#Reader X Tingyun

[amphibiahawks321]

[Y/N sitting up while lying down on the couch, his arms place down onto the couch behind his back with a shocked expression]

[Tingyun crawling onto Y/N's body, her face just inches away from giving Y/N a kiss on the lips with a smirk on her face]

Tingyun : Chuckles... My, what a position that we are both in huh sweetie?~

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N without hesitation starts petting Tingyun's hair and ears completely caught her off guard]

M!Reader : Chuckles... You're so fluffy ^v^

Tingyun blushing : ......

[Tingyun drops her body onto Y/N, her head lays itself on his shoulder completely defeated and flustered as Y/N began stroking her ears and petting her hair more with a smile]

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

What HSR Girls Smell Like Pt. 4

Ft: Xueyi, Ruan Mei, Yukong and Tingyun

Part 3 (Bronya, Serval, Natasha, Seele)

Part 5 (Black Swan, Siobhan, Acheron, Robin)

More UtC

Xueyi

Can a puppet smell like anything to begin with?

Cold. Artificial.

After extensive trial-and-error, she's found out that no.

Her puppet body can not retain any kind of pleasant smells.

However, clothing, and her false hair... can.

She does what she can, trying to fix and implant things that she's sure smell nice on her clothes.

She has no need to bathe, but she soaks her hair in all kinds of fumes and oils. She's sure it'll wear off once she spends time in her coffin, but... if you enjoy it...

She can't smell anything herself. Three of the five basic human senses have been taken away from her. But she can still see and hear your reactions.

She might accidentally have too much on her, actually.

She'll be sure to use exact measurements next time.

Ruan Mei

Plum Blossoms. Next question.

Like. Ruan Mei uses an overabundance of plum blossom stuff.

Haha, it would be funny to imagine that she has different varieties of the same scent.

"This is my plum blossom perfume, and this is my plum-blossom pastry perfume. I also have them both in shampoo and bath oil form." "Aren't those both the same thing?" "No." :/

They're different to HER, okay! One of them is fresher, and the other is warmer.

Yukong

She doesn't care to put anything on her during the day, and so she mostly smells like her feathered bedding, until stale air from where she now works sinks into her skin and pores.

She remembered Caiyi's favorite scent, and keeps it in a special nook up in the rafters where only she knows of its existence. She sneaks whiffs through the glass bottle, but doesn't dare open it, lest the aroma fade.

Yukong also figures that she's much too old for perfumes, colognes, etc. What is there to disguise if sweat and odors aren't produced?

But, if you ask her to get some kind of smell, she'll do it, probably taking 3 different kinds of scents, spicy, sweet, and fresh, and tests to see what you like the best, and will probably just end up using that, unless you ask her otherwise.

Her tail is actually rather odorous when it's wet, since it has sebum oil, so she tends to use shampoo and conditioner to keep it at bay so that it doesn't stink like wet dog.

She'd really love it if you helped to clean her tail, as twisting your body to reach around and clean every few days to a week can be a drag.

Tingyun

She has ALL KINDS of scents.

Being a merchant, she collects all sorts of things, herbs, spices, perfumes, old pillows, various fabrics, etc.

Inevitably, they all rub off on her one way or another.

She does have special tail-spray she puts on, post-drying after a bath or shower. She experiments a lot with them, one week will be oranges or lemons, the next week will be cherry, dandelions, and so on.

[hunnieknight]

Could we have more mouse reader? They are absolutely adorbs <3

The mouse reader is actually a reply for a post from @//jymwahuwu, Please keep in mind their blog is 18+! So I won't tag the post here.

I posted it on my nsfw blog, but I can share the art here because it is sfw!

Plus some other rat/mouse reader sketch.

No lore, just drawing

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey! Can I make a request for a s/o that tries to get Arlecchino/Yelan/Eula/Shenhe to laugh?

(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Arlecchino, Yelan, Eula, Shenhe, Herta, Hanya, and Fugue's S/O trying to get them to laugh

HERTA JUMPSCARE!

Arlecchino is more amused by the fact S/O is trying to get her to laugh rather than anything they directly do.

Which is to be commended, whether out of bravery or some form of perceived death wish by others.

(Arlecchino) "...S/O, what are you doing?"

S/O was currently dressed in a ridiculous duck outfit, with many of the children at the House looking at them in disbelief, laughing and also wanting to play with them.

(S/O) "Um...being funny?"

She glances the outfit up and down, the only expression being made was the raise of a single eyebrow.

(S/O) "Is it working?"

(Arlecchino) "In some capacity, yes."

Arlecchino replied in the most deadpan voice imaginable.

She isn't entirely made of stone, but because it amuses her, she doesn't really change her usual stoic expression at S/O's shenanigans.

She does however find it somewhat sweet.

Result: Task failed successfully!

Yelan is pretty easy to amuse, though not in the way most people imagine.

She can "laugh" along to what people say, but that's usually to blend in to her job.

When it comes to actually genuinely laughing, she has a different means to do that.

Letting S/O roll her dice.

(S/O) "HOW IN THE HELL DID I GET SIX ONES IN A ROW?!"

Yelan immediately bursts into laughter from their anger, seeing this was the sixth time they had rolled, and decided that she was going to stay home instead of going out for dinner.

(S/O) "Did you weigh these damn things?!"

(Yelan) "Of course not, that's just how they roll."

(S/O) "MY FOOT!"

They usually tried to get her to laugh at some dumb jokes, which sometimes works, but this is a surefire way to get her almost wheezing. Not that S/O was actively trying here, but it counts!

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Eula's heart was not made of stone, despite what she told others (Even as a joke).

Especially when it came to S/O, her cold, standoffish personality crumbled the moment they gave her any type of affection.

Moreso when they actively tried being stupid to get her to giggle.

(S/O) "Eula!"

She looked up from the book she was reading, only the two of them inside her living room.

(Eula) "S/O? What is it?"

(S/O) "Check it out!-"

S/O was wearing an outfit Amber had personally made them, beaming at them with a smile.

Bearing a rather striking resemblance to-

(S/O) "Mark my words, vengeance will be mine!"

Herself.

(Eula) "...Pfft!-"

Eula immediately folded, laughing with one hand going to her mouth.

(Eula) "How long have you been holding onto that to make a joke?"

(S/O) "About a month."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Shenhe is stonefaced like, 99% of the time. She understands some humor, but trying to get her to emote any other time is a fool's errand.

One that S/O still attempts!

Jokes were out of the question, so were a bunch of other the usual methods.

Instead, they try a tried and true method!

S/O tickled Shenhe, and her hand instantly caught S/O's wrist within half a second.

(Shenhe) "What are you doing?"

(S/O) "Trying to make you to laugh!"

Shenhe gently released their hand, and tilted her head curiously.

(Shenhe) "...Very well. You may try again."

Shenhe, mentally, is happy with S/O just doing couple shenanigans with them, though she never showed it.

Result: Failed, kinda...?

Herta can laugh, though it's not exactly anything that S/O, much less other people, can comprehend.

And trying to get Herta to laugh can both be the easiest and hardest thing to do.

Trying to tell a joke or show her some dumb picture?

Vetoed, blocked, denied, not funny, didn't laugh, also you're stupid-

In other words, normal humor doesn't really work on humor.

But in an experiment?

(S/O) "H-Herta?! Am I supposed to be feeling so...floaty?"

(Herta) "Yes yes, normal side effects besides...Oh yes, spontaneously imploding."

(S/O) "SPONTAENOUS-WHAT?!"

Herta's laugh immediately fills the room, with her waving a hand dismissively.

(Herta) "Relax, I'm joking...Mostly."

(S/O) "So...any idea when I'll come back to the floor?"

(Herta) "Hm, most likely in a few hours. Worry not, I'll get my puppets to tie you down to a railing."

Her smile persisted, so that was at least some comfort.

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success! Now, get back to drinking those elixirs, Herta needs results!

Given Hanya's life experiences and role as a Judge of the Ten-Lords, humor is pretty hard to come by.

Though that does not stop her S/O from trying!

...And failing pretty miserably at that.

(Hanya) "S/O? What is that?"

(S/O) "I...think it's for a bath, but it's consisting of peppers?"

(Hanya) "You do not intend for us to use that, do you?"

(S/O) "Mostly for me. I was betting someone that I could get you to laugh if I used it."

(Hanya) "I do not think that harming yourself in such capacity would get me to laugh."

(S/O) "Only one way to find out, eh?"

Though S/O was smiling, Hanya was not so easily amused.

...

(Hanya) "Well, your scream was certainly unexpected."

(S/O) "Agh, and so was this burning sensation...! Did it work?"

Hanya had the faintest smirk on her lips.

(Hanya) "I didn't know your pitch could get that high."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Fugue was still able to find pleasures from her past life just as enjoyable, chief among them being S/O.

And though they had only the faintest idea of what she was fully going through, getting her to smile was their top priority.

Even if the result made them look like an utter idiot.

That was worth it just to get her to laugh and have that light in her eyes again.

Fugue eyed the bowl S/O had gotten with a suspicious look, noting the red broth.

She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but something in her conscious was screaming something was wrong.

(Fugue) "S/O...Is that spicy?"

(S/O) "Sure is!"

(Fugue) "Can you eat spicy food?"

(S/O) "Kinda? I'm not allergic but it'll make me sweat a lot!"

Before she could question it further, S/O took one bite of the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, before their eyes shot open.

(S/O) "H-HOT! HOT!"

Fugue was stunned for a moment, only to begin laughing afterwards, watching their exaggerated reactions as they rushed to grab water.

(Fugue) "If you just wanted to entertain me, S/O, you could have just brought me to a show."

After rushing back to their seat and drinking the entire can, they gave her a tired smile.

(S/O) "Hah, where's the fun in that...?!"

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

[ryuucam]

GIRLS DAY OUT

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ multiple characters scenario (inspired by the 5.4 genshin onsen event)

tw dubcon-ish, ass slapping (1), implied threesome, nsfw utc … MDNI

after weeks of pleas, you and your two friends finally decided to take some time off and go to a bath house together — there’s nothing wrong with that, right? too bad you feel your core getting wetter with each sigh of pleasure, not to talk about their curves on full display. what’s really unfortunate is that when you’re trying to exit the bath, you slip and fall on top of your cute friends in a…compromising position.

you opened your eyes because you could feel their hands roaming on your naked body — one was busy groping your ass cheeks and copping your pussy, while the other was throughly massaging your tits. once you started letting out lewd mewls, they got out of the bath, carrying you with them, and they laid you on the floor. what a sight, they both think: surely it doesn’t happen often to see your cute friend is such a compromising position. heavy tits soaked in water and soap, face flushed and pussy glistening (they don’t know whether it’s because of your arousal or water, though). soon enough, one of your friends makes you lay your head on her plush thighs, and lowering her fat tits right above your head. the lewd sight only makes you rub your own thighs against each other, but the other’s hands are quick to spread your legs and to slap your ass, making you understand that you need to behave. they are the perfect mix: nice and mean. however, the nicer one is also quick to lose her patience, pushing her breasts over your head, covering your eyes — poor you, you actually thought you’d be able to taste her nipples so soon? that’s reserved for later, cutie. you’re not going to stop fucking anytime soon. after all, they’ve been repressing those urges for a long time, so why don’t you be a good puppy and let them use your lewd body?

CHARACTERS … ei + yae miko, lisa + jean, beidou + ningguang, clorinde + navia, shenhe + yelan, eula + rosaria (genshin impact) ruan mei + the herta, kafka + himeko, acheron + black swan, tingyun + yukong (honkai star rail) shoko + utahime (jujutsu kaisen)

[vasel1ne]

for i cannot forgo your warmth (i will miss it dearly)

✩࿐ summary - physical possessions (both borrowed and gifted) that remind them of your warmth

✩࿐ warnings - mentions of blood, smoking and weapons

✩࿐ pairings - aglaea, fugue, gallagher, boothill, serval x gn!reader

aglaea keeps your golden pocket knife on the strap of her outer left thigh. the handle is a coarse, brown leather but the silver-gold metal of the actual blade shines with a gleam that has not met the squalor taste of blood. she wishes it won’t at all, but she knows it eventually will with her reputation as the “heartless” chrysos heir – although only for her own protection of course, she would not dare damage her dearests’ possessions. aglaea flicks her memories to the countless times she has seen you balance the blade between your nimble, agile fingers, demonstrating a plethora of tricks with the weapon as if it were an extension of your own body – from simply spinning the dagger between your fingers to twirling the sharpened side with your bare hands, she has seen it all.

she remembers the way you placed the blade in the expanse of her palm the night of your departure, the auburn tint of leather a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin. her breath always hitches when she remembers how you made her vow to you that she would protect herself, that she would “be selfish for once” – you held the hand that held your precious dagger as she made such promises to you, further dampening your departure by pressing a kiss to the side of her head. so now, aglaea keeps the blade tucked under carefully crafted robes of silk – just under the leather strap that wraps around her upper thigh.

gifted to her by you, fugue keeps ornamental hair pins in her possession at all times. as much as she may adore her long brunette locks she can admit that – more often than not – it shields her face when she is trying to eat miscellaneous snacks she buys from street vendors. finding this small peeve to dullen her experiences of strolling through the luofu’s streets, she vents her frustrations to you. naturally, a few days later she bids you farewell on your travels and thinks nothing more of her previous vexation. when you return and present her a wrapped crimson cloth, she is convinced that you’ve simply bought her a few more foreign crystals – it's not a bad thing when you do though, in fact she does quite like them, placing them in a straw-woven basket in her room. but this time, she unravels the cloth to reveal a few hairpins, a rich gold tone with intricate weaving of quartz and crimson red detailing – it seems to fit her daily attire almost perfectly.

fugue is initially confused, her head tilting to the side slightly but a small appreciative smile nevertheless. she starts to understand the incentive behind the gift when you recall her previous vexations about her hair getting in the way while she eats, and she claps her hands with glee and slight surprise and adoration that you would remember such a thing, wrapping her arms around you and placing kiss to your cheek. now whenever fugue goes out to stroll the streets of the luofu, she makes sure that she has her hair pins somewhere in her purse.

gallagher is a seemingly put-together man, however in actuality resembles the memory of a goldfish when he forgets yet again to bring a lighter to your smoke break. you’re both sitting in a secluded corner of golden hour, hidden away from his underlings when you reluctantly let him use the flame of your beloved lighter. simple is the last thing to describe the small thing, its iron casing with labyrinthine patterns and silver-gold borders makes it way above both of your guys’ pay grade. the little cherry on top is the rose flower illustrated onto the iron casing, it too also having a silver-gold border. a smirk reaches his face when you toss the lighter to him, “nice lighter you got here,” he whistles, before lighting his cigarette and tossing it over back to you.

it was foolish of you to think that your partner would have the capacity to remember his own lighter the next time you decide to take a smoke break, but alas you find yourselves in the same predicament as last time. you give a pointed glare and a roll of your eyes, handing it over to him as you lean against his side. subtly watching him from the corner of your eyes, you watch the way his calloused fingertips run over the grooved indents and patterns of the iron casing, the smile that graces his broad features when he admires the rose on the front.

the next time you’re both supposed to take your smoke break together, gallagher receives a text message from you that reads, “busy :( sorry dear can’t come” which in response he sends a quick thumbs up emoji. taking a cigarette out of a packet he realizes that he’s forgotten his lighter. again. then he receives another text message, “check your pockets ;)” sliding his hand down his right back pocket, he feels a small hard object. pulling it out to inspect it, a rose-engraved iron cased lighter sits in the palm of his hand and gallagher can’t help but bark a laugh.

boothill gets into scraps, more than often than you’d like, and much to your dismay he doesn’t intend on stopping. nevertheless, you’re always by his side after these little fights, washcloth in hand. at first, he sent you a confused look, eyebrows raised as the cloth wiped the blood off his metal chest. “why clean there – no point when it’s metal,’ he said offhandedly, leaning back with his arms supporting him. you had sighed as you wrung the washcloth in the soapy bucket, the water already turning a translucent pink. “why do we brush our teeth every night? go to bed?” you had asked him, turning your attention to his scratched and bloodied abdomen, “it’s because taking care of our body gives us the opportunity to take care of other things too,” you smiled when the inky colour of his eyes met your own, “and i think that that is one of the best things in the universe,” you said as you wiped the remaining crimson off his stomach, sealing your words with a kiss. 

without you by his side, he launches himself into the battlefield – his fearlessness and relentless nature on the field apparent in the way blood stains the reflective silver of his upper body. but now this time, boothill has a washcloth – tucked away in the pockets of his pants. you’re not there with him, to drag the cloth over his bare chest with a gentility he had never experienced until he had met you, but he can feel those moments when his fingertips graze the fibers of the cloth. so, when he gets into a scrap at golden hour, he finds himself huffing and puffing his way to the rinky-dink bar bathroom, where he braces himself against the sink. taking out the washcloth, he runs it under the tap and starts to dap away at the dirtied spots of his chest, abdomen and arms. all so maybe one day, he could do this for you.

being serval’s partner automatically makes you her involuntary lab assistant. she doesn’t ask you to do anything too hard of course, merely measuring out a few chemicals, finding bits and pieces in her workshop or just standing by her side as she tinkers with a possibly explosive invention. she also doesn’t force you to do anything if she sees you are too tired or stressed, which happens one night after a particularly arduous expedition with the silvermane guards. you’re lounging in serval’s workshop, waiting for her to finish up and your eyes cannot help but stare at your girlfriend as she weaves through her space, fetching various measurement cups and chemicals from her shelves. you watch as she very, very slowly pours in the liquid into one of the cups, eyeing it with such intensity that you worry the glass might shatter from the weight of her gaze. her electrified blue eyes are barely visible now, squinting so hard that you also fear that serval may squint her way into a migraine. 

sighing to yourself, you walk upstairs to retrieve a pair of reading glasses on your bedside table, and unsurprisingly, serval is still pouring the liquid into the beaker. sliding your hands along her shoulders to get her attention, she sets the bottle down on the counter and chirps a “hm?” when she turns to face you. plopping your reading glasses on her face, the glasses actually fit perfectly on her, the simple black rectangular frame reminds you of something akin to the old man at belebog’s museum and you giggle. serval doesn’t think much of it at the time, giving you a peck on the lips and a small “thanks” before continuing her work. you note that this time, she has her eyes open normally, having no problem with pouring the liquid into the beaker.

you also notice that serval asks you less and less to help her out in her workshop, but instead finding your reading glasses more on her face than your bedside table. of course you don’t mind, in fact, you think she looks ten times more dashing and charming with them on, biting the corner of your lip to stop yourself from smiling whenever she has them on. she even sometimes has them perching right above her forrid when talking to her actual assistant molly, and you have to restrain yourself from planting a big fat kiss on her cheek. though, it eventually makes you wonder that all those times when you were her involuntary assistant, you were more her pair of eyes then anything else.

✩࿐ a/n - after intensely staring at character designs for the past few hours i have brought you this! honkai star rail's prettiest right here

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed !

[marssismar]

XIANZHOU LOUFU CHARACTERS TWITTER LINKS

imagining: tingyun, guinafen, luocha, fu xuan

TINGYUN

she likes seeing you squirm

using you for her pleasure

she gets horny at work

she grinds on your fingers

pounding into her

GUINAIFEN

pleasuring herself when shes home alone

shes kidnapped and humiliated by ghosts

filming herself pound into you

letting her fans play with her

she decided to make a new kind of content with you

LUOCHA

he knows all the right spots

a different type of healing

you left him tied up

he visits the spa during his stay at the loufu

conspiring with a criminal had its consequences

FU XUAN

you got fed up of her attitude

she truly is the master diviner

shes so needy

she loves edging you

shes starving after a long day of work

[chiara-hotel]

Your role/where you live in the Honkai Universe based on your s/o!

The Astral Express! Created by Akivili, you warp to over world all across the galaxy to retrace his steps and for the thrill of the adventure! Of course you also deal with stellarons which threaten the galaxy aswell.

~ Welt, Himeko, Dan Heng, March 7th, Sunday, Aventurine

The Stellaron Hunters! You along with your s/o to follow Elio and his scripts. Going around various worlds to take stellaron hunters or maybe even give one out.

~ Stelle, Caelus, Kafka, Firefly, Silver Wolf

The Genius Society! Of course you’re smart enough to become one of the 84 geniuses, so much so that you’ve been acknowledged by the aeon of erudition himself. Even your s/o can acknowledge your talented nature.

~ Dr Ratio, Ruan Mei, The Herta, Asta

The Xianzhou Luofu! You live within the Xianzhou alliance, specifically on the luofu. You live with your s/o on their home island.

~ Jing Yuan, Blade/Yingxing, Yukong, Tingyun/Fugue, Dan Feng, Lingsha, Sushang, Jiaoqiu

The Xianzhou Yaoqing! Its your home-world and you stay there as you await for your s/o to return from various missions! Important cloud knight meetings or maybe just ensuring you (and everyone else's saftey0

~ Feixiao, Moze, Jiaoqiu, Fugue, Jing Yuan & Sushang

Penacony! You live within the festival of dreams, either helping in the dreamscape or the real world. Your s/o appreciates any help though.

~ Sunday, Robin, Boothill

No where! You are a wandering traveller with your s/o, you’ll follow them to the darkest depths of reality no matter what.

~ Boothill, Black Swan, Sparkle, Sampo, Acheron, Luocha, Jingliu, Aventurine, Kafka, Firefly, Reca, Tingyun/Fugue & Rappa

The IPC! You either simply live with your s/o and follow them wherever or they hire you as a small assistant. They’ve seen the darkness the IPC holds and doesn’t want you to get wrapped up in it too. As long as you’re with them though they’ll keep you safe, forever & always.

~ Diamond, Jade, Aventurine & Topaz

Amphoreus! The eternal and isolated land, unknown to most who gaze upon the sky. You were born there, alongside your s/o-it was impossible to leave and go beyond the sky. But you're happy here.

~ Aglaea, Mydei, Castorice, Phainon, Cipher, Hyacine & Anaxagoras

[amphibiahawks321]

Tingyun : Chuckles... Are you sure you're ready for what comes next?~ you might not be able to handle all of me

[Tingyun said with a playful smile, leaning in closer to Y/N]

M!Reader : Chuckles... I can handle you Tingyun, the real question is can you handle me?

[Tingyun slightly teasing, a soft laugh escaping her lips]

Tingyun : Oh my, oh you have no idea how much you're tempting me right now darlin~

[Tingyun brushes her fingers across Y/N's chest, her gaze smoldering, making Y/N smiles but also making him flustered]

Tingyun : Oh I am gonna eat you up sweetheart~

[spirit-lanterns]

FAST AND FURIOUS 2

synopsis: you catch the eye of the infamous street racer (part 1 here)

featuring: jingliu, yukong, tingyun, himeko, natasha

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: (street racer AU) sub! afab fem reader (jingliu, yukong, himeko, natasha), dom! afab fem reader (tingyun). strap ons, fing.ering, lap s.ex, s.ex while driving, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mentions of car crash and injury (natasha), blood (natasha), some established relationships, illegal street racing, may be ooc.

art credits: initial D

JINGLIU

Street Racer Jingliu! Who is an urban legend in the street racing community, notorious for not caring about the safety of others, and doing whatever it takes to cross that finish line. She had taken a hiatus from racing a couple years back, but now she was back and ready to instill fear in the new generation of racers…

Street Racer Jingliu! Who is intimidating when she pulls up to the starting line. Many of the racers gawking at her in shock, as the infamous legend herself gets out of the car to scan the crowd. When she spots you in the midst of the watchers, her lips curve to a smirk, and she walks over to you to tilt your chin up at her. “Looks like I came to race on a good day…” she whispers, voice husky from years of retirement. “I hope to see you at the finish line.”

Street Racer Jingliu! Who proves to be a brutal competitor in terms of actually racing, as she’s fast, agile, but worst of all, dangerous. She knew what she was doing, potentially risking her life and others on the road, but she didn’t care. Her eyes are a burning, crazy orange that leaves you thinking of her while you watch, and you can’t help but silently root for her as she narrowly evades tumbling off a bridge and soaring down into a ditch. 

Street Racer Jingliu! Who gets called crazy, insane, and absolutely psychotic. But you can’t help but fall in love with that as she screeches past the flags and stops inches away from where you were standing. Any longer and she would’ve run you over, but she wouldn’t let that happen, after all, you were too pretty to be killed <;3 

Street Racer Jingliu! Who walks up to you and slides her sunglasses off, staring at you with those beautiful, burning eyes of hers. “You’re the only one who seemed to be rooting for me,” she hums, gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine, “What a…surprisingly loyal fan you are.”

Street Racer Jingliu! Who couldn’t care less about the way the crowd boos at her for almost injuring the other racers. Her eyes  are solely focused on you, as she wraps a gloved arm around your waist. “I think I’m ready for another round, care to race with me?” She asks with a grin, pulling you into her car and revving the engine up until it sounded like a roar. 

Street Racer Jingliu! Who has you in her lap as she speeds through the highway with your pretty legs draping over hers. Thick, rimmed, strap on plunging into your walls, as she tries to give you the ride of your life (literally). All the while driving at dangerously high speeds. 

Street Racer Jingliu! Who has your heart hammering and your adrenaline pumping, fucking you with her cock as she multitasks driving and pushing you towards an orgasm before she reaches the finish line. She’s racing two races at the moment, and she intends on winning them both, eager to claim her prize of a second victory, and your cum staining the leather of her pants. 

Street Racer Jingliu! Who soars past the finish line just as you cream all over the strap, one hand gripping your ass before she murmurs “Looks like I won again” into your ear and delivers a tiny spank. She groans at the way you rest so perfectly in her lap, and she can’t wait to take you home with her for the rest of the evening. 

YUKONG

Street Racer Yukong! Who is a retired street racer that is greatly admired within the community. She is pretty much everyone’s role model, so when she pulls up to the starting gate in that memorable, yet legendary vehicle, everyone goes apeshit. Completely in awe at the sight of the legend before them, as many start to grab snacks to watch the race of a lifetime…

Street Racer Yukong! Who is a little rusty when it comes to racing against youngsters, but once she gets back into the rhythm of it, it’s like second nature. She’s so unknowingly charismatic that all the fangirls in the crowd seem to love her, yet there’s only one she has her eyes on, and that’s you. The cutest, sweetest girl she’s ever had the pleasure of meeting, as you were the one she used to screw in the backseat of her car back when she was a rookie. 

Street Racer Yukong! Who’s maturity while racing is a dreamboat for many of her fans. They all admire how calm and composed she could be, as she narrowly avoids a crash on one of the busiest highways. Everyone is anxious for the safety of their beloved Yukong, but you know better. Instead, trusting that she knows what she’s doing, as you’ve ridden with her (and on her) countless of times.

Street Racer Yukong! Who sees you cheering her on in the stands and smiles softly at the sight. No matter how old you both get, you will always be her number one fan. Evident with how you always wore her old racing jacket, as it was the one she gave to you after a rather passionate night spent in the backseat of her car. (It always smelled like her whenever you wore it, so you’ve always kept it on you whenever the time was appropriate)

Street Racer Yukong! Who decides to greet you at the stands for old times sake, pulling you in for a winning kiss, and nearly lifting you off the ground with how happy she was to see you. “I missed you…” she says in that gruff, husky, voice of hers. “I want to celebrate with you for just a little while longer…”

Street Racer Yukong! Who is impossible to say no to as she drives you down to the hotel she was staying at with eagerness to see you naked again. It’s been…so long since she’s seen you naked beneath her, and she hopes to see more of you after this exchange as she is now back into street racing.

Street Racer Yukong! Who has you bent over her hotel bed with a strap on pounding into your insides. Where she stashed it, you had no idea, but you found yourself moaning in ecstasy, as the familiar pace of Yukong’s hips slamming mercilessly had you all nostalgic. Tears building up in your eyes, as you missed the feeling of her cock ramming so deep in you…

Street Racer Yukong! Who grunts like an animal in heat before lifting your legs up off the bed and slamming back into you brutally. “Goodness…you feel amazing…” she groans, already missing the feeling of being by your side for all those years. “I can’t leave you alone again… you’re mine. Mine.”

Street Racer Yukong! Who doesn’t leave in the morning this time, and instead stays curled up by your side by the time you wake up. Gruff, messy, bed head tickling your neck from behind, as she whispers “Looks like I’m staying with you, dear,” into your ear before kissing it affectionately. 

TINGYUN

Street Racer Tingyun! Who is a rookie in the street racing community that looks up to her idol: Yukong. She’s a little inexperienced, somewhat cocky, but that doesn’t stop her from winning a few races before going up to the big leagues. She looks very out of place when lined up besides the other famous racers, but you can’t help but notice her as she just looked so cute standing there! So innocent and so…unprepared.

Street Racer Tingyun! Who almost crashes several times when the race begins. It’s a miracle how she managed to not get into any accidents, as Tingyun was definitely not prepared to handle the brutality of the other racers. You felt bad when you saw the panicked look on her face, but her panic eventually paid off, as through some miracle, she won. 

Street Racer Tingyun! Who is stunned silent when she’s the one who makes it across the finish line. Her eyes wide with shock as the crowd cheers for the rookie who managed to outspeed the pro racers. It takes her a moment to recollect herself, blinking in disbelief before Tingyun leaps into the air with excitement. “I did it! I actually won!” She exclaims, suddenly getting her cockiness back. “That’s a legendary race for sure!”

Street Racer Tingyun! Who’s ego gets stroked even more when you walk up behind her with a bouquet of flowers in your hand. She’s stunned speechless at the sight of a cute girl delivering her flowers, so she gets half the mind to flirt with you a little (even though you knew she was bluffing) “Oh? Are these for me?” She giggles smugly, taking the bouquet from you with gratitude. “So cute, say…how do you feel about you and I getting out of here, hmm? I’m sure I can show a pretty girl like you a good time.” 

Street Racer Tingyun! Who doesn’t catch the way you roll your eyes at her request, as you did not like how smug she got after winning just one race in the big leagues. You figured you’d have to humble her one way or another, so you smirked and agreed to her proposal. “Great!” Tingyun grins, holding you by the waist and leading you back to her car. “I definitely know how to show a girl a good time…”

Street Racer Tingyun! Who did not expect to have her legs spread over your shoulders, tongue lapping vigorously against that drooling of cunt hers, while pressed against the hood of her car in a parking lot. She was expecting her to please you, not the other way around! Yet here she was, a moaning, crying, mess, trying to hold in her sobs as she gripped your hair with her fingers.

Street Racer Tingyun! Who is panting so heavily while her clit gets pushed against by your nose. Feather light kisses causing her to scream, before wrapping her legs even tighter around your face. “Oh…g-god…!” She whimpers and tries to keep herself calm but to no use. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!” 

Street Racer Tingyun! Who you can’t help but giggle at as you thrust your tongue into her walls to taste all that she could offer. She was so embarrassed at the way the tables turned, but you didn’t care, as you wanted more of her cum dripping down your chin and staining the leather of her pants.

Street Racer Tingyun! Who lets out a squeal as she squirts all over your face in ecstasy. She’s trembling and shivering from the way you blow on her clit, and pretty soon she’s begging for more. “Oh…please come home with me later. You’re really good at this…”

HIMEKO

Street Racer Himeko! Who is like a teacher to many of the younger street racers of this current generation. Known as one of the biggest rivals to Street Racer Kafka, Himeko is another legend amongst the community, due to her infamous races and ability to adapt to any situation quickly.

Street Racer Himeko! Who looks so effortlessly beautiful as she sits on the hood of her expensive, yet luxurious looking car. Everyone is taking photos and yelling for her attention, but she merely takes a sip of her coffee and ignores them while waiting for you. You’re the only girl in the world she would ever pay attention to, so you get treated like a VIP as you walk up beside her and join her by her car.

Street Racer Himeko! Who draped her large coat over your figure and opened the door for you like a gentlewoman. “Let’s go on a ride,” she says with a smile, treating the race like a leisurely drive as she was not at all nervous for the ride of a lifetime. “I promise to hold back a little for you, darling.”

Street Racer Himeko! Who keeps one hand protectively on your thigh while speeding at dangerous speeds down the road. She chuckles when you complain she’s going too fast, so she eases up on the speed now that she was so ahead. “Too fast for you, love?” She hums while squeezing your thigh. “I can always slow it down, we’re way ahead anyways.”

Street Racer Himeko! Who looks so ethereal as she rolls down the windows and lets the wind blow through her hair. She looked so…relaxed as she held you by her side, one hand on the wheel before completing the race on one smooth glide.

Street Racer Himeko! Who couldn’t care less about the praise she received from the crowd outside, as she only wanted to bring you home and claim her reward for winning yet another race. “Let’s go home, love. I’m exhausted and I want nothing more than to have you crying my name…” she whispers, pulling you away from the crowd and flash photography. 

Street Racer Himeko! Who sees the needy look in your eyes and groans “fuck it” under her breath before pulling you back into her car to finger you. She uses her coat as a makeshift bed for you, and eagerly plunges her long, smooth fingers into your dripping cunt. 

Street Racer Himeko! Who smothers your neck in kisses as the smell of new cars and perfume fills your nose with comfort. Himeko was always gentle and loving with you, despite doing something like illegal street racing on the side. She plants a crimson kiss on the side of your cheek, and thrusts two more her fingers into your walls. “It’s alright if you get my seats dirty,” she chuckles into your ear, “I wouldn’t mind any stains if it’s you.”

Street Racer Himeko! Who succeeds in her wants as she has your cum sliding down her arm and dripping all over her seats. She lets out a delighted hum and licks each digit clean, helping you slide up your panties. “Get your shorts back on, doll, I have reservations at a hotel across town. I’m not done with you just yet…”

NATASHA

Street Racer Natasha! Who is a retired street racer that now works as a medic for injuries, crashes, and anything dangerous that happens on the road. She used to be a racer that taught Seele how to race, but due to growing older and having other responsibilities to take, Natasha retired and led a life of healing and recovery.

Street Racer Natasha! Who may be old, but definitely still has some of that racer energy left inside her. She’s quick and efficient when dealing with injuries, and the first time you saw her, she was pulling you out of a crashed car and checking your face for any cuts. “Easy there, don’t worry…” she hums in a comforting tone, “You’re just a little shaken up, I’ve got you…”

Street Racer Natasha! Who suddenly hoists you up in her arms and carries you bridal style to her car to take you to the infirmary. You had no idea that the medic was so strong and jacked, but you figured she had to carry people out on a daily basis, so perhaps this was just another day for her. 

Street Racer Natasha! Who speaks so gently and softly to you before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get that pretty face all patched up, hm?” She chuckles softly, placing you in the back of her car with ease. “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor with quite the skilled fingers.” she says with a smile, completely unaware of the dirty implications she just implied…

Street Racer Natasha! Who’s fingers are so soft and tender as they rub some gauze against your forehead to clean the bloodied cuts. Her face is extra close to yours for maximum efficiency, yet you can’t help but think she’s staring at your lips despite cleaning the wound on your head. “Are you staring at my lips?” You ask in a hushed voice, Natasha casting you a smile before patting your head. “I am. They’re very beautiful.” 

Street Racer Natasha! Who decided to screw it and place a tender kiss against your lips, caging you in on the patient’s bed. “My sweet patient deserves a reward for letting me bandage her so smoothly,” she hums, eyes growing dark with lust. “Let me spoil you, my dear…”

Street Racer Natasha! Who lets you cling onto her as she fingers your tight, needy hole with some lube. Her thumb presses your clit like a button, and you find yourself resting your head on her shoulder and whimpering against her neck. “Just like that…” she whispers, groaning a little when she feels you clench, “So tight…nngh…you like how I finger you, hmm? Naughty girl…”

Street Racer Natasha! Who slaps your clit with her palm and smirks at the way you suck her in the more she talks dirty. “Oh? It seems you get wetter the more I talk,” she chuckles, leaning in close to your ear. “What a good little racer you are…”

Street Racer Natasha! Who thinks your injuries are too serious to send you home just yet, even though they were just minor cuts and scrapes. She makes the decision to keep you resting in her infirmary for at least another night, resting in her bed while she stuffs her fingers up your cunt all night long. She has to make sure you’re well rested and healed for next week’s race after all...

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(H:SR) Firefly, Acheron, Seele, Fugue, March 7th, and Himeko seeing your phone's wallpaper is them

As in, the wallpaper is a picture of you and the lovely lady together. Had no idea how to actually title this, but you get the idea!

Firefly isn't the type to go snooping around people's belongings (unless there was something dangerous afoot), especially in regards to you!

She respects your privacy, and knows that you wouldn't do anything to betray her trust!

But when she sees your phone on a nearby table, her first instinct is to give it back to you!...Wherever you were, anyway.

As soon as she flips it over to the front, your phone flickers to life, causing her to freeze from what she saw.

It was...her! And you, smiling together, both posing for the camera.

Even after all this time, Firefly still felt camera shy, but with how bright both the smiles were, she couldn't tell. A hum of both approval and happiness escaped her lips.

(Firefly) "Hehe! You look cute in this.~"

She remembered what happened during that picture perfectly. It wasn't anything grandiose, just simply hanging out on your bed cuddling, but you had the idea of capturing the moment, and of course she had no objections.

(Firefly) "Maybe I should do the same for my phone too..."

Firefly smiled before putting your phone to sleep and going to find you, making sure to ask if you could send her the photo later.

After all, you wouldn't mind Firefly doing the same, would you?

Plus, you could have at least made her look more flattering with the angle...

Acheron sees your phone vibrate, her eyes shifting across the room and realizing that you were in the middle of something.

And knowing you didn't hear it, Acheron picked the phone up, ready to hand it to you. Though the picture she saw stopped her plan.

It was a picture of herself sitting next to you. The smile you had on your face that moment was far bigger than hers, yet she could still see her lips turning upwards.

At first, Acheron frowned. She couldn't tell exactly when this picture was taken, but it appeared to be recent.

(Acheron) "Hm. At least I look good in it."

Shaking her head, Acheron simply gives you the phone, telling you of the notification.

Though, the photo of you two sticks in her mind as she sits back down.

The feelings rising to her chest were...pleasant. Just like the photo, it made her smile too, thankful she has you in this very moment.

Maybe she should take a photo of her own, to make sure the memory truly never faded.

Seele grabs your phone to hand it over, before awkwardly realizing you were in the bathroom taking a shower.

Before she set it down...curiousity got the better of her.

She wasn't the jealous type to think you were texting other girls (mostly) , but she did wonder what your notifications looked like.

Her eyes going wide the moment she turned the phone on. The text in front of her was completely blocked out in her mind, instead focusing on the image behind them.

It was Seele herself playing with the Moles, a smile on her face.

Was her grin that big like an idiot?!

Immediately she began blushing, pouting that you took that image without her seeing it!

(Seele) "That little...!"

If you showed that image of her to the others, Seele was going to kill you.

At least get her attention so she can pose better-

...Wait, no! Don't just go randomly snapping pictures of her!

...Though the wallpaper did make Seele smile a little, remembering how happy Hook and the others were to play with you and her.

Fugue can't help but stare at your phone's wallpaper since it was left unattended on a nearby table.

It was an image of her, that was to be expected.

What wasn't expected was that it wasn't an old photo.

It was her only a few days ago, the two of you sharing a smile what must have felt like old times.

Why in the world would you choose to have a picture of her right now?

Though she was confused initially, a small tear ran down her cheek as her thumb brushed against the screen.

(Fugue) "...You still love me."

It sounded stupid when she said it aloud. Of course you still love her.

No doubt that seeing an old image would have reignited some fragmented memories that she would have struggled to recall.

Instead, you deliberately chose to have something recent, making her smile despite the tears now rapidly falling from her eyes.

Choosing to love the woman in front of you, despite everything that has happened.

March snatches your phone like a goblin, immediately snooping to see what you were up to!

Maybe she'd search up your internet history!

Or more scandalous, who you were texting!

Instead she was enamored by the photo of her kissing your cheek playfully, with you trying to shove her back (affectionately, probably).

That immediately made her pout.

(March 7th) "Of all the photos you decide to make your wallpaper, you chose that?!"

March is honestly offended!

There were so much more romantic/funnier/weirder images you could have used that you took together!

Why that one of all of them!

(March 7th) "Hmph! I'll just have to choose better!"

She immediately goes to your image gallery, furiously looking for something better to use!

March would show you how proper photo taking is done at some point!

Himeko's smile grows even bigger when she sees the wallpaper on your phone.

It was you and her, looking up into the starry night.

Courtesy of March who took the image, she had to say you looked quite dashing!

Even though it wasn't the most traditional couple photo out there, it still meant a lot to her that you even decided to have that as your wallpaper.

Chuckling, Himeko puts your phone back down. Truthfully, she was wanting to see what your lock screen had looked like, and the results couldn't have been more pleasing!

(Himeko) "Good taste, dear.~"

Though you weren't in the room when she made the comment, Himeko would be sure to bring it up the moment you came back.

[bitterbutblue]

in the morning, you would be gone ☆ tingyun x reader

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~ announcement of tingyun 5 star form had me so excited seriously i was liek squealing giggling kicking my feet EVERYTHING ohmy god its so insane im goingso insane rn

song: lovesick - laufey ~

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"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Exhaling shakily, you press the replay button and listen to the voice message again.

"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Your worst fear was forgetting what she sounds like. The voice that promised you a life forever together on the altar may be a voice you'll never hear again. The voice that soothed you on nights you needed her most is now just a recording on a phone, playing back the same repeated message. But it is still her voice, it's still her.

You couldn't bear to watch the day they performed the foxian funeral rituals, the idea of losing her to the vast space ahead of you was too much for you to even comprehend. How does one cope with loss? How does one move on from loving someone to the point where you don't even know where you start and where she ends? You can only sit in the corner of your bedroom, taking in pieces of her life and knowing she would never step foot in the room again. Head in your hands, gaping hole in what used to be your chest, and tears that leave a path down your cheek. It was like a statue frozen in time, the state of barely being able to function without every fibre in your being screaming in agony, begging for it to stop. You never realised how the human body was capable of making emotional pain so physical until the moment you found yourself on the ground, Yukong banging on the doors and begging you to let her in.

You spend hours curled on the floor because you can't get in the bed without smelling the scent of her shampoo lingering in the bedsheets. You can't even bring yourself to eat in the kitchen without remembering how she should be standing there with you, arms around your waist and chest pressed against your back. Chin resting on your shoulders as she mumbles sleepily, asking for you to make her favourite for breakfast.

The cards that they dealt you were unfair, there was not much you could truly do about it though. You can really only just nod along, aimlessly going on with your day and learning to live by yourself again after almost 100 years with the same person. 100 years with the same person, and now you have to relearn what it means to be yourself. Each time you hear a small sound inside your house you can't help but momentarily think that she's home, that that was her waking up from her nap or her coming home from work- only for it to be a sound from the neighbours or the cars outside.

But the worst of it all was thinking about what she had to go through or what she may be going through. When Yukong told you there was no body actually found, a part of you was hopeful- perhaps she was alive. Perhaps somewhere she was out there and you could find her again. Another part of you felt sick, because what if she was alive, but still being used? To think about what may have happened to her or what might be happening to her scares to you an extent you can't even comprehend yourself. At the end of each day, you can really only make the same prayer to Lan so that you can feel at peace about the whole situation.

If she's gone, please have her be resting in peace.

When the foxian stepped onto the Luofu, Yukong felt her heart come to a stop. Her face paled, whiter than a sheet of paper and she felt faint. The foxian looks around with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she's completely unfocused on her surroundings. When her eyes met Yukong's a brief flicker of consciousness, as if struggling to fight whatever wave had been drowning her, passes through her eyes until it is replaced by the same dazed look as before. She scans the crowd that only watches in horror as the girl who presumed missing then dead now walks towards Yukong. Dressed like a goddess, nine elegant tails flowing behind her as she mumbles in a dazed voice.

"Do I know you?"

Yukong breaks down in her room that evening.

She doesn't know how to tell you.

She didn't have to. The foxian found herself drawn to this house down the road, this door that she feels the urge to open. Instead, she stands outside, a hand placed on the wooden door, tracing each individual groove as if memorising a complex pattern. Something about this door has her frozen, only able to think about what lays behind the door. Without really thinking about her movements, the foxian knocks on the door, her heart racing for reasons she doesn't understand.

"Yukong, if you want to come in, just open the door. There's no need to-"

A hand flies to your mouth when you notice the green eyes, the brown hair, the sharp fox ears. You feel your vision grow blurry as your breathing grows shallow, stepping back and catching yourself by leaning against the wall. There stood in front of you was your wife who was presumed dead. There stood in front of you was a shadow of your wife because those eyes were so empty and hollow it scared you. You had never seen Tingyun with such soulless eyes. She always had a glint, some sort of flicker of mischief or humour. Now her eyes just stare into yours as if she has no actual consciousness, as if she's just going through the motions of the day again.

"Tingyun?"

It scares you, the way she stares. You want to walk up to her, you want to reach out and cup her cheek and ask her if she's okay and maybe share some of the pain that she's been holding in but you can't. You can only watch as she stays outside the house, not moving in. Her eyes dart around the interior of the house and you notice her nose crinkle slightly as her eyes land on a photo on the wall- a move she does when she's confused and you feel sick to your stomach.

"Baby?"

Your voice sounds too hoarse for your own liking as you step forward shakily. Her eyes slowly land back onto you, hollowly taking in your form and her nose crinkles again.

"Who are you?"

It's only three words. Three words really cannot have that big of an impact on someone, or so you think. Words drive so much of the pain that you can feel- 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' are both such simple phrases that you hear time and time again but when spoken by a certain person at a certain time it can make you feel like warmth that's been spread inside out or it can make you feel colder than a harsh winter night.

Who are you?

It stings more than an open wound and at this point you would rather have preferred it if they had just found her body and confirmed her dead that evening because to see your lover back as nothing but a shell of herself is horrifying. To see your lover stand in front of you with her sense of self replaced with nothing but the ability to breath and speak breaks you from the inside out more than you would ever realise. She's alive, but she's nothing like who she once was. She's back, but at the same time she never truly would be.

"Why... Why did I come here?"

Her voice wavers slightly, and you take a smaller step closer to her. It's freezing outside, she's wearing nothing but a short dress and you want to pull her into the house so that maybe she can feel some of the warmth and remember at least a fraction of you. But you just stand where you were.

"Do you know me?"

It was a struggle to speak, with words clogging up in your throat and choking you from the inside. Your heart races, unable to stop yourself from trembling as you await her response. She looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed, her chest heaving slightly as if she's trying to calm herself down.

"No."

You release a shuddering breath, closing your eyes as the tears fall. You grip onto the door handle to steady yourself, because you are about to pass out any minute now.

"That's okay." You look back at her finally, after a long minute of silence. The look in her eyes has changed, a hint of sorrow hidden behind the mist of confusion and hazy memories.

"Why does it hurt?"

She sounds so confused, and you can hear the slight twinge of pain in her voice and it hurts you more than you could have ever imagined. Losing someone was hard enough, losing someone who was physically still here but would never fully be back was somehow worse.

"Why does it hurt to... see you upset?"

Your hand moves instinctively, moving to cup her cheek as a tear falls from her eyes, a tear that she hadn't even realised had fallen until she feels your thumb gently wipe it away. She leans into your touch, tilting her head slightly and your heart just crumbles into dust.

"Don't worry too much about it now, baby." You whisper softly, and she blinks. She just stares at you with this look of regret that she doesn't understand why she's feeling.

"I'm sorry."

She apologises for a reason she doesn't know yet, but she knows one thing. Seeing you cry hurt her for a reason she can't understand, and she doesn't want to see you upset either. Perhaps you are upset because of her, and perhaps she never should've come over. She just puts her hand over yours, and she can't understand why your touch feels so familiar when you are nothing but a blank face in her mind. You feel the world fading beneath your feet because you feel the cold metal against your skin, the cold metal band that still sits around her ring finger.

"You've done nothing wrong."

The silence that follows is haunting, watching as Tingyun slowly steps back.

"I'm sorry."

You can only watch as she steps back into the darkness, and you can't even call after her until she fades into the unknown behind you. You wonder if that's truly the last time you'll ever see her and a part of you hates the world for that. Your wife's last words were once 'I love you, I'll see you later', filled with love and care. Now they would be 'I'm sorry', filled with a sense of emptiness and regret, coming from someone who didn't even know your name.

The photo that hangs on the wall next to the door is her and you, hand in hand and both in white- the same metal band on her finger on yours.

Tingyun thinks of that photo every night now and she can't understand why it hurts so much.

[trendywaifus]

WEEK TWO

↳ how to tame a mortal! — week one

never been dominated by two fox ladies? no? well, today’s your lucky day!

featuring, yae miko & tingyun x fem! reader

cw: face sitting, masterbation, fingering, cursing, pet names, pwp, oral fixation, slight voyerisum, cunninglius

“ my, my, what a pretty thing you are, little one.” miko purrs, grasping your jaw with her palm and lifts your head up, forcing you to exchange eye contact with her. sharp feline eyes stares down into your own with roguish intent, sending shivers down your spine. “ so pretty that i can just eat. you. up~ “ another sultry voice purrs in your ear and a warm tongue licks the shell of your ear.

“ fuck, don’t tease me, you two. “ you hold back a moan as tingyun drags her lips down your neck, nibbling and kissing at your soft skin. yae leans down towards your face, her hot breath fans against your lips. “ hah, tease? “ the youkai giggles, playfully fiddling with the obi of your kimono, “ darling, we haven’t even started yet and you’re already babbling. that naughty mouth of yours could also use a fix too. what to do with you. .hmm. “

the brunette’s arms snakes around your middle, she rests her chin on your shoulder. “ if our pretty girl here really thinks we’re teasing, why don’t we give her a show? “ tingyun suggests slyly, her tail swishing side to side. yae thinks for a moment before grinning, pearly white fangs peaking out from her grin. “ that’s not a bad idea at all, dear. perhaps we’ll make her sit there and watch us until she’s begging to be touched. “

you swallowed thickly at the mischievous tone of yae’s voice. “ that’s not—“ she presses a finger to your lips, “ nuh uh, it’s already been decided little one. think of it as part of our services to satisfy you. it’s practically entertainment, really. don’t you agree? ” tingyun nods, bringing out a red silk ribbon to restrain your wrists as she sets them behind your back. “ so be a good girl for us and enjoy the show.”she kisses your cheek before crawling over to yae who was seated in front of you.

you watch as tingyun gets pulled into a heated kiss by the older kitsune. tingyun’s tail sways excitedly as yae’s hands runs down her sides. you bit your lip, stifling back a soft whine as they undressed each other, revealing their bare perfect bodies—perfect bodies that you can’t even touch. how unfair! “ my, your fur is very soft and fluffy, sweetie. i’m almost jealous. “ yae chuckles, skimming a hand down tingyun’s tail.

“ th-thank you, miss yae, i’m honored. “ the brunette breathes, feeling herself grow wet while the pink–haired woman continues to teasingly play with her sensitive tail. “ mm! “ tingyun squirms as yae strokes her tail and kisses down her jaw. you squeezed your thighs together, poorly attempting to calm down your throbbing heat. yae nibbles at the younger foxian’s skin, careful to not damage her creamy skin. tingyun mewls, loosely wrapping her arms around the youkai’s neck.

yae trails her lips down the valley of tingyun’s breasts and decides to tease one of the harden buds. she swirls her warm tongue around it and tugs, eliciting a soft moan from tingyun. she repeats her actions a few times before pulling away with a wet pop. yae glances over at you, a mischievous grin dances across her lips. she notices the desperate expression sitting on your cute features which made her chest warm with satisfaction. “ here darling, let’s give the little one a nice close–up. position your back against me and spread your legs. “

tingyun gladly complies, and spreads her legs apart to show off her glistening pussy. you nearly drooled at the sight, watching intently as yae’s fingers spreads her soaked folds apart. “ i simply only played with your tail and touched you a little and you’re already wet. do you see this little one? watch closely.” with her middle finger, yae rubs tingyun’s clit in slow, broad motions. the brunette lets out a soft whimper, dropping her head back onto her senior’s shoulder.

“ n-not fair, “ you voiced out, (e/c) eyes glued to tingyun’s pussy, “ i-i wanna be touched that way or a-at least let me eat her out! “ yae chuckles at your words, now currently stroking tingyun’s folds, and coating her digits with her juices. “ hmm. .” she dips a finger inside her cunt, “ why not both? to think about it now, i do want that dirty mouth of yours to be put into use and i know just a way to do it. “

yae whispers into tingyun’s ear, pulling out her slick covered finger. “ oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea. i’m already eager to dive in, miss yae. “ the brunette’s emerald eyes peers at you with a predatory look. you swallowed harshly as the two women pulls away from each other and shuffles around you. one frees you from your restraints while the other quickly undresses you. you find yourself on your back with yae hovering her pussy over your face and tingyun between your parted legs.

“ before we continue, i will say that i won’t get up until i’m satisfied. as a kitsune, i have quite the stamina so don’t expect me to move after one release. “

before you can response, she drops her pussy onto your face, straddling your head with her plush thighs. “ don’t disappoint me, little one. “ yae says, rolling her hips as you stick your tongue out to lick at her folds and clit. tingyun grips your thighs, delving down to playfully blow hot air to your clit, causing you to gasp. “ and don’t forget about me, lovely. i’ll gladly make home in between your legs to satisfy my favorite human~ “ tingyun purrs.

she scissors your pussy lips open with her fingers and gives your folds several long licks. your toes curls in pleasure as her wet muscle greedily explores your pussy. “ mmph! “ a muffled moan erupts from your chest. the vibration easily goes up though yae, she grunts, firmly gripping your hair. “ ugh, come on now, use that mouth of yours or i won’t be moving an inch anytime soon. “

your arms curl around her thighs, pushing her pussy further down until your nose is nudging against her clit. your tongue circles around her dripping hole, lapping up her sweet nectar before entering inside. “ th-that’s more like it. .” yae moans beautifully, arching her back in pleasure as she continues to grind on your tongue. after several minutes, tingyun finds herself in cloud nine, eating out your pretty pussy—her tail hasn’t stop swishing the second your taste explodes on her tongue.

“ your taste might actually rival one of my favorite blends, “ tingyun mutters, reaching her hand down to push two fingers inside of her aching heat. filthy sounds of squelching and lewd moans fills the room. “ just like that, little one—mmm, that’s my good little pup. “ yae purrs, tenderly scratching her nails against your scalp. “ had i known that tongue of yours was decent, perhaps i should’ve of let you do this to our sweetie over there first. “

“ i’m not in a rush, “ tingyun continues, pulling away a bit after leaving multiple hickies on your inner thighs, “ but after you’re done, i would love to cream on our human’s tongue though. she wouldn’t mind taking care of me next, no? “ yae casts tingyun a sly smirk from over her shoulder before returning her attention back down to you. you poor thing, you look like you’re already completely out of it; eyes hazy with lust and face twisted with unadulterated pleasure and all.

“ oh, our little one wouldn’t mind one bit. “

[starry-eyedwrites]

Boothill Touchstarved HC

Boothill x GN! Reader. goofy goober is a little touchstarved

★ I feel like Boothill would value skinship. Most of his body is machinery and he can’t really feel you. His head is the only exception because that is the one that survived the impact.

★ He might grumble on how annoying it is for you to pinch his cheeks, but let’s be fr, bro is touch STARVED.

★ He is really good with kids. (Not going to elaborate). THOUGH, RANDOM IDEA, WHAT IF CLARA AND BOOTHILL MET?? That would be so cute like genuinely. Father-daughter bond right there.

★ He would be really gentle with you. Boothill has that lingering, soft touch that feels like a feather brushed your skin. He knows how valuable human life is; he used to be human himself. Because of that, he’ll appreciate the smaller things more.

★ He’ll really try to hide his feelings, but you can tell how he’s truly feeling.

Your warm hands squeezes his cheeks. It’s unbearably warm on his face. Boothill lets out a steady breath as he relaxes, closing his eyes. He can feel every curve of your palm. The way it presses, rubs, and… pinches?!?

His eyes widened in shock from the sensation.

(Insert Boothill asking why Reader is pinching his cheeks)

(Reader asking if he wants them to stop).

(Insert silence and hesitant look on Boothill’s side).

[Sorry, it’s kind unfinished, but I didn’t know how to write the rest of the parts so you can use your imagination]. (╥﹏╥)

[halcyon-writings]

nav.

— Finally you both are face to face again. Madam Yukong had given you two the room, gently urging the rest of the Express crew that had lingered, as they had wanted to see you too.

Fugue- no, Tingyun, usually so chipper and quick to make a joke to lighten a tense negotiation, is quiet.

“Will you not speak to me?” You ask, in an attempt to sound playful, yet it falls flat as she nearly jumps at the sound of your voice.

“Ah- my apologies,” She finally replies.

Carefully, you uncross your arms. Instead your palms are up, as they remain at your side. Hoping, that she’ll see you would welcome her back with open arms.

“Please, you especially have nothing to apologize for,” You carefully speak, as you test the waters so to speak, taking a step closer and then another. It isn’t until you’re just an arm’s length away, that you pause. You’d rather not overwhelm her after all.

You take a look at her, a real look, and you find yourself observing how her hair falls past her shoulders, the beautiful pins keep it neatly in place. Tingyun’s other hand comes to her bare wrist, and you realize that if she still had it, she would be playing with the jade abacus she normally wore.

It was rare show of vulnerability when she was usually so well spoken and calm; if the long days of merchant work and contract making got to her, sometimes she’d play with the small lotus charm dangling from its center.

It’s twin clinked against one of the earrings you wore. It had been a recent addition, as you hadn’t found the right piece to add such a small charm to. Not until recently.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” You exhale, finally breaking the silence. Alive, you had nearly said.

Tingyun smiles. It’s a brittle thing, but it eases the weight off of your shoulders anyway. Your eyes flicker to meet hers.

“When Dr. Ryan Mei had told me of the Luofu’s crisis, I hadn’t remembered everything yet,” She begins carefully. A well manicured nail, painted a deep crimson taps the fan in her hands. “But then I recalled a face, your face, and worry filled me as I wondered how you were.”

Tingyun laughs softly. You listen, a part of you can’t help but smile. Always the worrier, she could be, if it was you off and making different business endeavors or contracts.

“To think I barely recalled your name and yet the first thing I wondered was if you were unharmed,” She concludes. Her tails flickered behind her.

“I suppose we’re both similar in that regard,” Comes your reply.

It’s quiet for a beat. It is not an uncomfortable one.

Tingyun steps closer, and you look down as her hand rests on your forearm. “Walk with me? As we did before?”

You nod, your throat tight as you feel the warmth of her hand for the first time in ages. “Gladly.”

[feixiiao]

i call them the mean girls