#cat jing yuan

[aoiberrie]

another danheng and cat yuan shenanigans

[trashyvanillabean]

@artheresy

pocket sized <3

[megwillart]

Jing Nyan gets curious about Rice Dumpling... 🍁🐈

Inspired by something my actual cat has definitely done.. I love that these two both got cat forme

[aratribow]

Jy and his two guard dogs (or cats)

[kaliune]

happy Jing Nyan ♡

[n4tsum1-san]

im lowkey being exploited by my workplace but who cares. happy boothill release! may all wanters be havers!

btw dan heng is making the dad joke bc he canonically likes dry jokes (i edited the wiki just now to add that to his trivia w/ references)

[sh1-n0bu]

picks up mic with shaking hands

desperate, whining , puppy dom fucking bratty, cat sub while begging the brat, cat sub to allow them to come inside so they could finally get pregnant and live happily with a bunch of pups and kittens all the while the bratty, cat sub could only fist at puppy dom’s hair with no other words than “s-stupid do-owwgg! ungh gcckk♡︎♡︎!”

drops mic and dies

[shroomdreams]

Meow~

Lion Hybrid!Jing Yuan x Cat Hybrid!Reader

NSFW

CW: Established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader is depicted with a vagina, foreplay, JY is described as having a barbed dick, cunnilingus, nipple play, p in v, cumming inside, petnames (kitty, kitten) A/N: THIS DIDN’T HAVE TO TAKE ME A WEEK TO WRITE AND YET HERE WE ARE. This is for all you Jing Yuan lovers!

The Lion General of the Xianzhou Luofu is a man feared and admired by the common folk. Tales spread of his might, depicting him a mighty warrior that is bested by none. Now, as preparations for the Wardance are underway, Jing Yuan sinks into the plush bed sheets, searching for the one presence that would wash away his worries. His face crinkles in a delightful smile when you mewl in response, delicate fingers lacing together with his stronger ones.

“Hello, kitten.” Jing Yuan rumbled, his tail lazily waving back and forth while you nuzzle into his chest, purring at the sound of his heart beat. Though the general had been through much hardship, he could always rely on you to pick up the pieces that he leaves behind, gently putting him back together with your loving embrace.

“Everything alright?” You questioned, tracing a tiny heart on the expanse of his chest, the furs of his chest hair tickling your nose. Jing Yuan doesn’t outright respond, but you get the message when his hands trail down towards your bottom, palms kneading the plush roundness of your rump. Sighing, you press tiny kisses to his jaw, the lion hybrid givng you a growl in return. “Oh, what’s wrong love? Need something?”

“Don’t tease me, kitten…” Jing Yuan flips you over, his golden eyes boring into yours. With a smile, you ease down the top of your pajamas, exposing your chest for Jing Yuan to ogle. Letting out a deep sigh, Jing Yuan leans down and captures your lips, your tongues melding together as he lets out an appreciative “hmmmm.” “So naughty,” Jing Yuan sounds breathy as he pulls away, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath of your scent. “Naughty kitties need to learn some manners.”

Sighs and contented mewls are coaxed out from you as Jing Yuan’s hands knead and play with your chest, back arching into his touch when his thumbs flick at your pebbling nipples. Meows turn into whimpers as his laved his tongue on one of your swollen buds. Heat pools in between your legs when Jing Yuan cracks open one of his eyes, giving you a sultry look as he sucks your nipple. He’s pressed up against you, legs parted by his waist and trembling in the air, brought on by his teasing. “You’re so pretty, my love…” Jing Yuan huffs, pressing one last kiss to your chest before making his way down.

Though you couldn’t see his expression, you can tell by the way he groans at the sight of your arousal soaked underwear that he’s enjoying every bit of this. Biting your lip, you lift your hips to allow him an easier time discarding your underwear, carelessly throwing it to the side as he gets comfortable. Jing Yuan bites your inner thighs, a few scant inches from where you want him to be. You whine, hips involuntarily bucking in response to his breath. “Needy kitten… Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” He questioned, faux sympathy rolling off his tongue.

“Please, Yuanyuan… I missed you too.” You whimper, your fingers finding themselves tangled in his hair. Jing Yuan groans. He kisses your thighs before putting his face close to your core. Using his fingers to part your labia, Jing Yuan can’t help but be prideful of how wet you’ve gotten, your hole pulsing around nothing as it drools arousal into the sheets. He’ll have to get those changed after, for now he just wants to have a meal. You gasp as you feel his tongue licking up your most intimate parts, whining and squirming as he shoved his face further within your warmth, thighs shaking around his head. He feels you shakily massaging his scalp, juuuust close to the base of his ears. Contented rumbles stimulate you even further as he latches unto your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves and sending pleasure shocks throughout your body. “Yuan…! Ah Yuan…! Mmm…~” Your moans are a like a delicate opera to him, and he is the conductor to such a sinful display of music.

It isn’t long until you come tumbling down, throwing your head into the pillows as Jing Yuan keeps his lips sealed around your clit, dutifully keeping his tongue pressed up against the nub as you ride out your orgasm. Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your clit, lapping up the extra juices from your warmth. Such gentle treatment has you whining for more- More of him. Feeling rather impatient himself, the lion hybrid sheds himself of his boxers, having discarded his work clothes before joining you in bed. With your hands at the back of your thighs, you spread yourself as wide as you can, shivering when the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance. Jing Yuan peppers kisses to your cheek as he slowly inserts himself inside, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth. Inch by inch, you feel every bump and vein brush up against the gummy warmth inside you, pushing the breath from your lungs as you laid back and took his length. Eventually, Jing Yuan fully slots inside you with a groan, his chest heaving as he attempts to tether himself to reality by grinding his pelvis against yours. “Ugh… Always so good for me, aren’t you kitty?” He gasps, nibbling your shoulders.

“W-wanna be good, Yuanyuan-” Was your response, whimpering from how FULL you were. Jing Yuan, ever the attentive lover, gives you a minute to adjust to his size. No matter how many times Jing Yuan ravishes you, the stretch of taking his cock is something you can never get quite used to. When you feel a bit more comfortable, you mewl, grinding against him as a sign to move. He obliges, putting one hand on the headboard while the other rests at your hip, drawing his hips back until only the tip was inside before thrusting back inside. The pace as you sighing, moaning when you feel him brush against that one spot that has you clenching around him. The lion hybrid growls, groaning as he sees you reach in between your legs to play with your clit, the evidence of your arousal wrapped around the base of his dick like a pretty little accessory. “Ah Yuan…! I-I’m cumming-”

“Can you hold it for me, kitten?” Jing Yuan huffs. You whimper, but oblige, pulling your hand away from your clit. “Good kitty… So- Ah- So sweet to me…” He delivers powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin, the room devolving into lewd sights and smells. His strong hands hike your legs to his shoulders, pressing his weight down on you and quickly pounding you like his life depended on it. Jing Yuan revels in the sensual cries escaping from you, passionately kissing you and drinking in your moans, groaning into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him. “Cumming, kitten? Go- Hah- Go on, you’ve earned it…”

“Jing Yuan! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh~ Iloveyousomuch!” You cry out, claws digging into his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him spear you deep as you gush around his dick. Jing Yuan snarls at the feeling, pumping into you a few more times before he yowls, pressing himself deep as he spills his seed within your warmth. You mewl at the familiar sensation, walls gripping around him for dear life. Jing Yuan stays inside, stirring your walls as he pants. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, eyes closed as you moan into his mouth.

“Still so needy? So am I…”

By the time the two of you are fully satisfied, the sheets have become so thoroughly ruined by your lovemaking that you had to stay in the bathroom to recuperate while Jing Yuan changes them, his cum dripping down your leg like a river. After you and Jing Yuan get cleaned up, the two of you forego clothing and sleep as you are, your bodies pressed up against each other.

[thatonejingyuanenthusiast]

A little Jing Yuan spread

he is eepy

[est-libe]

Cat doodle

[aoiberrie]

[harmonysanreads]

Jing Yuan is just an Old Man™, be nice to my husband 😭🫵

He's so pookie, you don't understand how much I love him, he's my everything 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 There are no words in the dictionary that can describe my love for him, he's just that precious 💕💕🤩💞💕💋🎀🍒♥️🌹😔🎁💕💞✨🎀🍒

[ksketch731]

Jing Yuan cat ears is the cutest🩵

[aratribow]

I STAN JING YUAN VISITING THE HERTA SPACE STATION

He would love the lil cat critters (especially sesame cake and rice dumpling; I am totally NOT biased)

[kaliune]

Jing Nyan

[h3wi]

life sucks sometimes. luckily, he has you.

hsr x gn!reader — ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, gepard

pre-established relationship. fluff. drabble. panic attack implied. mentions of death and suicidal thoughts.

time does not erase all pain, jing yuan knows this well. on the days when ghosts of the past threaten to wrench him by the neck (—cast him back into war, loss, everything that hurts—), he finds that his feet carries him with practiced ease to your doortstep.

he doesn't have to explain, you know him well. you lead him in, and shift the pillows on the couch to the side. he finds a comfortable spot for his head to rest on your lap. the sun is shining through a crack in the blinds, your hands are tenderly carressing his hair, and he sort of feels like a cat taking an afternoon nap. if fu xuan is blowing up his phone, he doesn't notice.

time does not erase all pain, but time spent with you eases it well enough.

—

blade wishes for death—that is nothing new. the sound of his sword cutting through the air, the feel of raised scars that bypassed even abnormal self-healing, the smell of blood, they all remind him of his near-unattainable desire.

he doesn't ask for comfort (after some point in time, he started to think of pain as fuel, and isn't that just easier?), but you give it anyway. when he wakes up, dizzy from dreams of blood-red eyes (or worse, blue), your arms are already wrapped around him, his head is already in the crook of your neck.

if the sweet embrace of death doesn't reach him, yours does.

—

memories that are not dan heng's haunt him most nights, accompanied by familiar dread. they are always violent like unforgiving waves in the midst of a storm, leaving him shaken and desperate to recover from the recoil.

the others think he has overslept, but you know better. when he hears gentle knocks on the door, he doesn't hesitate to open them. he is rewarded with a hug, hands rubbing slow circles on his back. 'it's okay, i'm here.' his stuttering heartbeat evens out, and he no longer feels like the walls are caving in. he believes your touch is magic.

what a blessing, he thinks, that he met you in this life.

—

gepard knows that death is common on the battlefield. he has first-hand experience, after all. a bright-eyed recruit he shared rations with in the morning could be impaled through the heart by nightfall. he carries on regardless, bound by duty.

the rare day-offs he gets he wants to spend with you. when casualty counts spike and he wonders whether he's even fit to be captain, he finds solace in your presence. your laughter, the idle chat about what you've been up, relaxing near the city fountain, they provide a brief respite to what feels like a never-ending fight.

it serves as a reassurance. he is more than willing to fight for little joys like this.