#ANOTHER FOXIAN I WIN

[majunju]

jiaoqiu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shenachigans]

BR33DING | Yukong

PAIRING: Transfem!Yukong x Fem!Reader

CW: smut, breeding (duh), sexually pent-up Yukong, brief mention of jealous Yukong, implied workers with benefits, bottom female afab reader

SUMMARY: Yukong eventually succumbs to her desire to breed you.

A/N: I haven't done her story quest (I can't bring myself to huhu) so I'm not sure if her backstory is accurate. Also, wow, it took me a while to write for another HSR character. Think of this as my peace offering before I disappear again ;>

WORDS: 443

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

As someone dedicated to their position, Helm Master Yukong is restless from her duties. But then she met you: someone who could wash her stress away in seconds. Your presence lifts her grumpy mood whenever things don’t go as planned, a habit from her past as a racer. 

You allow Yukong to use you as she pleases, letting herself indulge in your body as she wishes. She loves how pliable and obedient you are for her pleasure. Oh, how your mouth and hands artistically moved around her cock until your face and tongue got covered with her stringy release. 

Yukong, however, did not indulge herself in using your pussy. She had reasons you didn’t know, but she did make it up to you. Like you, her tongue and fingers were her instruments, pleasuring your nub and drooling hole. Calloused fingers grazed your silky walls as she fingered you on her lap in the comfort of her office. Foxian tongue brushed against your cervix as she made you sit on her face during work hours.

Your reactions were a sight, and your moans were music to Yukong’s ears. Not only would her ears and tail twitch, but her cock also. She has not made it known to you, but it was her forbidden desire to breed you — wanting to paint your walls white and fill your womb with her cum. She would only stop when you’re pregnant with her pups. But such a desire wasn’t in your agreement, for she refused to tell you about it.

As a former Starskiff racer, Yukong was prone to let her emotions consume her. She desired to win every race she competed in, but it was a greedy desire. She did not win every race. Thus, anger and impatience gained control in those moments. After all, she was a young foxian back then. If she were to let herself use your pussy, it would become a problem. Her desires were strong, and your flower was bait. Indulging herself in such would only make her lose control. Then again, self-control has its limits.

Yukong lost her composure when someone threatened to take you away: another hungry foxian setting their eyes on you, slowly whisking you away with their presence. Only then would she act upon her instincts and do as she desired. No one would dare steal you from her when you’re pregnant with her pups. The feeling of your pussy around her cock was euphoric. She had never been so drunk in pleasure. The way you clench your walls suffocated her length, milking her cock dry as if you were silently pleading for her to make you hers. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this format! Please do tell me if you would want more fanfics written like these :)

© shenachigans — do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or copy.

[linlinlong]

As an artist, what about a scene in fiction grabs your attention and makes you want to convey it in an illustration?

Thank you, wonderful Key, who gave me so much inspiration that it was enough not only to enable me to draw again, but also to be able to even answer this question because now I have so many PLANS and PROJECTS and so much FUN and INTEREST and... well, you get it :) You are the best <3

It is actually very rare that A SCENE grabs my attention. Usually I would be into the whole work so much that I’d want to draw at least something for it. It would be like an itch, a feeling that I so want to do something more about it that I can’t stop with just reading and even rereading it.  So let’s say the work is already very inspiring and I like it a lot, and I got this itch. The process of choosing a scene for me to draw is actually much more clinical than one may think.

Here I need to put in a tiny disclaimer that I have some level of aphantasia (probably due to high myopia), so I can’t easily visualize things: everything is blurred unless I try harder and force myself to see some details, which I normally don’t :D However, I have a somewhat experienced hand that luckily just knows what to draw, so usually I keep sketching until the shape of the sketch fully aligns with the blurred image in my mind.

Because of this problem, the scene has to have:

A clear description of postures of the characters, and better if they are just before / right in the middle / just after some action-ish interaction.

A clear (or at least some) description of clothes (I have no knowledge of or interest in fashion, so dressing characters from scratch is always very difficult for me)

A clear description of the background and foreground

So, everything here starts with “a clear description of…” :D If one of the points is missing the other two have to be strong enough to compensate for it.

However, it has happened a few times that a single scene grabbed my attention. I think it happens when the author magically describes a scene or location which I have already imagined on my own before. It is very rare and now that I compare the scenes, they all include a very solid build up in terms of the description of the surroundings and happen closer to the second half of the narration for the scene. So looks like it has more to do with the graphical description of the atmosphere and the location rather than with what the characters do. The images of the scenes immediately pop up in my head unprompted and are much less blurred than what I’m used to, which melts my heart right on the spot.

Some examples include (all from amazing fics!):

WinTeam

The kiss scene in the downpour under a tree in MUSE by @thebroccolination

Win and Team talking at the railing overlooking the Thames after the Christmas market not-date in Fireproof by @thebroccolination

Win and drunk Team talking under a tree after the wedding  in Trust What Fits by @thebroccolination

Swim club members gathered at the party and sitting on “white plastic chairs found duplicated in every backyard across the globe” and also then Win and Team talking in a small bathroom afterwards in the next chapter in Prelude by @nejineeee

Wangxian

Young LWJ and WWX lying on the bank of the lake in the scorching heat with cicadas buzzing in you'll always know me by @fapamir . It is an assembly of scenes all come together in one image in my head.

LWJ picking wet Foxian up as he stands in the frame of his opened door in the rain at night in many fox given by @defractum

The kiss scene in “a real winter wonderland” in Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars by @bidet-of-evil

Young LWJ and WWX talking about “playing chess in their heads” before falling asleep in Trebuchet by @ziusik

So far I have not illustrated any of these scenes, but all of them are there, waiting in line in my head together with a list of about 20 other works across WinTeam and Wangxian that I would love to illustrate in one way or another.  

P.S. I hope I mentioned everyone correctly and found the right handles for the authors :) You are all amazing and thank you so much for sharing your talent with us, readers!

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

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Attending the festival hadn't been Lingyun’s plan this year, but refusing Chenhua’s hopeful request had proven difficult. As a result, he found himself picking her up from her home while the sun still hung high in the sky, letting her lead him through the bustling streets. Throughout the day, he was offered more food than his modest appetite could handle, leaving him to awkwardly hand over his untouched mooncakes to a group of children they passed by.

The kids eagerly snatched them up, with some parents gently reminding them to say "thank you," while others said nothing at all, perhaps recognizing him. If the occasional odd look bothered Lingyun, he made no sign of it. Instead, he moved along quickly, his shoulders subtly relaxing the farther they got from the crowd.

As day gave way to night, they paused to admire a nearby stall before their attention was drawn to an archery competition. When Chenhua suggested watching, Lingyun hummed in approval.

It was sometime in the middle of the event, with a teenage Foxian lining up for his second shot, that Lingyun casually remarked, “My father often signed me up for tournaments like this.”

His tone was neutral, as if it were merely a fact rather than a memory he might have been proud of. It was innocent enough to share. Her knowledge of his upbringing was minimal at best.

“I won three years in a row when I was younger.”

His victories had satisfied his father enough to shift his focus elsewhere, opting to showcase his heir in other ways after that. The sharp thunk of an arrow hitting its target silenced any further commentary, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Lingyun turned to Chenhua, tilting his head slightly.

“Are you enjoying the festival?” he asked.

mid-autumn festival. @rvinfall

To say that Chenhua was pleased that Lingyun would be joining her for this year's festivities would be a gross understatement. She was positively excited that he had accepted her invitation, as part of her had prepared for him to decline the offer entirely, but here they were; the craftswoman and commander strolling side-by-side along the streets positively brimming with all manner of merriment.

Happiness filled Chenhua's heart as they went about the day, sampling festive flavors and perusing the shops carrying special memorabilia. She smiled warmly as Lingyun gifted his leftover mooncakes to a group of passing children, but noticed how some of the parents looked at him rather strangely, as though they weren't expecting to see him out and about. It was true that Lingyun was a man who kept to himself, and was rarely seen in public outside of active duty, but it was precisely the reason why Chenhua had decided to invite him to celebrate the festival with her.

She simply didn't want him to be alone on such a wonderful occasion.

Night soon fell upon the Luofu, and with it came the spectacular sight of dazzling paper lantern displays, their lights shining all aglow around the streets, gardens, and waters. Many games and events also began to take place, such as the archery contest which Chenhua and Lingyun decided to spectate. They both sat in comfortable silence for a time watching the athletes compete against one another until the commander suddenly spoke up, causing the foxian to blink up at him in surprised interest, slightly shifting in her seat to better face Lingyun.

"Really? I didn't know that." She smiled softly. "It sounds like you were very talented to win all those contests back then. Did you enjoy competing in them?" It was, of course, an innocent question on Chenhua's part, for she was unaware of the true extent of Lingyun's home life; how he had been molded and shaped into a tool for the Zhao clan and raised to obey without question. She would be horrified of the truth if it ever came to light, but at the present moment, Chenhua answered Lingyun's inquiry with mirthful eyes, gleaming as though a gentle radiance from within poured out.

"Oh, yes! This has always been one of my favorite times of the year, and I've never grown tired of it even after celebrating it for so long." As the rallying from the throng around them died down, she lifted a hand to place it over the commander's bicep, her features growing softer as she murmured her next words.

"I know we've done a lot today, but... I hope you still had a good time, Lingyun."

[artheresy]

HSR LEAKS

If you don’t want to see like any leaks at all pls avoid

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Okay so apparently, APPARENTLY, there has been data put in for a character by the name of Feixiao… y’know The General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing so I think the next ship might already be decided 👀

And listen, I wanted the Zhuming, I still want the Zhuming, I hope it’s next because I need Huaiyan like I need air in my lungs… but Baiheng is from the Yaoqing and Jing Yuan said her family was one of the most renown Foxian families on the Yaoqing which could mean Baiheng lore is very VERY likely WHICH MEANS I STILL WIN 🎉🎉

Say what you want about being tired of the Xianzhou, I NEVER get tired of it not even tired of specifically the Luofu. Partially because I love exploring immortality both in terms of the extent of immortality and self healing but also the extent to which lifespans fundamentally affect all parts of people’s lives like in specifically regards to love to give one example. Thinking about like Banxia from Bailu’s story quest and also the world quest about the Vidyadhara guy (who himself was… ugh) who keeps falling in love with this one Xianzhou Native for multiple reincarnations, jealous of his previos self each lifetime, and how she gradually loses the spark and interest in love and passion due to her lifespan and her continuously going through this?? The exploration is so good… I love that they went multiple long life species with different lifespans and circumstances around being long life, it gives so much to play with and I am so so excited to see us go to another part of the Xianzhou fleet and have just their circumstances explored more !!

[phasmascript]

@vulpesly: ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞

[ fuyumi @ xeiyi, or xiaoyu @ zhihao, your pick! ]

"Yumi- wait- I Give!" Hands up in defeat as he backs up a little, even as the foxian advances. His fault, Xeiyi guesses- for attempting to tease the foxian. Another step back- then another, only to trip and fall backwards from a forgotten pipe. He really needs to clean up his room.

Fuyumi is on him even before his back hits the floor, finger viciously tickling at his side as he squirms and tries to protect himself from the vicious tickle monsters.

"I give! I give! You win, I'm sorry- Yuyu!" Loud words said between giggles and laughs.

[luckiestgambler]

A bar in Penacony was truly one of the most diverse places you could go. You can find people from all about the universe there for business or just enjoyment. So it wasn't horribly out of place to see a foxian male at one of the poker tables struggling to win due to his tail betraying his poker face. Practically wagging like a dog when he'd be dealt a good card and drooping when bad. He didn't even seem to notice this, too zoned into the game. Just assuming his losing streak was due to bad luck.

Watching from the sidelines, the gambler looks at him struggle so much. It is kind of amusing but at the end of the day it isn’t much fun seeing people lose so much money… does he even have enough for another round? he sighs softly and gets up, putting his hand on the male’s shoulder. “Hey, friend. How about I tell you a secret that would…” He looks at the score and grimaces, “…help you have a chance at winning?” he looked at him with a tight smile, he really doesn’t know why he even bothered, but oh well.