#HSR jingyuan

[sleepynoons]

jing yuan x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: somnophilia, dubcon (because consent is not explicitly given, but you and jing yuan are in an established relationship with implied unbreakable trust and loyalty), oral (receiving + giving), cum eating, slight size kink (jing yuan's dick is,,, girthy,,, i know it,,, he was in my bed last night), one mention of pain (giving)

notes: lmk if i missed anything in the warnings. jing yuan, i love you, i need you to be real RIGHT NOW.

IT'S VERY rare for you to come home later than jing yuan. after all, he’s the general of the xianzhou luofu, and when does he truly have a moment of respite? regardless, you return home much later than usual as there was an emergency at work that required your whole team to pull overtime.

haphazardly, you peel off your work clothes, leaving behind a trail of stockings, a coat and work robe that are sure to be crumpled the following morning, and finally, your undergarments. you hop into the shower for a quick cleanse but return equally as naked back to bed.

but late nights have always been cruel to you. no matter how tired and stressed out you are, if you’re still awake at ungodly hours of the morning, it will take you hours more to fall asleep. usually, you’d pass the time by counting sheep (to no avail), playing around on your phone, or even resume working, but because jing yuan has decided to crash at your place tonight, you can’t entertain yourself without risking waking your fiancé.

you smile at the thought. the whole engagement was truly an affair, you recall. you and jing yuan have known each other for your whole lives, but there was always a distance and awkwardness between the two of you. even into adulthood, the two of you were never close. however, at the behest of your own parents’ request, jing yuan and you began to meet on arranged dates to see if a relationship was possible.

it’s not like you were against marrying jing yuan. you weren’t in a relationship of your own, and it was better than being wedded off to a stranger, or worse, someone from another xianzhou flagship and having to move from the luofu. besides, jing yuan didn’t seem to mind and didn’t have any engagements of his own, and the two of you began to form a comfortable acquaintance.

but the engagement itself came out of nowhere. after months of arranged dates and meetings, one time, jing yuan had brought the master diviner, fu xuan, herself. jing yuan wore a lackadaisical expression, but something about the way his arms were still by his side and his jaw was locked implied nervousness.

fu xuan intently stared at you before sighing and sitting down across from you.

“i sincerely do not mean to take up too much time,” she said. her tone had a sarcastic edge to it, though it’s not directed at you. you peered up at jing yuan, who’s looking at you expectantly, and you nodded to let the diviner proceed. 

“i am here for the luofu’s sake. as a diviner, i have the ability to seek answers and foretell the unfoldings of a destiny requested.

“however, there is no need to divine such a fate as obvious as yours and the general’s. i am here to humbly request that the two of you get engaged immediately.”

you chuckle as you remember fu xuan’s words.

shocked, you managed to say, “s-sorry, what?”

fu xuan crossed her arms and legs, and stared at you, transparently unimpressed. “the luofu’s general is madly in love with you. how you have not noticed after all of these years, i am not sure, but it is, over time, becoming a noticeable nuisance to those on the luofu.”

you were still too confused. “what? a nuisance? in what regard?”

“as i said, everyone but you seems to be aware of the general’s affections for you. a bet on the general’s wedding date has gone too far, and we need to put a rest to this incessant noise and distraction. general jing yuan loves you, and i think it is time i step in and nudge you in the right direction as well.”

you scoffed because the word “nudge” was an extreme understatement. fu xuan was not being subtle at all (and something in you wondered if she was partaking in the bet and just wanted to win).

jing yuan cleared his throat. fu xuan harrumphed and took her leave. the general sat beside you and put a hand gently on your arm.

calmly, he reassured, “the master diviner is quite strong-willed, and while she means well, do only take her words with a grain of salt. after all, this is our relationship.”

instead, you asked, “is what she said true? that you have affections for me?” jing yuan simply smiled, but you noticed a melancholic glint in his eyes.

after a few moments, he still did not say anything. you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.

“well,” you breathe, “we should find a time to go ring shopping, no?”

you must’ve done a poor job concealing your giggles because jing yuan’s hand begins to pat around the bed looking for you. you swiftly take his palm in your palm, and bring it up to your lips to press a kiss on his knuckles.

“what is amusing my fiancée so much?” he grumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

you hum, “i was just thinking about our engagement.”

“mm, there is still much left to do.”

you admire his side profile and trace with your eyes the waves and curls of your fiancé’s thick silver hair. because it’s loose and untied, it’s sprawled all over your pillow, and if you turn your head slightly, you’re sure the tips of it will tickle your nose. you follow the silver down to his bare chest, and – suddenly, an idea hits you, one that is sure to help you fall asleep.

in the moments that you spent observing and memorizing your lover, he had fallen back asleep. you feel slightly guilty for what you’re about to do, but when has jing yuan ever directed any anger towards you?

you pull off the covers, and jing yuan doesn’t flinch or shift. after all, he’s always run a bit warm. the harder part was settling between his legs, but there was no way to make room without forcing them apart, so instead, you do your best to settle your knees on the sides of his rib cage and lean forward, ass facing his head. this position is slightly more promiscuous and forward than what you’re used to, but then again, you’ve been without sleep for almost a whole day now and you know you can’t think straight for a moment longer. besides, the possibility of him waking up and seeing you like this sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine.

you begin to mouth and drool over his briefs. he’s warmer down here, and the smell of fresh laundry and jing yuan’s natural scent further drives your ministrations. after a few more seconds, you feel his cock stirring underneath the swipes of your tongue, and you finally begin to peel down his underwear to free him.

even though he’s only half-hard, he’s large. you lick your lips and gulp, moreso to prepare yourself. giving head to jing yuan has always been tiresome, with his size and all, and that’s exactly what you need.

one hand gently fondles his balls, the other clutches onto the bedsheets in search of balance. your mouth is busy suckling at the head of your lover’s cock, and you have to remind yourself constantly to not release any lewd moans.

finally, when jing yuan’s dick is hard enough, you begin to bob your head and take him in more deeply. you’re beginning to ache at your core, too, but you’re more occupied with the thought of making your fiancé cum in his sleep than pleasuring yourself.

with every bob, you suck in more. the head of his dick prods past your tonsils and at the back of your throat. sometimes, when he’s in too deep, you have to gag and tighten your throat, but that only seems to feel even better. at one point, you have to pause, and as you regain your breath, you admire how his cock is pulsating and turning rouge and purple with need. you’re impressed, truly, with how still and silent jing yuan’s been, but you’re relieved that you’ve not been caught in such a compromising position.

no more time to waste. taking one last deep breath, you dive back in, going faster, ignoring the throbbing in your extended jaw. you’ve added one hand, to make up for the length that you can’t stuff into your mouth, and you feel confident that you can make him cum soon. the sound of your slurping, gagging, gasps fill the room, booming in the face of silence. you’re beginning to lose your mind and are no longer careful enough to prevent yourself from letting out low moans and whimpers. you feel slick gliding down your inner thighs as well, and you swipe a bit of it with your palm to aid in your working of your lover’s cock.

from the corner of your eyes, you see jing yuan’s thighs start to twitch, a sight that almost makes you purr with satisfaction. the throbbing and heat of his cock is also becoming uncontrollable, and you know he’s close. you keep going, eyes closed in concentration, and urge yourself to go impossibly faster. as you take in his length, you also work your tongue more aggressively, licking at the veins that wind around his shaft, and lap at his tip and slit when you pull up. finally, you move the hand that was clutching onto the bedsheets to his thighs and sink your nails into the muscle and fat of his legs. the unexpected combination of pleasure and pain sends him over, and you seal your lips around his cock to drink all of his cum. your eyes roll back as you taste the cream, gooey, smooth, and slightly salty, sliding down your throat. 

but the moment doesn’t last long as fatigue begins to take over. you lick at some of the remnants of jing yuan’s climax that have escaped before sliding his underwear back on properly and tucking yourself around his side, sliding the covers back over the two of you.

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you wake up panting, body writhing and desperately trying to pull away from whatever’s tormenting you. but you can’t, because your legs are tightly wrapped in place, and you have to blink rapidly to clear your vision and look down at your feet. you make eye contact with your lover, his arms tightly holding your thighs in place on his shoulders. he’s busy lapping at your clit, slick and spit drooling down your folds and dripping down onto the bedsheets.

he hums, happy that you’re conscious now, but the sound only serves to vibrate through your sensitive bud, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess. your fiancé refuses to relent until you finally call out his name.

“jing yuan!” you exclaim, hands flying to his silver mane and tugging sharply at his scalp.

he stops and lifts his head up and – the audacity – winks at you.

oh. you feel heat rushing up to your face, and you let out a string of expletives. if your hands weren’t so occupied and tangled in your partner’s hair, you’re sure they would’ve flown up to cover up your burning face. you must be making an embarrassing expression, too.

“you knew! the whole damn time!”

jing yuan chuckles before dipping back down, swiping his tongue from your hole to your clit. then, he finally speaks, “i’m simply repaying quality service. you did take care of me so thoroughly earlier this morning.”

you can only throw back your head and moan. the combination of jing yuan’s expert working of your body and his praise makes you delirious, and you know that your lover is intent on paying you back ten-fold, if not more. after all, jing yuan has always had an overflowing amount of love for you, so generous and intentional with his care and affection, that you know he’d never let you leave the bed if he could. 

maybe today’s the day, you think, before all thoughts are swept away as your fiancé takes you with increasingly more rapture and fervor.

[yurinaa-world]

Could I request Jing Yuan with a cat lover reader?

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan x Gender-neutral reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a cat-lover reader

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, sorry for the short post it's test week, and your cat is referred to as she because I like girl cats, and spelling mistakes,

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

twins!! You have a love for cats and he does too! 

He loves it when you have that habit of petting strays and taking them home with you sometimes. You look so cute when you pass out with the little feline in your arms, he just goes down on one knee to watch you with loving eyes.

You & Your little cat in your arms while you sit on his lap. Looking at the little cutie with such love in your eyes. He just loves it.

He falls for you again and again with your gentle gaze when you look up and he shows that little car in your arms as you smile and telling him to hold your “baby”

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“Try holding her Jing yuan!”

He took the little feline from your hands, holding her with love which just made you so happy. Your cat loved him as well. Every animal loved Jing Yuan, he had his own large feline, yet he loved yours a lot as well. Playing with her paws, gently trancing over it—she loved the feeling. Showing it by crawling at his hand.

You can’t help but laugh at the sight of this cute scene. “They say that their cats are like their owners.” His hand leaves your cat to rub your head which just leaves you dumbfounded at this.

“She’s just like you. Yearning attention and affection.”

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[rigormortissa]

estoyloco

[maxzinn]

FOUND FAMILY TROPE

⇀ tags ; fem!reader, developing relationships, found family, reader is yanqing's mom, jing yuan being a bit emo, slight angst, fluff, happy endings!

⇀ note: here's part 2, sorry it took a while sdjhfjh

part 1

jing yuan never liked the quiet, but he doesn't hate it as well.

sometimes, to him, it's peaceful. the gentle rays of sunlight slowly making its home in his abode, the gentle rustle of the wind, curtains fluttering from the gentle breeze, and the chirping of those tiny little finches that seemingly found comfort in his windows.

but sometimes, it's unsettling. his abode is far too huge for his liking. far too big that despite his huge stature... it makes him feel so small. the quiet seems to haunt him, its silence deafening. The halls are way too quiet, every nook and cranny - every room he barely used...

he was never used to the quiet, never ever got used to it. to jingyuan, the silence was a hard pill to swallow - one that haunted him, one that enables the lonely thoughts and regrets he has in his head. to him, it's a terrifying gamble. one that he doesn't risk, and a risk he doesn't want to take.

yet, he doesn't like the noise either. not when the screams and cries of his people fills the air, not when his friends mourn for their lost friend, not when the final verdict was placed, and not when their hatred and vengeance spoke louder that it drowned the voices of their joyful laughter.

not when chingzu scolds him for the nth time for setting his duties aside, not when fu xuan complains about his sleepiness, and not when another trouble arises in the luofu.

but then suddenly... the noise doesn't seem to be as unbearable as before. when he met you, as cheesy as it sounds.

"yanqing! don't run too fast!" you scolded as yanqing continued to run away from you, laughing and giggling as he played in the general's garden. you sighed in defeat and placed your hands on your waist.

the general chuckled, "it's fine y/n, let the little man play to his heart's content. I don't mind at all"

"you spoil him a bit too much, general. i'm afraid he'll get more and more demanding" you let out a small laugh.

the quiet was slowly filled with noise, ones that came from you and your son... ones that echoed through his oh so empty halls, ones that vibrated through his walls, ones that filled his abode with the color of your tone, ones that replaced the seemingly monochromatic energy of his own home... and ones that he always looked forward to hear in the mornings, afternoons, and nights.

the way you and yanqing would greet him with a sweet "good morning, general!" was something that brought warmth and comfort to his lonely heart. something that gives him peace as you began to serve breakfast on the table with yanqing helping you set up the table...

the way you would sing your lullabies to lull your son to sleep, the way you would hum as you cook in the kitchen, the way you would read yanqing bed time stories, and the way you keep him entertained with your company by telling random stories and tales about yourself...

these are the moments and memories he forever wants to keep - ones that he never intends to sacrifice. one that he will forever engrave and etch on his heart and mind, body and soul.

but then suddenly, the silence doesn't seem to be as unbearable as before. as he watches you and yanqing sleep.

the corner of his lips twitched upwards and turned into a warm smile as he observes the mother and son duo sleeping about in the garden without a single care in the world. your forms are relaxed, the children's book in your hand slipping out of your grasp, your arms wrapped around yanqing as he sleeps on your chest, and the soft snores you both let out wasn't something he was able to miss.

and suddenly, jing yuan hated to not hear the quiet.

"general, you've done enough for me and yanqing throughout my whole recovery. i'm truly grateful for your kindness and care, which is why I think it would be best not to further burden you anymore with our situation as I have recovered” you said with an almost disappointed and apologetic smile, and jing yuan froze in place.

“I already told you, I don’t mind at all as long as you have fully recovered. that would be the only favor I ask of you in return” he said, trying to convince you while trying to mask his desperation

“you’re too kind general, truly. I can’t thank you enough for letting us stay just because of my son’s insistence and tantrums…”

jing yuan could have left you both to the care of the healers of the alchemy commission after he had rescued you and yanqing… but the little man’s cries of fear and worry over his mother made it hard for him to leave. so he held him close, and chose to look after him until you wake up because yanqing who found comfort in the general’s presence - doesn’t want to part with him.

jing yuan could have agreed without any hesitation to your offer, he could have allowed for you to leave his home… but he got so used of your presence that it made it hard for him to agree. those moments where he feels himself truly relax in his abode, the fact that he have someone to come home to… for him to keep on bearing the burden and weight on his shoulders, for everything to be much more bearable than before…

he couldn’t bear coming home to an empty house anymore, where only silence and noise greets him in mockery.

and suddenly, jing yuan hated to silence the noise

as you filled the empty rooms and spaces in his abode, leaving your mark on every corner of his home… driving away the silence that haunts him as he hears your skittering and humming in the kitchen while making dinner, as you read your bedtime stories to your son, as you sing while taking your sweet time in the shower…

for once, jing yuan felt fear.

for once, he lets himself be selfish.

“…I plan to take yanqing as my apprentice” your jaw drops.

“g-general? what are you- that’s too much to ask of you!” you exclaimed.

“the little man wants to become a cloud knight does he not? I don’t see the problem with that” he said with his familiar smug and relaxed demeanor.

“but yanqing has not made any feats worthy of him being your apprentice! general, I ask you to please reconsider”

“I disagree, I see great potential in him and I have no doubts he will reach great heights and perform great feats… I only wish to nurture his talent at a young age” he stepped towards you.

“there are plenty of spare rooms for us to make use of… and I don’t mind you using them. so fret not.”

maybe, this is his way of asking you both to stay. as you look in his eyes, he looks at you with such gentleness… desperation… and longing. for once, the general looked truly lonely, but he couldn’t be anymore sincere of his feelings.

and maybe, just maybe… you might give in to his wishes too.

sksjdh finally complete, sorry it took so long 😭 I don’t know if I did well in writing part 2 but this is the best that my brain could think of 🥹

should I do a part 3 as well??

[aratribow]

Jingyuan has always been made of love,

And love he did from the depths of the ocean to the farthest star in the sky

Love so deep, he drowned farther and farther, inking his blood into the dark waters and the skies

[cloudshuffle]

Butler Sunday doting on reader… wiping the corners of their mouth with a handkerchief or helping style their hair when the other maids aren’t around. Relishing the gentle touches and proximity to them even if it gets him in trouble… I need me a little freak like Sunday. I love the way you write for Jing Yuan too. Two of my favorite characters mwah I am being fed so well. <3

nobility au / fae au

ahh i’m so glad you’re enjoying them!! they’re definitely up there on my favs to write <3

butler sunday’s so fitting for domestic situations like this. he loves just watching while you go about your day, doing normal things like getting your hair done and your face powdered, or reading quietly during your free time in the library. there’s a sort of intimacy in it that he relishes in, and it also feels good knowing that you trust him and feel safe in his company.

(never mind that if he wasn’t butler to the prince, he’d never have gotten the opportunity to meet you. that’s one thing he’s grateful to aventurine for, at least.)

while we’re here i need an excuse to talk about fae jing yuan. he’s been exiled from faerieland for a long time now (on whose authority, you’re not sure), and he’s been wandering around like a lost dog for the past few years (read: decades) trying to find the perfect place to call home.

when he sees you for the first time, jing yuan starts getting the idea that home might not be a place, but a person.

for a fae that’s been living adjacent to mankind for so long, he’s picked up a lot of human mannerisms, but none of the manners fae should have to treat a human.

for example, don’t scare the poor thing.

he’s a little offended when the police come tramping around his stomping grounds. don’t they know that there are creatures living here? they’re not very respectful or gentle with the plants either. he doesn’t know, of course, that after scaring the living daylights of you, you made a report to the police, saying that there’s something in that abandoned place - a wild animal or something, and could they please clear it out.

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Kissing

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Yandere!Jing Yuan x Workaholic!Reader. That's it.

Kidding, but think about it: the Dozing General and his over-caffeinated, bleary-eyed lover. Perhaps you work in the Alchemy Commission. While you're already a hard worker—too hard, in Jing Yuan's opinion—with the recent uprising of the Sanctus Medicus, you've been more stressed than usual.

Jing Yuan, ever the strategist, knows he can't just force you to stay home against your will, even though he wishes he could. Alas, you'd never forgive him. He can already imagine the hurt that would shine in your eyes; even the thought of it sends pain shooting down his spine, piercing straight through his heart.

No, he must be clever about it.

So, he decides to perform a siege, slowly tearing your dreadful, self-destructive working habits to shreds. Really, he's doing you a favor.

Surely, you'll understand.

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One morning, you wake up, tired as per usual due to finishing paperwork and writing reports for hours last night. You get up to move, but feel something—two things, actually—rendering you immobile. Arms, strong and warm, holding you tight. Jing Yuan, still soundly asleep, shifts a little, his grasp on your torso growing tighter.

Reaching with an arm, you attempt to wake your husband up by shaking his shoulder. "Jing Yuan," you whisper, trying to be gentle, though a shred of panic creeps into your voice. "I have to go to work."

The General lets out a soft groan, eyes fluttering open. Even in your fatigued state, you can't help but admire how divine your lover looks, haloed by the golden light of dawn. "Mmh, five more minutes, dearest," he whispers, pressing a series of sweet, tender kisses down the side of your neck to your shoulder.

Five minutes turns into ten. Ten minutes turns into twenty. Before you know it, you're late to work.

Rinse, and repeat. Through it all, Jing Yuan subtly reminds you that you can quit any time you'd like. After all, he earns more than enough money to support the both of you. And besides, he'll be retiring soon. He'll be so lonely at home without you with him. You don't want that, do you?

Eventually, you'll concede. Jing Yuan knows it. On the off chance that you don't, however, Jing Yuan has plenty of other ways to force you to surrender.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

the best kitty - jingyuan

summary; mimi is just too lovable.

genre/extra tags; i love big cats sm :(, jingyuan is a cat trapped inside a general /j, fluff, comedy, clingy jingyuan my beloved, reader is a certified cat lover, big stretch and big yawn !!! iykyk

[gender neutral! reader] [reader is not trailblazer]

word count; 537

a/n; jingyuan enjoyers everywhere, we all actually love mimi /j i love mimi, i want to see mimi in game, Madge >:( hoyo you cowards show us the big cat and let me pet em

"oh, mimi! hi baby!" you cooed as mimi slowly strides over to you, pushing its head against your leg. it chuffs, greeting you as if you were one of its kin. "you look so happy today!" you soon sit on the ground, petting the oversized cat.

from afar stands a lone general. a general who is more than willing to cuddle with his lover but alas the beauty of his impulse buy is stealing all of your attention.

"ack- mimi, you're so big! you're gonna squish me!" the lazy cat rests on your lap, yawning. "big yawn!" you scratch its chin. mimi stretches its head back. "you're so pretty! love you so much!" you press your face into mimi's fur.

"i'm pretty too." jingyuan whines. he dejectedly crawls over to you and mimi. "what about me?" he pouts, moving to rest his head on mimi's body. he looks at you as he tries to gain your attention.

"mm, i don't know..." you pretend to think. mimi twists its body and gets up, leaving the general on the floor. you snicker, "i think mimi is trying to tell me something. what is it, mimi?" mimi spins two times before settling right by your side and laying down its head on your lap. "i think mimi said no."

"okay but you didn't say no." he sits up, moving closer to you to lean his entire weight on you.

"jingyuan!" you yelp as you're forced to lay on the ground. "stop it! you're heavy!"

"but you don't complain when mimi is laying on you!" he wraps his arms around your waist.

"mimi doesn't try to kill me with its weight!" you push your hands against his chest but this man is more than determined to get all your affection and leave nothing for his competition. "are you really jealous of a cat?"

"yes."

you sigh at his immediate answer. "can we at least lay on the couch or the bed?"

"no mimi?"

"love, mimi is more than big enough to figure out how to open a door. mimi will be breaking in to save me." you feel yourself get carried, wrapping your legs around jingyuan's waist to keep yourself steady. "mimi would never kidnap me like this."

"mimi is too attached to you." he huffed, looking down at the white lion. "i saw them first, they're mine." he sticks his tongue out. the pale lion chuffs, looking up at its petty owner. "don't look at me with them big ol' eyes." mimi chuffs again, butting its head against jingyuan's legs.

"i love mimi a normal amount."

"that's a lie."

"yeah, you're right about that. but i also love you. you really do not need to be getting jealous over a cat. mimi is just an affectionate baby."

"too late. mimi, y/n is mine." he's already running to the bed. mimi follows easily, the young cub slinks its way into the bedroom. "back! back i say!"

"jingyuan." you crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. "i'll give your attention. don't scold mimi."

the white haired male grumbles before getting comfortable in your arms. "i'm supposed to be the one with all the attention, you know..."

"well, it's not my fault my lover bought a lion home. the least i could do is nurture the baby."

"mimi is anything but a baby."

[sunday-kisser]

--» "would they lend you their coat/jacket?"

on today's episode — Jingyuan

summary: when the both of you are out and about and you forget your coat/jacket, would he lend you his?

genre: fluff, gn!neutral, established relationship/pre relationship, occasional pet names

notes: getting into writing again with this little piece hehe, hope I'm able to deliver o.o

a GENTLEMAN

not only will he give you his coat, HE will become your personal coat as well

you would be out on a surprise date, after Jingyuan decided to surprise you with a dinner reservation in the evening

everything was perfect, the cold autumn breeze, the golden leafs tumbling down the streets

if only you didn't forget to bring your jacket due to everything happening so fast

you arrived at the restaurant last minute and jingyuan greeted you with a kiss to your hand, taking you inside immediately after

the food was delicious, your stomachs were full and you exchanged loving glances over comfortable conversation

everything was so warm, fuzzy and comfortable with this beautiful man by your side

that was until you two left the restaurant and the air shifted into something even colder, effectively making you shiver

and then it dawned on him that you weren't wearing anything except for a long sweater

jingyuan would immediately take off his coat and carefully drape it over your shoulders, even helping you put it on properly

but don't be fooled, while he is perceptive and would never hesitate to make you feel comfortable — he would also find a way to tease you for being forgetful

this man would hug your body close to his and work as your personal zipper, urging your arms around his body to make sure you're extra close

"My coat is so big on you, will you keep me warm in exchange, darling?"

©sunday-kisser

[tiramisu-rambles]

hi misu 🫣 could i ask for hcs about jing yuan with his lion mimi… and how he’d react to us showing affection to it

jing yuan: with a reader who's close to mimi

From the first time you saw Mimi, you were immediately starstruck by her beauty and wanted to get closer to her. But of course, you couldn't simply approach her so carelessly - she’s still a lion, not a cat.

Mimi fixes you with intelligent eyes and her tail flicks while she observes you. You've been standing at the entrance of the gardens for a while, contemplating your next action.

Jing Yuan jokes that you don’t have to play mental chess with Mimi if you only wanted to pet her - and despite your survival instincts kicking in as you tried to protest, Jing Yuan took your hand in his and led you to Mimi, guiding your fingers to her fur as you marvel at how soft she is.

Fast forward months later: Mimi has essentially found a playmate in you and would playfully bump her head beneath your palm so that you could pet her. She sometimes feels smarter than an animal should be, seeming to make fun of certain… less-likable figures that visit the areas she lingers in, trying to scare them on purpose with a growl, before watching in satisfaction as they flee.

You’re playing with Mimi as usual one day when Jing Yuan arrives, though his steps are quiet enough that neither of you have noticed him yet. He sees the way you’re laughing and leaning against Mimi’s side, pointing to the sky and talking to her about the randomest things; something about the clouds and how one looks like a chicken. Mimi tilts her head at your words, ears twitching as she scrutinizes how that would be caught as food, so high up in the sky.

Jing Yuan has to stifle his laugh at the situation, his heart swelling with affection at just how good you are. How kind and warm of a person you are to have Mimi respond to you so. 

They say animals are the best judge of character after all, and Jing Yuan almost wants to just stay there and watch you both for longer, admiring your peaceful smile that is often warded away by the busyness of life.

He likes seeing the type of smile you wear when you greet him as well, his name falling off your lips in a greeting that's sweeter than birdsong - but Jing Yuan wants to appreciate this little moment, first. With such a long lifespan, it's not often that time seems to slow in tranquility.

(If anyone could see his expression now, his eyes were too-obviously softened with love. Not a very good mask for someone of his status, but you tend to draw things like that out of him when you were alone.)

It makes him want to retire soon so that he could have more relaxed days like these with you, but that shall be a thought for another day. His work was not done just yet.

[eulalias-haven]

summertime—sweetness.

─┈ in which the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu finds peace in how you smile.

ㅤ─┈ jing yuan x gender neutral reader. a small drabble to kick start this blog!

❪⠀themes : fluff & romance!⠀❫

as the general of the xianzhou luofu and the most important man present in the ship, jing yuan has always been surrounded by people who were related to his work. yanqing, his young and dutiful retainer. fu xuan, master diviner of the divination commission. yukong, helm master of the sky—faring commission.

it isn’t uncommon to see jing yuan surrounded by extremely important people; asides, when he’s leaving work to find a good place to nap. the general of the xianzhou luofu is also a member of the seven arbiter general of the cloud knights and the six charioteers.

what was uncommon, though, was to see jing yuan be accompanied by a perfectly normal person that resided in the xianzhou luofu. commonfolk would clamor you once the general left your side to attend his duties, questioning why the ever so elusive and mysterious cloud general spend time with you.

though your answer— “he finds my presence enjoyable! we play chess often.” — would often leave them unsatisfied, only jing yuan would be able to answer that. perhaps fu xuan too, if she dared to rely on her divination. she wouldn’t, though. not after jing yuan himself warned her not to.

jing yuan found peace in your smile.

the first time he saw you smile, he was out with yanqing, surveying the busied streets of the ship. people parted for the general, offering their respects and well—wishes, which he was immensely grateful for. no matter how many times the people in the ship thanked him, jing yuan found it heartwarming all the while.

and yet—nothing could quite compare to your smile.

optics of molten gold catches sight of your smile—his eyes, ever so charming yet meticulous, hidden behind curtains of white. the cloud general found himself stunned; rooted to the spot, as he gazes at your smile. perhaps for others, it was another smile in the sea of other smiles, but it was different for the dozing general.

he finds himself drawn to it—to the way your eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight, how your smile made the corners of your hues crinkle. the full cheeks, dusted by roses blooming ethereally, partnered with the soft laugh you let out—his favorite melody, unbeaten.

it was not a question of “why?”, but a statement of “because.”

why was jing yuan drawn to you? because he found your smile utterly captivating, he loves seeing you smile, he loves hearing you laugh—like the first taste of iced cold tea after a long day of training, akin to the sweet—sourness of lemongrass steeped into it. or, maybe even the first beam of sunlight after tedious cold nights. if jing yuan was a retired soldier who became a poet, he’d compare your smile to the first glances of light after a long battle, to the glow of a healer’s ability after suffering from an arduous wound.

for jing yuan, your smile was light itself; and as the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu, he found peace in it.

[sleepynoons]

jing yuan x f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: nudity, suggestive content

notes: pls lmk if i'm missing any tags or warnings. anyway, nothing explicit this time, experimenting more w/ pieces that heavily focus on sexual tension + build-up. anyway x2, not sure how to describe the setting of this piece. still uses some hrs concepts like aeons. jing yuan is rich, the reader is his maid, and both use more formal language. this was a fun exercise!

THERE ARE a lot of rumors surrounding your master. you hear them when you go grocery shopping, visit the tailor, pick up the dry cleaning, drop off lunches at the front desk on days that he’s busy. some of them are about you – who are you? his wife? mistress? there’s no way you’re just a friend, right?

you’re trained to maintain a stoic facade, but inside, you can’t help but be entertained. you are none of those things, and one can only dream of sharing such a bond with him. you’re content with simply being his maid – you mustn’t tread closer.

on a wooden tray, you neatly arrange a cup of chamomile tea, another cup of warm, honeyed milk, and a folded newspaper of today’s news. before you leave the kitchen, though, you make sure to drop a few treats into a feeding bowl and rub at mimi’s stomach, your master’s beloved dog.

“your father needs some time alone,” you say to the animal. seemingly able to understand your words, mimi’s ears droop at a slight angle and she licks at your fingertips, seeking consolation. “he’ll be out soon, i promise.”

you get back up, wash your hands, and pick up the tray, heading over to your master’s bathroom.

from the hallway, you can hear the sound of water splashing and sloshing. if you strain a bit more, you can arguably make out some humming, nonsensical and haphazard in melody. when you reach the door, you hear submerging, and you know you’re right on time.

you knock on the door twice. “master, may i come in?”

you hear a faint noise of affirmation, no doubt muffled by the wall, and carefully enter without spilling the contents of the tray.

you’re greeted with a dazzling smile and glimmering droplets of soap and water slipping down naked skin.

your master greets you, fine smile lines outlining his rosy lips and delicate nose. “how many times have i told you that just my name will suffice?”

“master jing yuan,” you say as you place his drinks and paper on a designated drawer beside the tub, “how many times have i told you that you shouldn’t ask me to join you when you’re in the bathroom?”

“but who else can help me with my unruly mane of silver?” he pouts, tone feigning innocence.

“your hair isn’t unruly.”

“did you not call it that last time?”

you click your tongue. your master chuckles and turns away from you to face the other end of the tub. you grab a stool, hand him his newspaper, and take your place behind him. with a brush in hand, you unravel the red ribbon tying his hair and, with quick, gentle strokes, run the brush through the thick layers. you didn’t mean to call his hair unruly before, but you think there’s quite a bit of truth to it anyway. you also note that his hair has gotten quite long.

“master jing yuan, perhaps it’s time for a trim?” you suggest.

your master hums and leans back so that your hands can reach the crown of his head. “you are right. i shall leave it to you, then?”

shaking your head, you respond, “you really ought to get it done at a professional salon. i can only do so much.”

“you are a woman of many talents. i am sure you will do just fine,” he reassures. you huff in protest.

as your master’s only taking a soak today, you plait his hair into a thick braid before tying it up into a bun. you hand him his cup of tea, which is no longer scalding, and stand up to leave.

“oh!” he suddenly exclaims. “i seem to have forgotten my bathrobe.” he looks up at you expectantly, and you nod in understanding.

“i’ll go grab it. i’ll be right back.” you bow quickly before closing the door behind you on the way out and heading towards the laundry room.

you take your time. really, you needed an excuse to leave the bathroom. you’re glad that your master’s such a big fan of bath bombs, or else you’d see everything… you pat harshly at your warm cheeks to break free from your reverie. don’t tread any closer. you’re behaving like a schoolgirl experiencing her first love, and you can only groan internally at yourself. but you can’t blame yourself either – anyone would fall in love with your master if they know him the way you do. he’s so irresistible, and having been his maid for so long has only enabled you to witness more of his charisma and charm. you sigh, sitting on the floor in front of the dryer as you wait for it to de-wrinkle your master’s robe.

you return ten minutes later, both for your own wellbeing and to also give your master some time to himself.

“master jing yuan, i’m back. may i come in?”

instead of a reply, though, the door cracks open, and your master, wearing nothing but a towel tied loosely around his hips, appears before you. you yelp and rush to cover your eyes. he simply laughs at your antics before grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the bathroom.

“what – what are you –“

“i hurt my arm today, so i will need your help putting my robe on. it is quite heavy, after all.”

you don’t know where to look. you certainly can’t look at the bathroom mirror that covers the top-half of one wall or the marble on the other that shines and reflects so clearly. you opt to close your eyes and hold the robe up by the collar.

“this is hardly appropriate,” you mutter, embarrassment and nervousness coloring your tone. as a result, you try to distract yourself with another subject. “besides, couldn’t you have told me earlier? i would’ve prepared something in advance had i known.”

“i just noticed the bruise as well. seems i was a little careless today.” he then chuckles – at himself or you, you’re not sure.

you remark, “you? careless? that hardly goes together.”

your master lets you know that he’s put on his sleeves, so you step away, eyes still closed. 

immediately, he hums with obvious disapproval. “hm? why are you backing away?”

you sputter, “m-master jing yuan, i should not be here! if you could just – i don’t know – turn around or something, i can –“

“i have turned around.”

you sigh in relief, happy that he’s obedient for once. your master is often relentless in his teasing and tricks, and you’re grateful that he’s granting you mercy in this moment. so you open your eyes, ready to find your way to the door –

your master is standing dangerously close, so that you’re eye-to-eye with him. from this view, you can also see that his chest is barely covered, knot slowly slipping undone.

“master!” you gasp. the proximity, the surprise, the challenging look in his eyes – they’re all driving you mad.

he clears his throat. “jing yuan.”

“master jing yuan.”

“jing yuan.”

“oh, for aeons’ sake, jing yuan! you’re not wearing your robe properly!”

jing yuan gloats. he then says in a low, low whisper, “my hands have cramped up. can you do it for me instead?” he speaks directly into your ears, and you want to scream.

shaking, you stretch out your trembling hands and take the ends of the belt. you can feel jing yuan’s hot breaths fanning your cheek, and you can even smell the faint trace of lavender from the bath bomb. your fingers are too clumsy, though, and you fail multiple times in properly tying the belt. after a few more fruitless attempts, jing yuan reaches down, softly grabbing your hands, and gently guides them.

“and… like this,” he breathes. even when you’ve secured the knot, though, he doesn’t let go.

don’t tread any closer. “j-jing yuan,” you whimper. “please…”

his hands inch up, gliding from your palms to your forearms to your elbows. he does it so slowly, so seductively, so intentionally. he tugs you impossibly a little closer, and now you can feel the heat of his chest through your uniform. then, jing yuan rests his head on your shoulders, and his lips ghost the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to shiver and shudder at the sensation. the two of you just stand there, him taking deep breaths, you holding yours.

finally, after a few minutes, jing yuan breaks the silence. “i can no longer employ you, my dearest.”

you feel faint. you’re never escaping the gossip now.

[yurinaa-world]

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈

“Your eyes are so unusual.” You mutter, looking into Jing Yuan's eyes, a hand on his cheek. “What is so unusual about them?” He says it in a low tone, his eyes half closed. “They’re not like any other colour I’ve seen before." His lips twitch upward at the corner. “It’s gold; any other colour would have suited you, but gold is just perfect for you."

Jing Yuan couldn’t stop his smirk, seeing you care so much about the colour of his eyes, almost analyzing it in some way. His hand goes to lay on top of yours on his cheek, and he rubs his thumb gently on your knuckles. “You were made for me, and I was made for you." He says it in an amused tone. You blush slightly, feeling your body heat up under his gaze, before he kisses your palm.

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[rigormortissa]

do you ever feel like a plastic bag

[maxzinn]

AAAAAAA ok hear me out again PLEASE SHSGDHJ

Part 2

Me brain imagining reader being yanqing’s mom… like 200 years younger than jing yuan (i guess) and this is how the found family trope starts to take turn ✨ Mara struck and abominations of Yaoshi ruined the peace held within the alchemy commission, the lively hustle and bustle of healers and vendors were suddenly cut short by the chaos caused by the monsters who did nothing else than to cause harm and wreak havoc.

As the people of the Luofu ran for safety to save themselves... you, a single mother who only wanted to buy vitamins and herbs for your baby boy, got cornered by the abominations of abundance.

Holding your toddler in your arms, you tried to shield him from the fire and hush his cries to atleast bring him a feeling of protection and safety. Slowly stepping back, you hit the wall and coughed as the smoke began to fill your lungs. You tried to cover baby Yanqing's nose but were getting weaker by the minute, the smoke almost suffocating you.

When you collapsed as you sat down, still holding him, Yanqing's cries grew louder as he tried to protect you from the monsters with his wooden toy sword (awwh 😭)

Suddenly a slash of a weapon was heard and the abominations collapsed on the ground. Relieved that you and your little boy would be saved, you tried to thank your savior as you peered through your half-lidded eyes.

Huge stature, fluffy white hair, golden eyes brighter than the sun... you fainted, only hearing the sounds of Yanqing asking the man for help and the said man trying to wake you up as you passed out.

When you wake up in an unfamiliar room and immediately sat up when you remembered Yanqing, but due to your poor condition, you ended up coughing.

"now now, take it easy"

you looked at the source of the voice and saw the general, standing by the door still holding the knob as he seemed like he was just about to enter the room.

"g-general? what's... wait, where is-" as if on cue, a certain little blonde haired boy who was hiding behind the general's legs, peeked to look at you and his eyes lit up once he saw you were awake.

"mommy!" your sweet boy ran towards you and hopped on the bed to embrace you.

you immediately checked him for any injuries or burns when the general interrupted your thoughts.

"the little man is safe, I can assure you that. I had him checked by the healers for any other health issues, thankfully he's alright and unscathed. looks like you were the only one who was in need of help" his golden eyes stares at you as you sighed in relief.

"thank the aeons..." you breathed and patted the top of Yanqing's head, smiling so beautifully. Jing Yuan found the glow of motherhood in you so beautiful and endearing that he found himself interested, chuckling at the sight of you doting on Yanqing.

As you heard his chuckles, you pulled out of your thoughts and remembered that the general is in fact inside the room... in who know's room... with you and your child...

You soon became conscious of your actions when your brain finally registered his presence so you turned your gaze to meet his, but eventually wandered as you couldn't bear to hold your gaze.

"thank you... for taking care of my son" you shyly mumble a little thanks

he laughs as he noticed the change, "relax, you've been quite through a lot maam". his gaze still bore on you, "may I ask for your name?"

you slowly look up to meet his gaze, "y/n... general"

"y/n huh..."

unbeknownst to the both of you, while you and the general were exchanging words and staring at each other's eyes, Yanqing was quietly watching it all unfold... his eyes alternately looking at you and the general in confusion, and made an unbelievable conclusion... right in front of the general so boldly.

"...are you gonna kiss?"

"Yanqing!" you sputtered

should I make a part 2 of this? hmm...

[aratribow]

JY on a MUCH deserved vacation with the astral express and-

March's photography skills are coming quite handy

PS: If silverwolf ever comes across the limited edition stash in blade's phone I think she would 10/10 call him cringe cause ong crusty old yaoi men