#— jing yuan

[adrialae]

@leonleonrevolution no idea if you've seen this already but i chuckled

like dude what the hell is that.

[milkbobatyun]

fireworks and red packets

pairing: jingyuan x reader

genre: fluff

summary: once again, it's yanqing's favourite time of the year and also his payday — chinese new year

word count: 1.2k

a/n: happy lunar/chinese new year to those who celebrate !! hope you guys received lots of red packets ! to those who dont celebrate, hope you have a good day (>ᴗ•) !

living in a household with jingyuan’s little aide meant that life was never a bore, especially in the morning of the annual chinese new year.

once again, you have woken up before jingyuan, gently hugged like a teddy bear. the sunshine smiles warmly upon you from the sheer curtains as birds twitter cheerily outside your windows. however, the peace does not last long.

distantly, you hear the patter of running footsteps from down the hall, a clear sign of trouble brewing, so naturally, you pretend to sleep, awaiting with baited breath to see what would happen.

the door to your bedroom is thrown open and jingyuan’s soft snores are rudely interrupted by a heavy weight launching himself towards the bed.

“general, general!” yanqing calls out, joy and excitement evident in his voice, “wake up! it’s the new year! time to pay up!”

peeking open one eye, you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh when you see yanqing, seated atop the dozing general and shaking him vigorously. his poor victim is grumbling and sleepy, trying to push yanqing off in his sleep.

mimi gently pads in behind yanqing, making a beeline for your side of the bed. she places two large paws on the bed as she pleads for pets with her eyes, which you oblige. the last thing you want to happen is for the huge lion to climb into bed as well.

after much grumbling from jingyuan and yanqing’s nonstop insistence to “get out of bed, lazy head!”, the general slowly reaches towards his bedside table and opens his drawer, taking out a thick hóngbāo.

delight lights up yanqing’s face as he receives the money. mission complete. time for the next one.

you knew you couldn’t watch such amusing entertainment for free, and indeed yanqing wanted you to pay the full fare. the two of you locked eyes, but before he could say anything you had beat him to it.

“young man,” your voice was stern, one eyebrow raised, giving him that look. yanqing knew it was fruitless arguing with you right now, especially since you held possession of his precious money. “go and get ready for breakfast. after that, i’ll give you your hóngbāo.”

with an obedient nod, yanqing agreed.

after breakfast, yanqing received his thick wad of hóngbāo money, along with a custom new outfit you had designed and hand sewn for him. not wanting to be left out, mimi pawed and pawed at your garments, begging for a little something for herself.

not immune to the adorable boba eyes she gave you, you rummaged through the pile of papers and files overflowing from your desk and retrieved the collar you had made for her, bright, festive red silk, embroidered with golden thread. however, all your work went to waste when the stunning collar disappeared under a puff of silver-white fur.

as per tradition, the four of you set foot out of the house, into the chilly air of xianzhou, to mingle with its citizens and partake in the festivities.

naturally, yanqing had a penchant for expensive and rare swords, so he spent a tiny a lot more than what he brought in his wallet.

as parents of the year, you and jingyuan watched with ill-suppressed amusement as yanqing panicked, patting himself down and searching to and fro, up and down for where his money could’ve gone (spoiler: he spent it all)

yanqing was in a pinch, a terrible moment of his life, the worst moment, in fact. he had hit rock bottom. with pleading puppy dog eyes, yanqing turns to the most reliable two adults on the xianzhou—his lovely parents. however, jingyuan only regards him with teasing golden eyes, finding pleasure and great entertainment in his panic. fortunately for him, you came swooping to the rescue.

without hesitation, you drew out an all too familiar wallet and withdrew a hefty amount of credits from within. jingyuan’s amber eyes scrutinised your every movement like a hawk. it was rare that you would be so generous with yanqing’s spending, normally you would’ve been adamantly putting your foot down and telling him he had enough swords, unless…

peering closely at the wallet in your hand, it seemed similar to the wallet he owned. the same colour, the same model, hell, even the same scratches from when he left it on a table and mimi thought it was a new toy and began sharpening her claws…

to reassure himself, jingyuan patted the pocket where he stored his precious wallet, but when his hand made solid contact against his own thigh and not the bulge of the wallet, his heart dropped into his stomach. shoot. he’d lost his wallet.

when he sheepishly dragged his eyes to meet yours, his mind was racing with the millions of reasons he was going to give as to discreetly retrace your steps. however, upon glancing at your mischievous grin, jingyuan’s mind came to the only possible conclusion.

good lord. you sneaky little minx. at some point during your walk, youh ad slipped your hand into his pocket and palmed his wallet. no wonder you were so generous with your spending today.

as the night drew to a close and the fireworks faded into the starry sky, the festivities began dying down, with all the families and their sleepy children heading home.

your family was no different. despite his conviction and bold statements, yanqing's head was beginning to nod, eyes weighed down by sleep.

cheerily, you volunteered to carry him home. panic flitted across jingyuan's face before being replaced by his signature smirk.

“darling,” he purred, tone sugary sweet. “are you sure? yanqing is quite heavy now and home is a long distance away.”

you shook your head adamantly. you'd known jingyuan for too long to know if he was being genuine. plus, the general who is always pushing his work onto others, being generous? unheard of. add on the fact that the same thing happened every year, you were definitely NOT giving in.

sure enough, you had made the right judgement. 

the locals struggled to hold back their laughter as they watch their dozing general and his family pass down the street. ahead, you carried a dozing yanqing in your arms, the sight enough to warm even the coldest of hearts. trailing a way behind you, was what appeared to be a cloud of levitating mimi with a pair of human legs.

contrary to popular belief, mimi was just a baby. she was tired from chasing behind yanqing and wanted to be carried. you were occupied, so the job naturally fell upon jingyuan.

thus, her ever loyal spare human was tasked with carrying her. kneeling in front of her, jingyuan spread his arms, bracing himself against her weight. his knees nearly buckled when mimi threw her heavy paws upon his shoulders. mentally encouraging himself, jingyuan stood up with shaky legs, trembling under the heavy lion. maybe he should lay off on the treats and give her a stricter diet.

when you turned to jingyuan, you came face to face with an innocent looking mimi, who blinked languidly at you in contentment while the spare human was currently being suffocated by her thick, silky fur. (though you doubt jingyuan was complaining, he always loved using her fur as a pillow)

life in the general's household was never a bore, especially when it came to the chinese new year.

footnotes:

1. the new clothing for yanqing—— in chinese tradition, parents usually give their children new clothes for the new year

2. how i imgained jingyuan would carry mimi, but on a MUCH larger scale ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

3. hóngbāo（红包）—— more often known as red packets/red pockets and often given to children, the red colour of the envelope symbolises good fortune in chinese and other east asian countries. they also symbolise good luck and wishes for the year ahead

taglist (open): @leehanscorydora, @pastelmitzuki

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobayun 2025 / づ ♡

[madthetruemad]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 17 | Sunday's Confession

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!

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It was long into the night after you had spoken with Gepard. Your list of allies seemed to grow at such a lightning quick speed. Though, so far, there was one ally you hadn’t gotten.

“Sunday… why do you want me to befriend Blade? And why are you interested in the keys? I mean, you didn’t even show any interest in them until Gepard came here with the one my father had.”

Sunday hummed to himself as he materialized next to you. His head sharing the same pillow that you were lying on, you both just staring up at the ceiling together.

“Blade will be a big help to you…”

You frowned as you sat up, “will he be a help to me or to you?”

Sunday sat up as well, eyes flickering in the lamp light, “what are you trying to say?”

“What you did back there, what was it?”

He cocked his head to the side furthering your frustration towards him ever so slightly, “when you said not to forget who your enemy was you tried to do something. It was like when we first met… like I was in some heavy fog with no way out. Like you were trying to cloud my mind.”

Sunday smiled at your words as he fully turned towards you, “like this?”

There it was again, a dull throb in your mind and what felt like a heavy blanket trying to cover something. His words sounded weird to you too, it was like-

You shook your head, your eyes narrowed, “you can control people.”

Sunday leaned back against your headboard, “controlling people is such a nasty way to put it, y/n.”

“But that’s what you’re doing!”

You got out of the bed then and tried to put some distance between yourself and him, but when you looked back at the bed he was gone. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you jumped and spun around looking at Sunday who had that damned amused grin on his face.

“Why Sunday? Before I help you anymore, you need to tell me everything.”

Without missing a beat, Sunday went to go sit on the chair that by your table in the room, his legs crossed and one of his elbows rested on the tabletop.

“Blade, more or less, did something he shouldn’t have by tampering with the flesh of an abundance emanator. I’m sure you know what emanator’s are, right?”

You nodded and he continued, “his body will be used to revive me because his little abundance curse is the only thing that will withstand the ritual.”

“And the keys.”

“Needed to unlock the gate that I’m currently locked behind.”

“And why was it that my father had one of the keys and Jing Yuan the other?”

“Before the emperor went ahead with his little conquering spree, there was a time that the each land respected each other as allies. Your grandfather was good friends with the Emperor.”

“I thought you were helping me simply because you wanted to, at least, that’s what you made it sound like before…”

Sunday rested his chin in the palm of his hand, “and you believed it, didn’t you?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “why were you locked away?”

“The Emperor and I… had a disagreement.”

You quirked an eyebrow which was when Sunday finally looked away from you, “I want to bring my sister back is all. In my old country, she was killed by … an unexplainable monstrosity. I want to bring her back, but only aeons had control of death and feats such as reviving a human. So I tried to cut corners. I kidnapped an emperor’s bride to be and used her as a sacrifice only for it to fail and the princess dying in my arms. The Emperor in his rage killed me but not before I managed to gain a few abilities of an aeon. Before sealing me away he had me reset her body for things to begin anew again, but with my new powers I didn’t know how to control them and ended up sending her into the future instead.”

Sunday finally looked back at you, “and oh how that emperor tore the world apart to find her again, but in doing so I guess he also became mad like his teacher and friends before him.”

“Became mad?”

“You know what mara is? The disease that strikes the long living species? Well, he did start showing signs of it, but it’s not too bad right now… though, he does kill a few people here and there.”

“Does the Emperor even remember the princess he’s looking for?”

“No, he’s forgotten her face a long time ago. No thanks to the mara, of course. If he did remember, then I’m sure he … wouldn’t have killed you.”

You furrowed your brow, “what do you mean by that?”

He didn’t answer though as someone hastily knocked on your door distracting you, and when you went to look at where Sunday was… he was gone making you roll your eyes.

Well whatever, I got some new info on Jing Yuan and Sunday. Apparently they hate each other, Sunday killed Jing Yuan’s fiancé, Jing Yuan killed and sealed Sunday away but he managed to make Sunday with his new aeon ascension abilities to bring back his dead girlfriend, but said girlfriend was sent to the future due to Sunday not having full control which then lead Jing Yuan to look for her, but over time he was struck with mara…

And now I’m his fiancé… wait, if I find the princess he’s looking for, then I may be able to get out this marriage!

You smiled at your revelation as there was another knock on your door.

“I’m coming! Just a moment please!”

Grabbing your blanket from your bed, you wrapped it around yourself. It was still pretty late into the night so you wondered who it could be.

“Hopefully not Jing Yuan,” you muttered to yourself.

Grabbing the handle, you twisted it and opened the door.

“Princess! I’m sorry for disturbing you at this time, but I just had to see you!”

You blinked and took a step back. Before you was a woman slightly taller than you, she had long white ears, beautiful silver hair with blue highlights, and a charming smile on her face. And her eyes, unlike most you have seen around here, were filled with an unparalleled kindness.

“I’m General Feixiao, I hope Gepard has already filled you in on everything?”

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[the-astral-express-archive]

Honkai: Star Rail CN | New Year Movie Recommendation: The Legend of Seven Heroes

*Rough translation Original name: 星旅小记 | 贺岁档电影推荐《神兵七侠传》 Artist: 道歌波特有取名困难症

(More info about the animation under break)

Starring: Feixiao, Jiaoqiu, Yunli, March 7th, Jing Yuan, Yanqing

Genre: Fantasy, Martial Arts, Comedy

Length: 90 minutes

Release date: January 30, 2025

The content of the movie does not represent the actual plot and settings of the game.

A/N: This poster is a part of the "Lunar New Year Movie Recommendation" parody series on Pom-Pom's official CN accounts and is not an actual production.

[justeasing]

Okay... Hear me out.

This is actually the animation that inspired a ship I never thought I'd ship between Jing Yuan from HSR and Lingyang from Wuthering Waves where Lingyang is the reincarnation of his lion at some point down the line and Jing Yuan just has to sort of deal with that. 😅

You look sad, don't be worried. It's all okay, let us meet again, over and over.

[usagiarchive]

sleepy — jing yuan x reader

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sypnosis. [ 0.3k words. fluff ] — As you can't sleep without him, he can't sleep without you.

usagi's note: HI I HAD A REALLY GOOD SLEEP TONIGHT and it was rlly cold this morning ngl so yeah have warm jy to sleep with.

You wake in the middle of the night, it was… cold?

When you turn your head, your lover is not beside you, but the warm covers suggest that he has not been away for long.

Sleepily, you pull away from the covers as you shuffle into your home slippers, putting on a night shawl as you went to look for your lover.

The moment you exit the room, you see Jing Yuan in the kitchen drinking water.

“A-yuan,” you mutter sleepily, still too cold for all of this.

Your voice catches his attention and he looks up, “Dear? Why are you awake?”

You shuffle close and he pulls you into him, welcoming you with his warmth.

“Was cold without you,” you say as you bury yourself in his chest.

You felt the rumble of his body as he laughed softly.

“I apologize for not keeping you warm and leaving you alone,” he says as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Why were you awake?” you ask.

“Just checked on Yanqing,” he says and it worries you just a bit, the boy has been having nightmares for the past few days.

“He's okay?”

“Yes,” he says as he pets the back of your head, “He's alright,”

The two of you stay locked in that embrace, soaking up each other's warmth and love.

“My love, how about we go back to bed? Hm?”

You nod against his chest, your consciousness slipping from you as you lean against him.

Jing Yuan chuckles as he pulls you up and into a princess carry, walking into the bedroom as he tucks the both of you in.

In the way you snuggle closer to him as he pulls the cover up, he knows he'll have no trouble sleeping again.

Jing Yuan can't sleep without you beside him, after all.

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usagi's note: i am a firm believer that jing yuan is a living, breathing space heater. he will be so unbelievably warm you won't need a hot pack for ur period, WAIT THAT'S A GOOD IDEA I'LL WRITE THAT.

oh also, would u guys like a permanent taglist for the jy works? lmk pls.

[etnascarlet]

Mage Jing Yuan and dragon Blade au

[atlaswav]

MORNING SONG ☾

INFO: 1468 words, jing yuan x gn! reader SYNOPSIS: grief steals from those that it latches onto, and jing yuan knows this best. Your disappearance from the Xianzhou creates a rift in his heart, and only death can bring you back together. WARNINGS: gore metaphors used, mention of death, grief and loss AUTHOR'S NOTE: wrote this one ages ago too, kind of proud!! i can feel its gonna flop tho bc i used too many metaphors again

There was a lark perched on his windowsill, and its song reminded him of you. 

Its song, as it was written in age old books, was a mimicry of all those that it heard. A mosaic of all that came before it, translated into a high, rapid tune that marked mornings. 

Mourning-song, he’d once mused. 

Jing Yuan couldn’t decide if he looked forward to these mornings, or dreaded them. There was nothing he could do that could possibly erase your memory completely, nor tarnish the sparkling image he preserved of your meetings. There was nothing that could erase the betrayal he felt when you left so suddenly, and he could only pray that an aeon was watching. 

When you left, the world went cold as the ice that crept onto glass in a stagnant winter morning. Frost in intricate needles, laid perfectly, waiting for someone to breathe and shatter its balance.

There was a hint of you in all he did, as if you wanted to haunt him after your sudden departure. After the ill fate of the high cloud quintet that left you both in shambles, both bleeding, both breaking, both grieving, but finding solace in one another. Remnants of what remained of those golden years, promising each other patience and never to leave. 

Until you did.

He didn’t know why, and didn’t care. It didn’t matter, because you were gone with a whisper of still morning air with only a note left on the hilt of his sword. 

Heal yourself, heal us.

There were memories that time couldn’t erase, he believed, and you were one of them. A curse or a blessing, he couldn’t tell. Yearning and grief were one and the same, and you were the perfect subject for his emotion to be channelled into – the singular subject for all his grievances. The object of all his hatred and rage, the one who held all the answers to the questions he wanted to scream at the heavens which didn’t deign responses.

There were birds that lined the trees all throughout the Xianzhou, and all of them seemed to want to imitate the lark’s mournful song. 

Their song was something he grew accustomed to, however. He was getting complacent. Less mornings were befell by these hymns of waking, more were filled with plans of the day, which assistants he needed to check up on, Yanqing’s training, investigations and documents and reports that he lost himself in. 

And yet seasons changed, leaves browned, flowers blossomed and your note remained on his desk, now lost amongst countless documents. 

The lark’s song, one morning, marked your return – though he never knew it. It became the tune of his waking hours, one that became white noise in the work he buried himself beneath. 

It shocked him to the core to discover you had become one of the nameless.

You left him to be one of the nameless. 

It tore him apart to see you look upon him with such a strange demeanour, a foreign gaze – hardened, almost cruel – and smile. 

“This is general Jing Yuan.”

You nodded then, and it felt so familiar. As if your past was trapped behind your new face, and that if he tore it off as you had torn out his heart, he’d see that youthful, naive grin he’d always coveted, festering and rotting behind your new visage. Despite it all, he searched for the dregs of loss on your face, only to learn that you were now slivers and shards of what once was. 

You were bleeding when you were with him. Now healed, he had no idea what to do except admire the scars and patchwork.

“Nice to meet you, General.”

The timbre of your voice was familiar long ago, if more meek–wary. Even his title felt distant. Wrong. As if your lips longed to mouth the name that you once so easily voiced. And did your voice carry a new lilt? There was something new in every face and orifice of your existence, and he knew it was childish, naive and brash – like you both were, once – but he wished he could glimpse you again. A small part of him, dark and spiteful, wished you were still suffering. That you suffered as he did. 

What stood before him was a mosaic of memories he was unfamiliar with, hardened beneath the world’s cruel touch. Cold and alien, like the stars of other galaxies, and he cursed the aeons. 

“A pleasure, Y/n.” 

He nearly misses the way your eyes don’t smile with the curve of your lips, the glance you cast at Himeko and the way the redhead’s eyes subtly narrow before returning to the conversation. 

You were reduced to common niceties and courtesies that strangers could exchange, and you both knew exactly what would happen if you deigned to acknowledge the crouching lion that hid beyond the facades. 

“Crouching Lion, Pouncing Tiger.” Is what Fu Xuan ordained, and he soon realised this to be entirely true. 

With Dan Feng’s incarnation making an appearance, he idly wondered where this so-called “Pouncing  Tiger” may come in, only to realise with stark confrontation.

“General.”

Your voice cuts through the still quiet of his office like a knife honed on years of cruelty. He hadn’t heard you enter, and he sits straight as his gaze meets yours through the dim light.

“Yes, Y/n.”

“Do you remember?”

He does, and it suffocates him with a cold that imbues a vengeful chill on hands that have long since lost colour. 

“I remember.”

You blink, and don’t respond for a while. Quiet settles again, and distantly, birds sing their eveningsong. Mosaics of other songs, precisely what they were. 

“Are you angry?”

Of course he is. Was. When you disappeared, he wanted to carve his heart from his chest to ease the ache. He wanted to tear his skin from his bones and use the ivory to form the divination that may lead him to you. He would’ve turned the cosmos out for a chance to find you again, would sacrifice all his memory of all his life to be able to hold you in his hands again – gently, this time, of course – you were a fragile thing, prone to breaking. 

But he did exactly this, and now, you stood before him, completely unaware. 

“I’m not angry.”

“Why not?”

“There is time for everything, songbird.” The nickname slips out far too easily for his liking, and though it tastes like a memory from centuries ago, covered in dust and now cloying sweetness, you still smile. 

It meets your eyes, this time. 

“Time for everything?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

“Is there time for us?”

This makes him pause. 

There was, once, time for it all. There was an immortal’s reverie that once perpetuated this suspension from the elements and all that came to it. A paralysis of time that cast everything in an age of gold which gave illusions that there was, indeed, time for it all. Time for the clandestine meetings in parks and impromptu visits, stolen glances and hushed giggles. 

“There is time.”

Your smile falls slightly. 

“Jing Yuan, I’m dying.”

And time stops, the world freezes on its rotation, and Jing Yuan doesn’t know anything but startling disquiet as your eyes become teary.

He remembers, once, wiping your tears away with his own sleeve. There was sunlight in this memory. Sunlight, lush grass and distant birdsong, but it was all meaningless because you were in front of him. 

You were happy. Or so he thought. You cried because you were overjoyed that he loved you the way you loved him, and your pining hadn’t been for nothing. 

But history moved in cruel circles, and his anguish, it seemed, would be for nothing. 

“How?”

“The stars.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been written in the stars.”

“It’s been ordained?”

You nod. “Fu Xuan herself.”

He breathes deeply, and the space between you becomes swallowed up by his footsteps, sealed as his arms wrap around you. His hold is so tight that you almost can't breathe, but you don’t care. You don’t care about anything except how he smells identical to what you remember. How his hair – though longer – brushed against your cheek, and his firm, tall stature that engulfed you. 

You missed him. 

You think the aeons are cruel. 

He wants to curse the stars and draw blood to whoever dares to try and steal you again.

He holds you for longer and longer, until you both sink onto the ground in a heap of tears and grievances, time apart dissipating with proximity.

Neither of you want to leave to wash away the receipt of your regret, because it means it’s real. 

The stars were cruel in separating you, and only crueller in bringing you back together. 

written by @atlaswav , published 29th of January 2025

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

DEAR!

when they realize they're falling for you

gender neutral reader

feat. argenti, moze, sunday, jing yuan

content warning(s): nonsexual nudity/bathing (sunday)

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ ARGENTI

Argenti realizes he’s falling in love with you when he returns from a particularly grueling mission and sees you preparing dinner for him. It’s something so simple and so everyday, yet Argenti has unfortunately gotten used to depriving himself of even the small things sometimes. As a devoted Knight of Beauty, he’s grown accustomed to living in poverty and getting by with very few things in his possession. But yet you insist on fawning over him and tending to him with the attention that he doesn’t think he deserve, and even though he feels unworthy of loving you since he believes his path is meant to be taken alone, there’s still something so comforting about returning to a warm meal and your fussing rather than the empty spaceship he’s grown too used to.

“You really need to start keeping more food around,” you scold Argenti as the knight quietly takes his seat at the table. “There’s only so much I can do with bread, some cheese, and a handful of dried fruit.”

You peer over at Argenti, who offers up an apologetic smile. You wish he wasn’t so handsome and good-hearted at times. Maybe then you could be harsher about his negligence towards his health and feel less guilty about it. Knowing him, he wouldn’t even have bothered cooking and would have just eaten the bread, cheese, and fruit as they were. You sigh and shake your head before taking the pot off of the stove and placing it squarely in front of him.

“You’re lucky that I care so much about you.” You slide some more plates in his direction. One is filled with toasted baguette slices, and the other has some jam you managed to coax from rehydrating the dried fruits. “I figured I could make some fondue with the cheese and decided to make something sweet with the fruit. Go ahead, have a bite. You must be hungry from romping around all day.”

His hands tremble a little as he carefully spreads some molten cheese and sticky jam over the baguette slices, and under your scrutinizing gaze, Argenti takes a tentative bite of the meal you’ve prepared for him. Like you described, it really is nothing special, and it’s as simple of a meal as it can get. But knowing that you labored over it, putting in your time and effort so that he’d have something nice to eat, makes his heart squeeze inside of his chest as if threatening to suffocate him from the inside out. 

It tastes good. Better than anything Argenti’s ever had. The brittle crust of the baguette, the salty tang of the cheese, and the sugary flavor of the fruit jam… It’s the perfect meal to fill his stomach and his soul.

“Do you like it?” You ask him, the snark in your voice melting away to reveal your true, genuine concern.

He looks towards you, eyes softening in a way only love could. “Yes, love. It’s delicious.”

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ MOZE

Moze realizes he’s falling in love with you when he lets you sneak up on him to surprise him with a hug. Being an assassin means that showing his back is something unthinkable. Even in the wild, animals are evolved not to show their back or their weak spots, lest they end up killed before they can kill. And yet, whenever you’re involved, Moze wonders what about you has him willing to turn the other eye to let you creep up to him. Logically, he knows what he’s doing is dangerous. What if you were to backstab him? What if someone were to take advantage of you to get to him? But above any of those doubts is the clear fact that he trusts you. Moze trusts you. And it’s from there that he can find security in his love for you. 

The streets of the Luofu are loud and filled with sounds that Moze isn’t familiar with. And  yet, in the short time he’s been here, he’s already grown used to it enough to pick out what are everyday noises and what are noises that might indicate danger. It’s his duty to organize and process information like this as quickly as possible—even a few seconds is enough to prove to be the decisive factor between life and death. 

He supposes this second-nature part of him is why he hears you before anything else. He can hear the telltale swish of your clothes against your body and the soft inhales and exhales he’s grown to become so fond of. He has half a mind to tell you to drop the act and quit lurking around him. He knows he can pin you up against whatever wall you’re hiding behind faster than you can realize, but you’re harmless and Moze would feel bad for ruining your fun.

So he decides to play dumb for just a little bit. And you don’t let his expectations down. Only a few moments have passed before he can hear your familiar footsteps running up from behind him, and shortly after, a pair of equally familiar arms are thrown around him from behind.

“Surprise! Guess who?” Your voice reaches his ears, and despite his better judgment, Moze reaches to envelop your hands with his. He presses down against your knuckles, enraptured for a split second in the way they curve and fit against his own rough palms. 

“You know these guessing games are pointless.” His words are gruff, but you can hear that faintest hint of a smile with each syllable. “You’re the only person in the world that I’d let sneak up on me.”

“Won’t you entertain me a little? It’s more fun that way.” Normally at this point, you’d unwrap your arms from behind him so you can skip up to his side, but for whatever reason, Moze’s grip on your hands today is firm. It’s as if he doesn’t want you to let go.

What a silly, soft crow he’s become. You don’t mind indulging him, even if it means reading between the lines of what he says. And you’re sure Moze’s in agreement with you.

Being soft isn’t so bad. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ SUNDAY

Sunday realizes he’s falling in love with you when he asks you to join him for a bath. As the former Oak Family head, he had very little time for himself, and the few minutes he could spend emptying his mind within a tub of warm water was his equivalent of everyday bliss. During his imprisonment, bathing alone was a luxury that was barred from him—anything and everything he did was under watchful eyes. And on the Astral Express, Sunday almost fears what his mind will conjure up if left alone for too long. The bath has always been a place of vulnerability for the man, and yet, your gentleness makes him want to slowly let you into the deepest parts of his heart. This meek, scared side of him is still a part of who he is, and he’s willing to place his faith wholeheartedly in you.

A satisfied sigh leaves Sunday’s lips as he lets the tense muscles in his body relax for once. The bathwater is already warm as is, but being nestled in between your legs, with his back against your chest and your damp fingers carding through his hair, makes his skin tingle even more with heat. He doesn’t think anyone has ever touched him this sweetly and lovingly, and he hopes you attribute the flush on his cheeks to the steam culminating in the bathroom.

“Is the temperature of the water okay?” Your worried voice shakes him gently out of his swirling thoughts. He nods wordlessly before sinking a bit deeper into the tub. The edge of the water clings to the ends of his hair, and it laps greedily at the swell of his throat as if threatening to swallow him whole.

An ambient silence falls over the two of you, and the only sound Sunday can make out is the quiet trickle of water sloshing back and forth between your connected bodies and the exquisitely crafted sound of your breaths. Sunday tries to match your breathing cadence, and something deep in his chest stirs at the thought that doing so might match his heartbeat to yours.

“...Thank you for joining me,” he murmurs. His eyelids feel heavy, and when he leans his head back, you peer at him from above. The glow of the bathroom lights illuminates the back of your head and around your face, and he can’t help but think that the thought of a halo suits you far more than it would him. “It feels nice to have you here with me.”

“Of course.” Your lips curl upwards into the same smile that made him fall for you to begin with. “Thank you for inviting me, Sunday. You must have had a long day. Why don’t you rest here, in my arms?”

It’s his turn to smile slightly. It’s weak but enough for you to notice, and when Sunday lets his tired eyes shut, he can’t help but think that his instant must be his equivalent of true paradise. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ JING YUAN

Jing Yuan realizes he’s falling in love with you when he finds himself comfortable enough with you to complain. It’s not an easy job to be the general and manage such a big and chaotic place as the Luofu, and he’s learned very quickly that even the slightest twitch of his mouth is enough to send the delicate politics of the Xianzhou Alliance up in arms. And as much of an optimist as he is, even he has limits to how much he can bottle up and carry out in the name of peacekeeping. It’s a big leap of faith for him to confide so many secrets in you, but at the same time, you’re the only one who can truly empathize with him. Besides, when you welcome him home with a big hug and rub your hands over his sore shoulders, how can he resist the temptation of sharing every part of him with you?

“I’ve been thinking,” Jing Yuan remarks out loud, “I’m quite lucky to have fallen in love with someone like you.”

You pause momentarily, your hands ghosting over Jing Yuan’s broad shoulders. You’re no professional masseuse by any means, but there’s something so satisfying about feeling his knotted muscles come undone bit by bit under your careful touch. Besides, maybe this is your selfishness speaking, you like having the knowledge that the esteemed general of the Luofu melts like a cat into your fingertips as if he can’t get enough of your body on his. 

“What makes you say that?” You raise an eyebrow. Did he get himself in trouble? And was he cozying up to you in hopes that you’d help bail him out or something?

Instead, the white-haired man shrugs, and a couple strands of his loose moonlight-colored hair tumbles over his shoulders and hangs above his chest. “You’re always so understanding with me. You always listen to everything I say as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. I doubt anyone else could endure my complaints about how grueling administrative work can be. And what’s more, you don’t tell a living soul about it!”

“Who knows? Maybe I have spilled the Luofu's deepest darkest secrets to someone already. And I’m just that good at hiding it from you.” You grin at him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. The general stares up at you momentarily before throwing his back and rewarding you with a genuine, hearty laugh. 

“See? This is what I mean. Nobody else would have the audacity to say something so outwardly false and yet so daring to my face!” He reaches over to grab your hand, and he guides it over to the edge of his face. Your palm molds into the curve of his jaw, and you let your thumb roll over the soft flesh of his cheek. 

Your grin morphs into something much more mild, lovestruck as he nuzzles his face into your hand, sighing happily against your knuckles and the creases in your palm. “That’s on you then, my dear Jing Yuan, for falling for someone like me.”

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[yoihoshi-maki]

yeaH so remember when i said i would post the first chapter of the book well I decided to post the character profile and stuff as celebrity content because I FINISHED MY EXAMS!!! So yeah. Cool.

[yahinata]

wanna bite him

[argentimybeloved]

You’re the only thing that can keep Jing Yuan awake during work which Fu Xuan was at first thankful for.

Until she realised she faced a new problem, he was incredibly distracted by you and would just stare at you lovingly. She’s tried to wave a hand across his face, tell him Yanqing ran off with his credit card but nothing seems to get his attention of you.

At this point she needs to bribe you into convincing your husband to do his job

[astraltrailblaze]

A piece I drew a few months ago but never posted.. marlin Dan heng and selkie Jing yuan (hes a leopard seal)

[madthetruemad]

fiercely

ex-general!jing yuan x fem!reader

cw ; fantasy!au, blood, death, attempted murder, sexual assault (not with jy), smut, p in v, fingering, grammatical errors, reader referred to with she/her pronouns, abusive boss, y/n does get slapped once (not by jy), etc. (two men break into y/n's home but before they could do anything, she is saved so don't worry).

summary | you work at a bakery owned by a woman you greatly dislike. and every day you hand out meals to the owns less fortunate. and one day, you meet a silver-haired man who comes to your rescue in the dead of night who you then ask to become your guard.

4.5k words, my longest oneshot yet!! im genuinely proud of this one *smug grin as i pat myself on the back* anyway, I hope you enjoy reading!!! 💞

Crouching down on the snow-covered, stone path, you rifled through your basket and gently held out a loaf a bread to a man who wore worn-out and battered armor.

“Sir?”

You called out to him gently, silently praying that he wasn’t dead, but thankfull not even two seconds after you called out to him did his head move. He had an mess of long, silver hair and from beneath it you could see two, bright gold eyes peek at you.

“Thank you…,” his words were quiet as he solemnly took the bread from your hands. You nodded to the man and stood up to which he noticed how the dirt from underneath the snow had dirtied the edges of your dress. He went to apologize for making you crouch for him on his behalf, but you were already gone, moving to the next who was slumped over.

“If you want food from her again, come when the sunsets and is about to disappear.”

The silver haired man looked over to another who had a missing leg and was hobbling towards him with an almost broken stick.

“Does she hand out food often?”

“Every day, morning, noon, and then sunset. Three times without fail.”

The disabled man plopped down next to him, “do you want me to call back to her for you?”

He shook his head, “she already gave me some food.”

“How is she able to afford so much? Is she a noble?”

“Nothing of the sort, boy. She’s a baker.”

“Boy?”

“Anyone younger than me is just a boy.”

He chuckled softly at the man before taking a bite out of the bread.

Meanwhile, you had finished handing out the food you had and started back towards the bakery you worked at was to prepare for the lunch rush that was about to happen. The bakery itself was owned by the woman who had taken you in. She was a mean woman who lived comfortably in a big house with more than enough money to keep her and her family going for over 70 years. Honestly, with how mean and cruel she was, you would work somewhere else, but … you love cooking, and she promised that if you made enough money then you would be able to buy the bakery from her. You, a poor servant girl owning her a bakery someday. It was a dream you were determined to strive for.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to buy the bakery from her, but it was better than building your own and trying to complete with her for customers when you didn’t have nearly as much money or influence as her. So, just trying to buy off an already existing bakery was the best choice for you.

“Feeding those dogs again?”

The moment you opened the door, you immediately winced. Her voice was like sandpaper, rough and unforgiving as she greeted you the moment you walked in.

“They- they aren’t dogs,” you managed to say, but the moment you did her heavy hand was quick to strike against your cheek sending your head snapping to the side and a dark mark to appear across your (color) skin.

“Did you waste perfectly good food on dogs who can’t pay?”

You looked back at her and shook her head, “I paid for it all.”

She scoffed, “keep taking care of the stray mutts and you’ll never have enough for this bakery.”

That… was true. If you couldn’t save money then this place will be just a dream to you, but you couldn’t abandon those people.

With risk of getting hit again, you kept quiet as she grabbed your wrist and pushed you two the kitchen, “lunch rush will be here any minute, girl. The cook is already back there, help him get everything prepped and then get ready to serve customers who actually have money.”

You don’t know how you managed to keep your mouth shut as she shoved you into the kitchen

“Good you’re here, go get me-,” the chef looked at your face and noticed the bruise that started to form causing him to sigh, “you know not to talk back to Matiilda.”

“I know, I know Brason, but she- she talks poorly of those people, it makes me so mad sometimes,” you said as you went to go fetch whatever he wanted. He didn’t say what he needed, but this was routine for you by this point.

You handed him the ingredients he needed and then set off to get the utensils. Outside of the kitchen you could here the tables being prepped by another server who just walked in. Your boss, Matilda, never lent a helping hand, well, not unless she was hitting you or pulling you to go somewhere of course.

“Here you go, need anything else?”

Brason shook his head and shooed you away, “go help the other waitress out there, and try not to get Matilda’s bedside again. If you keep doing so, she’ll change the deal she has with you about this place.”

You nodded, “I- I understand.”

“Also, be glad Matilda didn’t notice the mud clinging to the bottom of your skirts. You know how she feels about that.”

You nodded again before heading out of the kitchen. The rest of the day goes by without a hitch with the exception of a few men catcalling you and another grabbing at your thigh. You were able to shake them off, but with some trouble.

“And that should be enough!”

Brason looked at all the food you had paid for. All of it slowly being put into a small cart you had invested in.

“You taking that to the-“

“Yes, I am,” you said cutting him off, “thank you for cooking my order, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Brason nodded as he went to clean up the kitchen and lock up for the night as you pushed the cart out of the bakery. Your hands steady as you went to the poor district.

Many had greeted you warmly as you started to pass out food and others would silently thank you. You would do your best to nod and smile despite the throbbing pain in your cheek. And then, you finally came to the silver-haired man from before, but this time he was talking with someone you recognized.

“Miss l/n,” Charles greeted. He was nice man who fought in a war this country had, and sadly he had lost one of his legs during it. You were always sure he got something to eat.

“Good evening Charles,” you said as you squatted down to hand him his food, “how are you feeling?”

“Better than yesterday.”

You nodded as you stood up to get another, and moved to squat down in front of the silver-haired man, “for you.”

This time you didn’t have to call out to him. He was fully awake and ready for you, but what you were surprised about was his clear focus on you as he accepted the food you offered him. Most people here never had such clear focus, their eyes usually dulled and never as bright as his were.

“Thank you and uhh Miss l/n was it? That mark on your cheek. It wasn’t there this afternoon.”

“O- oh, this? Yes, I am a bit clumsy and accidentally … fell into a door! Yes! That’s it! The door handle bruised my face when I fell down!”

Charles huffed beside the man, “a terrible liar as always… the woman she works for, Matilda, hates how she hands food out to us, so every once and a while she likes to take her frustrations out on the poor girl.”

“Charles…”

The man huffed again, “don’t try to deny it, that woman is wicked and I won’t let you hide her abusiveness towards you to make us feel like the world could do no wrong.”

“I understand Charles,” you went to stand up, “anyway, I better hand out the rest, I’ll see you all in the morning.”

You gave them a small wave as you went back to your cart to finish handing out the rest, and when you were finally done you went to push your cart towards the direction of your home. It was a little outside the city in a small little cottage, but to you it was home.

Once you got to your home, you happily opened the door, pushed the cart inside and stored it off to the side before rushing to throw yourself in bed. You needed a bath, but for now you wanted to press your face into your pillows. Though, a part of you did remember how snow still clung to your boots you didn’t take off and the mud that still painted the edges of your skirts to your dress.

Guess you’ll be washing your sheets tomorrow too…, but you decided to ignore all of that for now as you closed your eyes, sleep being all too tempting as you felt yourself start to drift off.

No dreams inflicted you this time, but you were quick to startle awake when you heard something break and slam open. You had shot up in your bed quickly. Eyes wide and alright as they tried to adjust in the dark.

And it was as clear as day when a new sound started to echo within the house.

Footsteps…

C R EA K C REA K C R E A K

You could hear how your floorboards ached under the weight of someone walking towards your room causing you to jump out of your bed and run for your window, but when you got to it and started to fiddle with the latch to get it to open, a rock crashed right through it barely missing you as you let out a scream and stumbled backwards.

“Hey! You didn’t hit her in the head with that rock did you,” a man called out from your hallway as he entered your bedroom.

Another had forcefully knocked out the rest of the glass in your window before climbing in himself, “she’s fine, just spooked her was all.”

You ran to your bed, though you knew that the blanket you used as a shield will do little for you.

“This is the girl Matilda told us about, yeah?”

…Matilda…?

“What, what does she have to do with this,” you managed to ask. The man chuckled softly at your meek sounding question, “bingo. Looks like it is her.”

He moved to come towards you causing you to yell at him, “answer my question!”

You were trying to stall for time, trying to find a way out, trying to survive-

One of them laughed loud at this, “don’t worry, she didn’t hire us to kill you, she just wants us to teach you a little lesson about stray dogs.”

You could feel yourself start to shake as he undid his pant’s belt buckled the other taking off his own shirt.

“Stay- stay away from me!”

The slimmer man of the two (the one who climbed through the window) grabbed the blanket you were holding and ripped it from your grasp before grabbing your arms.

“No, no, no, no! Get off- get off of me! Someone- anyone Help me, please help me!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs as the bigger man grabbed your legs and forced them open while bunching your skirts above your waist despite your efforts at trying to kick him in the balls.

“Please save me!”

As the two were struggling to get your clothes off, you saw a shadow of another in the doorway making you cry harder. She sent three of them?!

Though, instead of coming to assist the two men like you had thought, the shadow moved too fast for your eyes to see, but you could see the glint of a blade in the moonlight that escaped into your room, and you watched as the blade arced and slashed sideways.

Your breath caught in your throat as a spray of blood spurted from the bigger man’s neck. His head instantly detaching and falling into your lap. The shirtless man cussed and let go of your arms, but before he could grab anything to defend himself with the sword had ran right through him, straight through the heart. Blood was quick to fill his mouth and pour from his lips like a waterfall as he fell forward into the blade. Though before his dead body could even touch the shadow, the shadow had removed his sword from his chest and moved aside for the body to fall face first into the floor.

Then the shadow turned to you making you crawl backwards into the bed.

“Please, don’t be scared, miss l/n.”

That voice… it belongs to the silver-haired man!

The shadow stepped into the moonlight that cascaded into your room, and you could clearly see his face now since he had tied up his long silver hair back. His golden eyes trying to hold a comforting look in them.

“How… how did you know-“

“I saw those two following you… I- I am usually a good judge of character, and I, well, I hoped I was wrong, but…,” his voice trailed off as he walked up to you. You froze in place when he reached for you, but instead of grabbing you, he had gently grabbed a hold of the bottom of your skirts that were bunched up at your waist and gently tugged them down to your ankles so that you were once again fully covered.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” he said as he stepped back and went to retrieve your blanket from the floor and handed that to you as well.

You shook your head as you gratefully took the blanket from him, “n- no, I- you- you saved me, so thank you.”

His smile was gentle before his gaze fell to the bodies, “I will take care of them.”

“What should I do?”

“Rest there, I’ll be back, I promise.”

To show you that he will return, he rested his sword against a wall and then lifted both bodies and the head as if they had weighed nothing and left your room in a hurry.

You weren’t sure how long he was gone, but it felt like hours before you heard your front door open and your breath to hitch.

By this point, you had lit a lamp next to your bedside and even cleaned up most of the blood that had gotten on your floor. Your eyes were now focused on the entrance to your bedroom, and you could feel yourself let out a sigh of relief when you saw the silver-haired man walk through your door.

The man looked around before nodding and heading to get his sword, “well I-“

“Please don’t go!”

You called out to him when his back turned. You didn’t know what to say when he looked back at you, but you came up with something quick.

“I didn’t get your name.”

He smiled at you, “it’s Jing Yuan.”

“Jing Yuan,” you tested out the name on your tongue. It was foreign, but you liked the sound of it when it left your lips.

“And you, miss l/n?”

You realized that he didn’t know your first name, so you gave it to him.

“Y/n L/n,” he mimicked you by testing out your name on his lips.

“Jing Yuan?”

“Yes?”

“Would you … like to be my guard? You can sleep in the extra room here and I can pay you too!”

“You want me to be your guard?”

You nodded, “just in case Matilda does something like this again… I’ll- I’ll feed you too! And even get you new clothes, or- or buy you as many weapons as you want.”

He gently quieted, a small chuckle leaving his lips, “I have no need for your money, but… a place to stay, some food, and some new clothes won’t hurt.”

“Then you mean?”

He nodded as he fully turned towards you, “I’ll be your guard from now on.”

And true to his word, Jing Yuan was your guard and he guarded you fiercely. And now that you both were living together, you got to know a lot about him like how he was a general in a foreign land, but was exiled due to corruption within his people’s government which explained why he had no belongings or money on him. As for you, he learned how Matilda took you I as a servant and how poorly she treated you. He also learned of your determination to get the bakery for yourself one day and promised to help you get it.

And, of course, with living together came other things too…

“I- I’m so sorry,” you all but screamed as you slammed the door to the bathroom shut.

You could hear his laughter from inside causing a rush of embarrassment rush through you.

You both had been living together for two years now. And Matilda has sent men after you a total of twelve times now, but Jing Yuan was always there to protect you.

Despite all of this, however, you never saw him naked… granted, he only had his shirt off, but it was still embarrassing especially since you gained a crush on the man.

He was overly sweet with you, he taught you things and was ever so kind to you and only ever asked for food and new clothes when it comes to protecting you. Not to mention that he was hot, it was only a matter of time before you fell for him.

“You know,” he started as he leaned against your bedroom door, “there is nothing shameless about seeing me without a shirt.”

“I just don’t want to intrude on your privacy- YUAN,” you all but screamed his name when you turned around to confront him, but this time he was only in a bath towel that hung around his waist, and all too visibly, you could see the outline of his-

You shook your head and turned back around, “how dare you tease me! You’re so mean!”

“Am not.”

You could tell how his voice sounded closer than before which was another thing you had learned about him while living together. He walked without a sound.

“Yuan-,” your breath hitched when you felt his chest press against your back, his heat radiating off of him in waves.

“Tell me to get out of your room,” his voice was soft as he spoke to you, “tell me to never act this way with you again.”

You felt his arms wrap around your waist, “tell me no.”

You turned within his hold, you could feel how your face just felt absolutely on fire, but… you’ve been selfishly pining for this man for two years now. The two of you having living together and nothing happening besides the occasional cuddle session on the couch or a comforting hug to get through the day.

“I want this,” you managed to say looking up at him, “I want you.”

He pulled you closed, your breasts pressing against his muscled chest, “are you sure? Because if we do this… I’m never letting you go.”

“Then hold onto me fiercely.”

He smiled when he bent down to seal your lips together. His arms shifting so that his hands could grab a hold of your hips and press his hardening bulge against you.

“Then I’ll love you just as fiercely too.”

He gently pushed you back towards your bed, and when the backs of your knees hit the edge you fell backwards, and he was quick to follow after you. His body caging you in as he pressed his body weight down on you. Your hands went to grab a hold of him. Your fingers pressing into his shoulders as you held onto him.

He detached his lips from your own for a mere moment as he let go of your hips to get your dress off. His fingers worked on your tied strings and buttons before cursing, “apologies sweet girl.”

“What- Yuan!”

You watched as he easily ripped your dress open just to look at your nude form.

“No panties?”

You huffed and looked away from him, “it gets freaking hot in here since it’s summer and all-“

He laughed lightly as his eyes roamed your nude figure. And almost curiously he let his fingers trail up your thigh before going in between your legs, and cautiously he let his fingers run along your folds causing a small sound to escape your lips. The sound made him grin as continued to lightly play with your cunt as he leaned back down to capture your lips again. And all too easily he got you to play to his tune.

“Yu- Yuan,” you sung his name with the softest of voices.

“Has anyone seen you like this? Touched you like this?”

You shook your head as he slowly pushed a finger into you fluttering hole. Your walls immediately clenched around his digit as you shifted your hips up, “mmm- ah! Feels weird putting your finger in there, Yuan!”

He pressed soft kisses onto your neck in response as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, the way his finger grazed your inner walls had you keening and a loud moan broke through your lips the moment he added a second.

“Just like that, love,” he said as he watched you buck your hips into the palm of his hand. His eyes all but mesmerized at the way your hole clenched around his fingers, and when he felt that strong tightening around his digits, he pulled them out. Your whine for him to put them back in causing him to laugh lightly, “relax, we’re not done yet.”

You looked at him through half-lidded eyes as he let his bath towel fall. How he managed to keep that wrapped his hips was impressive, but you decided to ask about it later when your eyes landed on his cock.

“Can you spread your legs for me, sweet girl?”

You liked how he asked you, you liked how sweet he was with you, you liked his gentleness. Which was how you found yourself opening up your legs for him, and when you felt his leaking tip press and slide against your folds, he caught your eyes.

“We can always stop.”

You shook your head, “I want to keep going. Please, Yuan.”

He smiled down at you before leaning in close. His arms coming up to rest on either side of your head on his elbows so he wouldn’t squish you or hurt you, and truthfully the closeness now was much better since his lips were in kissing distance.

“Hit me, push me away, hell even hit me with that oil lamp if you want me off of you, alright?”

“I will, but that won’t happen.”

“It’s just a precaution, love.”

You shut him up by capturing his lips, and he took that as a chance to push the tip of his cock into your cunt. Your walls seized around him the moment he was halfway in and he knew what was happening when you clamped down unexpectantly when he had pushed all the way in.

You gasped and moaned into his mouth when you came around his cock. Your hips bucking hard up into him as he clenched his teeth and started to slowly thrust into you, working you through your orgasm.

“I- I didn’t expect you to do that,” Jing Yuan all but gasped as your cunt gripped him like a vice, “s- shit.”

He stuttered and gasped like a virgin as your pussy clung to his hard cock. His moans were just as loud as yours as he stroked your insides hard and fast. Feeling you like this, he knew he wouldn’t last not while you started to meet his thrusts with your hips.

The tip of his cock reached far in you, it hitting all the right spots as he angled himself to hit your cervix, “you- I’m not going to last,” he said as you wrapped your legs around his hips, “you need to put your legs down.”

You shook your head as you caught hip lips again, “inside,” you managed to moan out, “cum inside me,” you said against his lips. He all but growled against your lips as he pushed his weight down on you. His thrusts becoming harder and more eractic as he chased his high and yours. And just as you came again, he finally released hot, white spurts of come into you. His cum was hot as it soaked your insides as you coated his cock with your own arousal. And when he stopped to catch his breath, you expected him to pull out, but instead he shoved his cock in deep to plug up your hole. The action made you gasp as you felt his tip hit your cervix.

“You wanted my cum, so it stays right where you wanted it.”

You hugged him closer to yourself, your bodies molding together like a imperfect puzzle.

He protected you fiercely and loved just as much.

“You… you better get me a new dress.”

“I’ll get you a thousand dresses,” he says as he pulls away a bit and reaches for your nightstand. Sitting up, you gave him a confused expression as he pulled out two boxes and handed them to you. Before you could open them though, he had rolled over taking you with him so that you were sitting on his cock and straddling his lap. The new angle made you wriggle in his hold.

“Open them,” his voice echoed softly as he grabbed you by the hips and just as you were about to open the first one, he lifted your hips and slammed you back down his length. A moan ripped through your lips as he grinned up at you.

“Focus, love, don’t you want to see what I got you?”

You wondered how he got the gifts into your drawer without you noticing but couldn’t ask with how his cock was splitting you. So, with any focus that you could muster, you went back to opening the gifts despite the way he had you bouncing on his dick.

“A- A ring?”

“Mmm,” he hummed nodding, “a wedding ring…, if you’ll have me.”

Your lips trembled, you would of cried if you weren’t being fucked onto his cock.

“Though, with the way your cunt is hugging my dick, I guess that’ll be a yes.”

You nodded unable to form words as you shakily put the ring on your finger and carefully you started to open the other one.

“A- a key?”

“It’s-“ his voice got cut off when you came around him again, your third orgasm being as unpredictable as the first, “a key to the bakery. I bought it for you,” his voice was shaky as he filled you up again.

"Yu- Yuan!”

You all but cried out for him when you flung yourself down onto him, your arms wrapping around his neck so you could hold him still and kiss him hard.

He planned to hold onto you forever, even if it meant destroying all who opposed you. But meh, Matilda had what was coming to her anyway.

“I love you.”

“And I’ll love you just as fiercely.”

[chernov]

The year of the dragon is coming to an end... but his journey is just beginning

Happy New Year!

[gureshiin]

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