, feeling the weight of it. your gaze travels from the leather handle along the barrel and muzzle, watching as the metal glinted in the light as you passed it back to aventurine.

you felt uneasy seeing him load the chamber with a few rounds from his pocket. was he planning on using those?

he smiles at you as he loads the last round, gives it a spin and pops the chamber back in place with a click. he lets out a bark of laughter at the sound and the way you flinch.

"yeah..." that sounded like money, he emphasizes with a sigh, throwing his head back and taking in a deep exhale.

he aims his sights on you now, stepping closer with the gun in tow and you eye him with uncertainty. you trusted him, no doubt. but he'd never mentioned his interest in guns before. you wondered how much experience he had with shooting.

he seems to read your thoughts, offering you a laugh.

"i've won a few thousand with this little party trick here. a couple guys throw cash in a pile and we pass it around."

"and do what?" you question. you had this gnawing, anxious feeling that told you you already knew the answer. you hoped you were wrong.

aventurine looks over his sunglasses with amusement. like an idea had just formed in his head.

"come here babe.. why don't you let me show you?"

you nervously take a step towards him, but you're swept off your feet instantly. he holds you by the waist, as if you were dancing- and places the gun right between your eyes. you whimper as he puts his finger on the trigger. everything happening too fast for your brain to register and you panic- begging him not to do it.

he lowers the revolver when he sees the raw fear in your eyes. you were really scared just now. it stirs up something inside of him seeing you like that, and he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"don't worry... i'd never let you play with this."

he seems to wave off the idea for now, but its clear this interaction has scratched an itch inside his brain. a place deep inside of him that liked seeing your shocked, fearful expression. he wanted to see how your face looked dripping with tears. the thought alone made him shiver. though he needs to calm you down a little before he can try what he wants to do next. he shushes your soft cries, rubbing your back and putting on a softer, gentle tone.

"babe, don't look so scared.. look, i'll show you there's not really much to it."

he places the revolver against his temple, pulling the trigger with no regard and you scream in horror. fully expecting to be painted with his brains and carnage when his head exploded. aventurine howls with laughter at your reaction, pulling you close by your waist to press your lips together. he speaks to you in that infuriatingly affectionate tone, the one he puts on when he knows you're upset with him. he rubs his nose against your face, breathing in your scent and placing kisses against your cheek and neck.

"mmm... you're so cute, you know that? what? did you really think i'd die? hmm?"

you whimper against his lips and shove at his chest, cursing at him and swearing you couldn't do this anymore. bringing up his shortcomings and all the times he'd left you to worry.

he doesn't let you go, kissing you roughly against the side of your face, and letting go so hard that you fall to the ground. he stands over you, offering you his hand.

"awww.. you don't mean that, baby. we both know that. come here.."

you swear you could hate him. he doesn't even take your threats to leave him seriously. you want to smack his hand away. especially the one still holding the revolver. what was wrong with him?

he sits back in a chair at the table, watching you from above. you looked good like that on your knees. he leans forward, tucking your hair behind your ear and he sighs.

"do you have any idea what you do to me?"

you get an idea what he means when he pulls you closer, immediately guiding your hand between his legs, pressing your palm flat against the strained fabric. his breathing quickens and he pushes up against the feeling of your hand, twirling the revolver at the same time.

you start to question him, but he's a step ahead of you. unfastening his leather belt, and spreading his knees apart. he gives you a pathetic, pleading look- one you'd seen so many times before. he wanted you to take care of him. you hated that it actually worked.

you sigh deeply, but you quickly get to work, pulling his zipper open and fumbling with the fabric of his boxers, the designer name printed on the waistband. you slide it down until his cock is freed. he's already rock hard.

he kisses the top of your head affectionately, praising you as he smooths a hand over your hair. you always treated him so well, he didn't deserve you. he swore he'd buy you a boquet of roses and take you to the most expensive restaurant in the galaxy after this.

you'd heard it all before. you give him a hum in reply, taking him into your mouth.

as you work him with your lips and tongue, aventurine gets increasingly more and more vocal. his shallow breaths, and soft curses, along with the metal clinking of the revolver in his hand. you'd nearly forgotten he was still holding it until you swear you hear a click.

you aren't able to pull away, aventurine placing a firm hand into your hair to hold your head down, his hips pushing forward to slide his cock deeper into your mouth. you try to breathe calmly through your nose. thinking maybe you'd misheard something. what was he doing? you try to tap his thigh, but he seems unwilling to stop now.

"d-don't stop... ah... k-keep going, baby. yeah... just like that..."

after a moment, you hear the click again, and you flinch. you whimper, trying to figure out what's going on, but aventurine begins to thrust into your mouth, holding you down as his cock hits the back of your throat. he moans, and stutters out something about being close, and you hear another click.

you start to sob softly, realization hitting you like a train. he was holding the gun to his head again.

you pray silently that the chamber is empty each time he decides to keep up this insane adrenaline chase. aventurine wipes away your tears, bringing them up to his tongue, moaning at the taste. and you feel the way he twitches, his cock pulsating on the flat of your tongue, the salty remnants of precum starting to leak and fill your tastebuds.

you hear the gun click one last time and aventurine lets out a guttural groan as he spills himself into your mouth, pressing your head down as far as possible. you hold his thighs, trying to swallow it down and pull in oxygen through your nose.

he breathes deeply, giving a few weak thrusts into your mouth until he's spent, taking his hand off of your head and you pull his half-hard member out of your mouth with a pop, gasping for air. you cough, wiping away your tears, and you see him wiping the sweat from his brow. the revolver still hangs from his hand, and he whistles.

"shit, baby.. that was incredible.."

he tucks himself back into his pants, finally noticing your discomfort. and he reaches out to pull you close, taking a silk handkerchief from his jacket embroidered with his name, gently wiping your face.

"awww.. you poor thing.. you're a mess, you know that?"

you try to slap his hands away, but he only hugs you tighter, peppering your face in unwanted kisses- and you feel your anger growing red-hot.

"what? don't be like that! i told you i've done this before! don't you trust me?"

you look away as he strokes your face apologetically with his gloved fingers, whispering words of affection between his kisses- swearing this would be the last time he made you worry.

but you knew better. the cold feeling of his gold rings against your face- and the sound of the gun he hadn't placed down near your ear did little to comfort you.

[lovingjingyuan]

TW: non-con, mean, lots of punishment, sorry I'm a masochist 😔😌

So…I can't help but think how similar Ratio and Aventurine are in giving confusing punishment instructions…well, assuming you did something wrong, for Aventurine that would be a random excuse, for Ratio it would be because: you are not reading and wasting your time doing things you like.

And then…you have to face your punishment. Aventurine sighed like he didn't mean to do this. It's unfortunate that you forced him to do this. He explains to you the rules of choosing a punishment, like gambling. If your die lands more than 4 then it's 10 minutes spanking, if only 1 it's 20 minutes spanking + edging, 3 is 20 minutes spanking + over stimulation, if 2? Yeah, okay, he will only spank you for 8 minutes. If you win 3 numbers from his lottery ticket you avoid the penalty, and if you win 2 numbers you win a dildo and a ribbon to tie your hands! You are always so confused when you listen…

This punishment, that punishment.

There’s also the orgasm challenge I mentioned before. If you don't cum within the time limit, you'll keep getting creampied, but the orgasm will be against your will. Imagine you are being face to face with Aventurine. His cock was buried deep in the warm wetness of your vagina and thrust in and out, almost bruising your cervix. You were crying, your areola bulging under his thumb, a little sweat on your skin, glistening in the light.

There is also a timer placed next to you. You turned your head away, noticing that there was not much time left, but Aventurine deliberately slowed down the pace of his thrusts, grinning to see how you would respond. If you don't want to be creampied for the rest of the night, you have to be smart about your arousal. You move your hand to your clit, trying to rub it, but he puts your hands back above your head while rocking his waist back and forth, pressing his balls against your quivering petals.

"No cheating."

Your tears were building, "P-please. Aventurine, I…"

"Uh-oh, last 30 seconds," he announced easily. You watched in horror as the seconds ticked by, urging your body towards orgasm. You cooperate, but Aventurine stops moving, just watching you passionately ravaging yourself with his cock. He counts down.

"10- 9- 8- 7-"

You trembled, curled your toes, and bounced up, pretending to orgasm on his cock, then exhaled. He smiled. "Fake orgasm. You really think I can't tell? You used to scream and squirt."

"No-I'm serious-" You bit your lip, defending yourself.

"Yeah, now the next round begins. You win your own creampie." He started thrusting again, hearing your whimper drowned in the moans, immersed in the whirlpool.

Eh, it's really late at night😴 I can't write the Ratio part. That's it for today.

[lovingjingyuan]

Hi!! I've been reading your first for awhile and I think you're such a great writer and I was wondering if I could request a yandere Sunday/welt/jingyuan/blade where the reader has depression and how they'd handle it? You could add anything you like :) thank you!

Thank you sm for the compliment. I'm so glad someone enjoys my works <333 Tbh I don't find my writing good cuz my English isn't so good for writing ;-; also when i writing this on google docs it was like 7 pages long.

Warning: 2.7K words, A bit affectionate in Jing Yuan and Aventurines part, manipulation, abuse of power, gaslighting, emotional abuse,

Info at bottom

Pairing: (Yandere) Sunday, Welt, Jing Yuan, Blade, Aventurine x Reader

Sunday Sunday wouldn't be able to handle it well, but instead, he would unintentionally cause further damage to your mental state. It’s elusive getting you to cooperate with his subjectives. He couldn’t quite bring himself to understand why you aimlessly slumber like this, showing little to no affection and he deluges you with this subjective perfect life. You were in a gilded cage ornate into a display of artwork, but to Sunday you’ll always be that vulnerable bird, needing guidance and protection. He couldn’t grasp the idea of why you still yearn for freedom when he can provide you with everything you desire.

You reminded Sunday of the time when he and his sister Robin once took a weak bird under their wing. The bird is like you; too weak and vulnerable for this cruel reality. Yet, his subjective never appealed to your line of reasoning. To you, people are meant to make their own choices and yearn for the touch of freedom. But to him the weak must be helped and preserved by the strong and by that you’re weak. 

Instead of offering you normal support and seeking treatment for you he would isolate you further, making watch of your every movement and ensuring you’re always in his presence every second. 

To Sunday he couldn’t just let you go now, not after all his sacrifices and efforts to hold you captive in his presence. He started to lie and twisted his thoughts into believing that this is the only path to achieve mutual happiness and to ensure your safety. Yet, it further broke him even though you refuse to make and remain apathetic with him. Your constant depression and lack of motivation left him feeling adrift. You rarely are able to take care of yourself anymore leaving him completely lost.

All he can hope is for you to develop Stockholm syndrome. He prays that your depression and lack of happiness will lead you to believe he’s the only one who can mend the wounds on your heart, filling any empty void. 

“Please stop lying on the bed. You’ve been there all day. You know that’s far from healthy and will only worsen your state,” he silently pleaded with you hoping by any miracle you would follow through. This constant isolation he put you through has been driving both you and him mad. But in the end, you lost all light in you. No longer able to plead with him any further for salvation.  

You can just simply close your eyes falling further back into nihility. 

“Please, my dear, you can't keep doing this to me… to yourself-”

‘I’m fine, ' you snapped. How his heart ached at your indifference.

“No, you’re not okay. Your behavior is absolutely absurd!” he remained unfalter on the edge of the bed next to you. Sunday’s mind ran blink on ways to save you from deluging any further in depression. He could release you, but he’s scared the moment he does. You would leave him forever like the bird he and his sister raised.

He leaned in, brushing your hair aside to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. He will continue to keep you here with him indefinitely, trying to keep his own sanity intact as well as yours. He only remains resolute to keep you here with him, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge his wrongdoings.

“It’s not a sin. I’m doing this for the greater good.”

I believe Yandere Sunday is just manipulative in wanting to keep you, he’s no sadist but I also believe he cares a whole lot about his public image which is now RUINED! Sunday would be a good lover if you comply or not obsessed over you. Sunday would be the type to say, "Oh my days." :)

Welt During his lifetime Welt had witnessed a lot and many tragedies. Despite his knowledge and understanding of the consequences of his actions, he couldn’t suppress his urges when it came to you. Welt always made sure to keep a watchful eye over you, safeguarding you from any troubles. He would usually spend a lot of his time watching over you and observing any anomalous behavior from you. 

One sudden day he started noticing you developing odd behaviors and your daily schedule becoming a trouble. You also started to develop a habit of dissociating away from your peers, he was no exception. This unusual behavior disturbs him because it meant he can’t keep a close eye on you. 

Now I feel how he’ll handle this can go two ways: He seeks immediate professional help for you OR tries to handle this situation himself. The reason why Welt would try to handle this situation himself is to prevent you from becoming self-aware. To Welt, becoming self-aware poses a challenge to him as you’re more aware and knowledgeable of your surroundings and who is around you. He would do everything in his power to leave you clueless and thoughtless towards your surroundings so you don’t become aware of any manipulation he inflicted on you in the past.

Manipulation such as convincing you to stay with the Astral Express by his side 24/7. Welt truly cares about you and needs to see you heal. To him you’re the light in the room full of darkness in his heart. Every time you smile, laugh even when you’re clumsy or mess up he can’t help but smile, feeling relaxed near your presence. Even if you're not the brightest person you still light and warm up his heart. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, raising a brow as the bottom of his cane taps the floor behind you. Deep down he knows the answer and urges you to tell him the truth, finding comfort in his presence like he does in yours. 

“I’m alright,” you intensity waiver him away.

Unfazed by your response, he persisted, “You really don’t need to pretend, around me.”

If you do manage to admit and confess your feelings he would categorize it as depression. Welt will immediately try and cheer you up, letting March, Dang Heng and Stelle; his trusted companions around you. He will try every day to lift your spirits even letting you choose where to go for the next trailblazing expeditions. 

Welt attempts to educate himself more on the topic of depression, so he can create a safe environment for you. Although he might not exactly provide professional help he will solve it ethically.

Lol I can't see Welt keeping you captive. He would probably pressure you or convince you to join the Astral Express so he can keep a close eye on you. He's very careful when being possessive over you. Himeko and Dan Heng can catch on quickly so he would try to make you fall in love with him.

Jing Yuan Jing Yuan, a high achieving General, a man who no one can hate personally, aged over 600 years and has experience of yearning over the dead and betrayals. As he watched you drift into the endless abyss of sadness he could not help but share in your sorrow. All he truly wanted for you was your happiness and safety, including your undying love and attention. 

Yet this draining illness simply wouldn’t allow that for you. Jing Yuan is a man who is willing to go to extreme lengths in pursuit of your happiness which only he should be the one serving. Yet under one condition, he’s willing to do things that go against your happiness just so he can satisfy his impulsive desires. 

“I love you so so much. Please don’t be sad,” he murmured softly into your eyes, biting down gently on the top of your ears, which sent shivers down your body in a sensual way. He twirls the end of your hair with his fingers holding you against his embrace.

You continue to stare out into the distance, while his fingers play with the ends of your hair.

“If there’s anything you must need…. Please,” he implored in your ears from behind. The warm breath on your neck, “Tell me. I care about you and you know that.” his arms wrap around your waist telling you you’re all for him alone, all while he nuzzles his head against your shoulders. His white fluffy strands of hair tickle up against your cheekbone. 

If you ever found yourself in his custody and requested freedom, he would by all means exploit rapid, white little lies. 

"Recently, there have been reports of numerous mara-struck soldiers on the loose. 36 tragedies have resulted from these mara strikes," he warns, emphasizing the fake danger outside. "Luofu might need to go into lockdown, so it's safest for you to stay here with me."

He soon begins to take into account your condition growing rapidly worse. Your depression started to overtake your everyday life. That’s when he knew this was severe. Although sometimes delusional, he does take into account his mistakes. 

“I arranged us a date, a vacation even! It’s been many years since I left Luofu for anything other than urgent matters.”

You smiled and nodded profusely in agreement. This smile and small action deluges his heart with warm sweet love <3 How his heart jumps and flutters like a butterfly because of you. If you don’t get any better he will hire and get you an appointment with the best psychologist. 

Jing Yuan just wants the best for you wholeheartedly and truly. If he does kidnap and detain you, it’s because of his impulsive actions to keep you for himself. There will be no other 4th betrayal or the 4th person to pay the price. 

Blade Blade’s cold demeanor and sharp eyes were enough to sway anyone away; he never believed himself capable of love or being a good partner in general. Some people in this cosmos were simply not cut out to be in a relationship, or so he believed since his journey began with the thought of death lingering in his mind. 

Yingxing would have been a more suitable man in a relationship, but Blade? He doubts on the idea of love and interest. Yet, when he laid eyes on you he couldn’t ignore the strange stinging of an electric sensation in his heart. He wanted to delve deeper into this unusual sensation he was feeling. Although he knew he could never truly reveal himself.

Who wouldn’t recognize a man whose bounty is worth 8.13 billion credits? At least he has a good credit score unlike me (╥﹏╥) Blade slowly started by stalking you, falling deeper into the spiral of love and obsession. He knew with his records you could never reciprocate his feelings.

He restored to drastic measures, keeping you in his custody. It’s difficult to say he’ll treat you top-notch. Being under his care seemed more like a physiological experiment. Providing you with basic needs while expecting obedience, as if conducting an experiment. 

Blade never once will lay a hand on you, raise his voice at you, only expressing annoyance through small grunts and groans. However, the isolation drove you quickly to the brink of insanity. Every day, waking up to a meal, lack of interaction; he would simply stare down at you as you chew on the food he provided. You even lack social interaction with your kidnapper. The daily routine went on, like a trap in an asylum. 

His cold gaze lingered on you, studying your every move, all while silently making mental notes of your behavior. If you did fall into depression he wouldn’t recognize it immediately, attributing it to your natural state or how you express disappointment.

Every tear shed or harsh remark towards him is met with silent observation, perceiving it as a natural reaction. Only when severe signs startsd occurring; refusing to eat or neglecting basic hygiene, did Blade acknowledge something was amiss.

He attempts to coax you with better-tasting meals, even dessert. If you die from starvation how else will he get the same sensation he feels when around you? This strange sensation in his heart is much more desirable than death.

“Eat it, you mustn’t starve yourself,” he says nonchalantly, placing a bowl of Mapo Tofu and a small portion of rice before you.

“Just leave me alone.”

“Eat it.”

“No.”

Blade shot you a deadly glare, his intimidation palpable, urging you to reluctantly pick up the chopstick. Blade’s method or strange way of love worsens your condition. I think with Blade you probably wouldn’t relieve yourself from the chains of depression. Yet I also do believe Blade will try to understand your mental state yet fail.

If Blade were to love; he would start by, placing a hand on your shoulders and gently massaging your shoulder blade as you ate. The thought of Blade saying “I love You,” seems inconceivable, but he’d probably say it underneath his breath.

“Do now dwell in longingness for too long,” he muttered against your ears, perhaps the most motivational phrase he said to you since the decline in your mental state began. Although he won’t admit upfront he loves and feels affection toward you, his demeanor is more relaxed around you and his sharp intense eyes soften at your presence. 

How to help a depressed person 101: The reader is Blade trying to figure out what’s causing you this and how to help you. 

Aventurine From the moment Aventurine first laid eyes on you, he knew exactly what he wanted for the rest of his life. He had always felt most alive when gambling at high stakes, but being near you brought a sensation even more profound; a mix of obsession and love washed over him. 

When you begin to struggle with depression, Aventurine tries everything to lift up your spirits by lavishing you with extravagant gifts, hoping they would bring you happiness. Yet the joy was only ephemeral and wasn’t what he truly desired. What he craved was not only your happiness but also your love and affection.

He couldn’t bring it into words but, your presence was like an addictive drug he constantly craved for. His dopamine goes crazy near you, almost exploding his brain. There was something about you that he yearned to possess and preserve for himself.

“Sweetheart, I brought you this exclusive necklace,” he announced from behind, presenting the box to you.

Your face lights up only momentarily at each lavish gift presented to you, but as gifts keep coming, their extravagance holds little value. Aventurine could only find himself lost. What could he do now since he can’t seem to please you any further with his riches?

To him, his identity revolves around his wealth and luck, without the appeal towards money, he feared that he held no more value in your life. He wished you found solace in him as he did towards you.

“Is something the matter?” he asked anxiously, feeling you slip away further despite all his efforts. You’re his safe haven but he can’t fathom why he’s not your after all of his efforts. 

“I’m fine,” a transparent white lie escapes your lips.

“That’s a blatant lie,” he frowned, wrapping his right arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him while on the bed. “Please, tell me the truth. I’ll buy you anything you want,” he continues coaxing you with the power of money.

“I’m okay,” you continue to refuse despite his effort.

Aventurine hesitates to pressure you any further, fearing that you’ll start to withdraw from him completely. He would insist, forcing you into therapy, though each session came with a price because nothing in this universe is free.

With Aventurine’s dirty money he coaxes the therapist to make every session involve him in some way while actually helping you. With the power of money, the therapist starts to manipulate you into seeking comfort, and attention from Aventurine. Every session ended with something about Aventurine, so he can linger in your thoughts.

Slowly, you began to heal, finding yourself drawn to Aventurine's presence. He welcomed this, craving pleasure since he- himself is constantly drawn to you every second.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his arm draped around you as you both lounged on plush casino's cushion.

"Better," you replied softly.

He smiled at your response, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. Finally, he was becoming your safe place, just as he had always hoped.

His hand gently massaged your back, drawing you closer until your lips were almost touching.

"Is that so?" he grinned, closing the gap with a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment. As he pulled back, staring at your bashfulness, he brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, "If I win this, I'll buy you everything you desire."

P.S: I'm going to sleep after this but idk much about Welt despite playing hi3 since near release date. I also like keep character in character but Yandere or any NSFW +18 works are probably gonna be ooc.

Sorry this took so long I'm Trying to get my life back together :(

Mental Health

I take mental health seriously since I’m studying to become an expert in the medical field for mental health! If you’re ever in need of help please ask a trusted adult or seek help right away before it becomes worse! Just know mental health doesn’t make you a bad person but rather you’re suffering and depression is also an illness. Everyone is allowed treatment no matter what.

[lovingjingyuan]

I chocked on my saliva cause what??? Omg it's so good too actually!!! 🫡😻

This is Mona Lisa🫣

pov you're in the trenches and i just lobbed this fanart of @yinyuedijun 's "zero-sum game" fic at you because it's none of my business anymore!! take it away from me!!! 三（＞д＜）/

anyway i highly recommend you read the fic (mind the warnings) uwu

a big thank you to mao for letting us read their writing for FREE!!! :screaming:

[lovingjingyuan]

What if reader has turned into a kitten or a cat? How will the hsr boys react to that?

(got this idea from this post https://www.tumblr.com/matchaitham/717357559079665664/how-un-fur-tunate?source=share )

Pairing: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio

Aventurine(Kakavasha) Would spoil you with a luxury cat life. How could this have happened?! Aventurine was just on a peaceful stroll around the IPC headquarters when a sudden peculiar cat perched its head out of the corner and started tailing him. Who allowed the cat in this building? Topaz? Oh, he wouldn’t be surprised.

Unlike Topaz Aventurine was never too fond of animals himself. It’s never that he dislikes animals but rather he feels indifferent towards pets. Yet for some reason, this cat held his regard.

“Meow~” the cat's eyes falter before Aventurine’s presence.

“Are you talking to me, kitty?”

“Meow”

“Mh? Is there something you want to say, pretty kitty?”

“Meow!♡”

Communication was harder than he anticipated, but the urgency in the cat and anomalous behavior were enough evidence that he should follow through.

“Look here, Little Kitty,” he heaved a sigh, “I really don’t have the time for this. I need to go back to work,” he gently cushioned your head between his palms so he could feel the softness of the cat fur.

But in the end, despite all his protesting, Aventurine yielded to the cat’s insistence. Aventurine trailed behind the cat into his beloved bedroom. Strange why would this cat bring him into your shared room with him? The cat directed its attention to a portrait featuring both you and Aventurine, suddenly it all clicked to Aventurine. You are the cat!

“Kitty, what do you mean? Yes, I know my sweetheart is beautiful,” he would tease you pretending he didn’t catch on to what you were trying to hint. He watched the panic arise on your kitty's face.

“Meow!”

“Just playing, sweetheart,” he knelt down, opening his arm for your embrace, “Come here you good, little kitty! Aren’t you just a clever kitty?” his fingers scratched behind one of your fluffy ears. “God, you’re adorable and lovely even as a cat.”

You profusely let out meows while in Aventurine’s embrace. You would hiss at Aventurine whenever he tried feeding you cat food.

“Well, aren’t you feeling a little feisty today, sweetheart? Okay okay, I’ll get you back in no time”

He would prodigal you in luxurious cat beds and toys, even if he realizes or knows he’ll have to turn you back into your true self sooner or later. He just wants to embrace this special moment he has with you. Plus he knows he wouldn’t be able to have you stay a cat forever. You’re his lover, not his pet. Boom! Now he adores cats! Whenever he sees a cat he would think back to the situation between you and him.

Jing Yuan He would find this situation adorable and silly. Jing Yuan strolled around his garden frowning and sighing at the weeds hanging around his garden. A sudden cat perched at his feet. His thoughts immediately wandered to Mimi, yet he knew it couldn’t be her.

“Meow~”

He gently patted the cat’s head as it nuzzled against his fingers, looking up at him with familiar eyes. It was uncanny how much this cat resembled you in his head. Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself thinking about how’d you react when he introduced this cat to you.

“I’m sure my love would adore you,” he muttered, scratching the cat’s chin. He couldn’t help but bring himself to smile every time the cat nuzzled, brushing his head against his touch. Such an affectionate cat.

“Meow Meow!” The cat darted off expecting Jing Yuan to follow behind. Amused by its anomalous behavior, he let this little feline lead him to the bushes.

There, he watched the cat retrieve his lover’s phone, attempting to unlock your phone. The cat meowed trying to convey a message to him as a form of communication. Jing Yuan observed the strange cat’s behavior and was intrigued by the cat’s intelligence.

Before you the cat could succeed he takes the phone away from your captive. “Sorry, kitty. I need to return this to my lover,” his eyes stay falter, stretching the cat’s chin.

“Meow!” you hissed at him trying to get him to understand you ARE the cat, yet communicating with him was inefficient.

“General!” A high-pitched voice interrupted, and a purple dragon girl appeared, recognizing her as Bailu, rushing up to Jing Yuan in panic. “I-I turned your lover into a Cat! I’m so sorry!” Bailu pleaded.

“Mhhh… how fortuitous, “ he mused, his eyes relaxing on your small frame.

“I’m so sorry General! I was giving them medicine because they came in sick! I gave them something else by accident!” Bailu continued pleading with Jing Yuan, even if she knew the General was too kind to mind.

Jing Yuan can only chuckle, kneeing to your level and patting your head. “How unfortunate, yet how adorable. I’m sure we can fix this in no time,” he scooped you up in his arms, “Right my love?”

“Meow!”

He found himself adoring every moment spent with you while you’re a cat. He even prodigal a lot of cat toys and beds for you to feel comfortable. Of course, you still choose the bed with him. When you turn back into your former self, he’ll adopt a cat who looks just like you!

Veritas Ratio Let’s say he’s certainly not the brightest when you do. Ratio would cast you a disapproving look eyeing you up and down, as you can only meow at his direction. You had somehow shifted yourself into one of Ruan Mei’s creations while messing around with the Liveform Oven, creating new Cake Cats. Due to the potential danger, Ruan Mei had to return you over to Ratio for your safety.

“You imbecile,” was the first response he came up with seeing your circumstances. He surveyed you nestling in your cake as if it’s your bed which it technically is. He shook his head in disappointment as all you could mutter out were soft meows. “What am I ever going to do with your idiocy?”

“Meow~”

His heart falters at your meows. He couldn’t deny the unbearable adorableness, yet he would never express it to keep his ego intact.

Ruan Mei did assure him the effect would wear off in 60 system hours, but could he really handle 60 system hours of this? He was certainly not thrilled knowing it would slumber his intellect. Although harsh and overly honest on the outside he did have a weakness inside of his heart for you. Ratio is just an impatient man who sounds like him who cannot keep up. He never meant to offend anyone by being honest. Needless to say he certainly enjoyed it when you nap on his lap while he engrosses himself in a good book.

I wanna start improving my writing and wording, plus i really don't know my writing style. I never had a style or anything. I was also mid writing Boothill and stopped cause idk what to do for him. I love you Aventurine ur my new obession. Still loyal to Jing Yuan. I do proof read once but that's all.

[lovingjingyuan]

Ok idea yandere Sunday with a reader who does the furina execution dance like at first he thinks nothing of it till the end of the dance the rest is up to you

This is before Sunday becomes an IPC wanted criminal :(

I divided this into 3 different endings!

Sunday x Reader

Warning: Sad?, Death, happy ending😊 wrote this in one sitting

𓆪♡𓆩 - Sunday 𓆪(´◡`)𓆩

You walked up on stage. The beautiful scenery of the Grand Theater shines brightly in Penacony’s dreamscape and you’re in the center of the stage swiftly dancing with grace and beauty for the audience. Every twist and turn is grace and elegance. You’re body following along with the rhythm of the music. Sunday couldn’t help but keep his eyes lingered a while longer. It won’t hurt to sit down and enjoy after a long day. To see the one he cared for dancing with outstanding etiquette and elegance.

His eyes relaxed on your figure turning and moving around the stage of the Grand Theater. That truly is a blessing to the eyes and refreshing to the soul to see you dance. How the fabric of your clothes dance along with you adding scenery and effects to your performance.

The music slowed down getting to the end. His smile and body relaxed yet ready to clap.

Ending One: The Execution: Your dance was so breathtaking that he forgot what really happened. The moment he clapped was the moment your life flashed before your eyes. The giant blade disguised as a chandelier comes crashing down on you, taking your last breath.

Sunday stood up tense as he tried to progress what just happened. Today was not the day of your performance but rather the day of your execution announced by the laws of the Harmony THEMSELVES. The Harmony may be forgiving yet you sinned that not even THEY THEMSELVES can forgive such a devious act.

Sunday made his way over the fallen chandelier. The remnants of your trace seeing the chandelier still glowing, How his heart felt so empty and shattered. If only he was able to persuade The Harmony to forgive your sins. Was Harmony truly the correct path people should trust in the pursuit of happiness and survival? Maybe if they lean towards a different god people will finally find and achieve what they want. The Order. Yes, The Order is the correct path for the future of this dreamscape. Even your sin would have been forgiven on the path of The Order.

Ending Two: The Performance: Sunday applauded enthusiastically, setting off a ripple effect of claps and cheers among the crowd. The spotlight illuminates you as roses and flowers are thrown on your stage. Tonight was truly the stage you’ve been longing for. The performance you always dreamt of.

“Mark the Final Act of Tonight,” Sunday spoke into the microphone. That familiar voice that always graced the countless occasions held in the Grand Theater. You stood proudly in the center of the stage. Sunday beams from above the auditorium.

You rose from the center of the stage moving towards Sunday in grace and beauty. He extended his hand out for you along with offering a bouquet for you to accept. There Marks the True Final Night of Tonight. You both ascend out of the grand Theater Together.

Ending Three: The Unexpected Dream?: The entirety of the Theater plunged into sudden darkness. A power outage at a time like this where you’re performing? Unacceptable to ruin the show of his beloved. Yet the lights came back on and you were gone. The Theater was in complete silence. All the seats filled with people were now puppets. Sunday's heart raced as he desperately wandered his eyes around searching for your presence.

Yet you were nowhere to be found. You just disappeared. His heart dropped at this sudden realization. This dream was too good to be true. You were gone. You were his biggest dream and desire. Had he really gone crazy following the Path of The Order so he could live a life with you in a dream? The sudden realization broke his heart learning that this is truly a just dream and you weren’t there. He trapped all the guests in Penacony including himself. He had fallen into his own trap and the new plan with the Path of The Order.

Is this the true happiness he yearns for? Even if it’s a dream? Maybe the guest from the astral express and his sister were correct. Living in a dream will never bring the true happiness he wished for with you. The freedom you two both wish for. You were just a figure of his imagination, a dream. The real you in reality is gone and you will only live in this dream he created because of the light illuminating at the center of the stage; the person in the spotlight is now gone and the stage is empty. Only silence remained in this dream of his.

[lovingjingyuan]

So, um, I’ve been thinking abt Yandere!Jingyuan thinking ur outfit is too revealing for the public. Like, he can’t stand the fact that someone may be looking at you. His beloved. But anyway, this is just an unhinged thought so yeah.

Also, can I be 🦋anon?

Sure you can! I don't have much of an idea for this since I'd imagine he enjoys showing his lover off but I think he's also possessive in the sense of not wanting others to stare too long because you're his! Maybe a revealing outfit like you're going to the rave?

When I tell you Jing Yuan jaw practically hit the floor, almost choking on his tea.

“Ahem ahem, darling you’re actually going to wear that?” He puts on an awkward smile, setting down his Luofu style(chineses) cup. But you just smiled and nodded with an enthusiastic smile.

Jing Yuan didn’t have the heart to demand you to change knowing you wouldn’t listen and pout, but he also didn’t want people staring and stealing glances at his lover. 

So he sweetened up his voice, “Baby do you really think this is the best choice. We’re not going to the beach.” He chuckles, opening his arm for you to fall in his embrace. But to his surprise you protested and said that this is your outfit for the day. 

He continues to push without having the heart to demand you to change, “Baby I brought you multiple sets of clothing last week. How about you wear that red wine dress so we can match, Love?” He cooed at you trying to get you to comply. 

Yet you were too stubborn to give in. He sighed, shaking his head and he got up wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. “We won’t go if you don’t change” he spoke in a more hostile way not taking no for an answer. 

Yes, he caves in most of the time with your request but he will also protect his lover's dignity. He couldn’t bear the thought of people staring at your clothing. The Xinazhou natives dress modestly so he can’t have everyone's eyes ogling at his lover who is supposed to be his. He won’t let you out of this house unless you give in and change.