#yingxing x blade

[saunne]

You know what I'm gonna ask, I know what I'm gonna ask, it was never going to be anything else, give me xingren. There is an agenda to spread!

I just did my nails so you can't believe how careful I am while typing this in order to not smudge anything lmao. ALSO I KNEW IT ! It was obvious that you were going to ask XingRen but still, thanks to do so 😌. There is indeed an agenda to spread.

Let's face the fact, this ship being a selfcest, it doesn't make ANY FUCKING SENSE. However, I'm good at living in my little dream bubble and my first job as a writer was to erase the word "impossible" from my dictionary. If I want it, it will happen one way or another. And happily for me, there is a LOT OF WAYS to fuck around in HSR that I can use to make sense lmao.

First of, it's actually the first time I ship a selfcest so hard. But beside Yingxing making me feral in a way almost no other character made me (and my big bro @kanraandchrome can attest, I did have some really loose screw with some of my blorbos and he had to listen to me yap about it), the thing that really sold me to this ship is the whole work around their dynamics that I can do.

I like XingRen where Yingxing sees Ren, this shadow of himself, this broken Blade who thinks of himself as a tool for Elio's goal before thinking of himself as a person. I like the idea of Yingxing, a Furnace Master, a craftsman going like "well, look at me try and succeed fixing him". For this type of dynamic, as you know, I like to dehumanize Blade, make a separation between a it/its Blade seiing itself only as a weapon, where the coping mechanism and trauma became the mask, the personality in its entirety.... and a he/his or they/them Ren, softer, clinging to shreds of humanity, still hopeful for salvation, still aching because of feelings letft to rot on themselves.

I like RenXing where Ren goes back in time or jump through dimensions and is so feral to protect Yingxing's humanity, to be sure Yingxing never ever becomes like Blade. Where Blade is all "I will see you die", but not in a threatening way but in a caring, a "you were born a short life specie and I will ASSURE you'll die as one and never become me". Where Ren is the strange stalker, the interested customer, the shadow knight until revealing himself or Yingxing giving the chase.

I love XingRen in the more crackside of the dynamic (I have WIPs about that), where Yingxing was recognize in the HCQ as "the person who would fuck his clone if given the opportunity" to the point there were bets on it (and Baiheng won when Yingxing introduced him his new boyfriend looking like a carbon copy of himself with inverted colors and a scowl bad enough to put Yinyue's Preceptors to shame). Where Ren existence and "how the fuck did this happen" is burried under the "I KNEW IT YOU WOULD FUCK YOU, AH ! PAY UP MORONS" global reaction and Ren would be just 🤨.

I love RenXing where Ren hates, despise, loathes Yingxing. Where Ren's memories are fragmentary and if he has the general idea, he doesn't possess the whole picture. I love RenXing where Ren's idea of salvation is turning back time to go murder Yingxing before the Sedition in order to erase himself... only to be unable to do so in the end, faced with the whole truth of what it was, of what happened.

I love all the philosophical bullshit this ship imposed on me, all the reflections about identity, permanence of identity, identity crisis and trauma, permanence of memory. All the angst I can produce, all the fluff I can produce, all the crack I can produce.

Also, I'm sorry, but you saw @aratribow XingRen art she made for me (Unne is so well fed, Unne is a happy writer) and I'M SORRY, THEY'RE REALLY AESTHETICALLY PLEASING TO THE EYE. I'm looking everything but respectfully and none of my thought belong anywhere near any type of divine scripture and there must be a special place like a super-horny hell somewhere in the afterlife with my name on it at this point lmao.

But anygays, XingRen is a 100% YES ABSOLUTELY YES PLEASE DEAR LORDS YES- from me.

[r3stingangel]

You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.

A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.

It pisses me tf off

[princesschimchim1325]

Sing for us, darling~

Dan Feng and Yingxing want to hear the noises their wife makes as they pleasure her, to let it be known to the whole Xianzhou Luofu that she belongs to them.

(Or you get sandwiched between your horny husbands)

Warnings: 3rd POV, fem & afab reader, reader is an adult, reader got bomb pussy game, overstimulation, groping, double penetration in the same hole, creampie, vaginal fingering, Dan Feng has two cocks and a voyeur kink, Yingxing is 41 (reader wants to fuck those old men so bad), Dan Feng is a menace, Yingxing is a charming old man, they are both possessive and horny as hell, a surprise at the end. (Fūrén - wife, bǎobèi - treasure)

Word count : 1,904 words

This can be read in the same universe as my dragoness reader idea but can be read as a standalone.

This could also be read in the same universe as my mutual's @philistiniphagottini's "god-ish" smut fic.

Likes, Comments & Reblogs are welcome!

DO NOT REPOST, OR FEED TO AI 🚫🚫🚫

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Under the pale moon, the wind made the trees rustle and flowers sway. The cold breeze would make any passerby shiver, enough to make their teeth chatter.  Everyone had worn thicker coats and lit up their fireplaces to stay warm.

Everyone except for the lovers in the High Elder's residence. Said High Elder was lounging on an armchair, his face propped up by his fist and an ankle atop his knee, an air of haughtiness befitting of man his caliber and position. Dan Feng was facing the master’s bed, calculating ocean green eyes swept over the attractive forms of his spouses.

His husband, Yingxing, was sitting on the edge of the large bed, completely bare. His long silver hair lay loose and flowing behind his muscled back. Sitting on his lap, was a jewel far more precious than any stone found in the Luofu, their beloved wife. 

And what a sight she was.

Her back was pressed against Yingxing’s broad chest, her front facing Dan Feng. Her lovely face was scrunched in frustration, sighing as Yingxing kissed and lavished her shoulders with love bites and hickeys, his large and calloused hands groped her breasts. And what was one of the most erotic sights he has ever seen in his centuries of living, her greedy pussy swallowing Yingxing’s length and if he looked hard enough, he could see a bulge on her stomach as Yingxing stuffed her full. 

Their shared bedchamber was filled with the loud wet sounds of Yingxing open mouthed kisses and their wife’s lovely moans, or as he and Yingxing liked to call them, song. His own hard cocks were pressing painfully against his trousers but he paid it no mind. The erotic sight in front of him was far more important. 

“Enjoying the show, A-Feng?” His Yingxing inquired, a smirk on his handsome face. His large hands slid from her breasts, trailing down until they slipped under her thighs, only to suddenly spread them wider, jostling the woman on his lap and causing her to throw her head back and sobbed. 

“Indeed. Dare I say, your little ‘show’ is the most enjoyable production I ever had the pleasure of witnessing.” 

He rose from his seat as he answered, taking off his white blazer as he did. Perhaps their little game went on long enough, they started at nightfall and now the moon was already high in the sky. Their poor wife must be so pent up, being cockwarmed and teased by Yingxing, but being told she wasn’t allowed to cum.

As he neared his two beloveds, their wife gazed at him with glassy eyes, cheeks wet from tears of frustration. She shakily reached out to him with her left hand and he caught her midway, holding her smaller hand and leaning down to place a kiss on her palm. 

“A-Feng…A-Xing has been so mean to me..” she whined as Dan Feng kissed her neck, trailing up to her ear, just below her earlobe. 

“Hmm, is that so?” He hummed, smirking as she yelped when he bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and licked it as a form of apology.

“Oh, fūrén, this was our dearest High Elder’s idea. I am merely doing my part in his script~” Yingxing laughed, placing an unapologetic kiss on her hair. 

The High Elder pulled away to take his long gloves and the rest of his imperial garbs off, piece by piece revealing a lean yet powerful build, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips. 

“...You scoundrels. How could you be so mean to your wife?” she complained, writhing on top of the Furnace master’s lap, unconsciously tightening in the process and causing the man to groan. 

“Desperate now, are we?” Yingxing hissed, hands gripping her thighs in a bruising hold to stop her from squirming. 

Dan Feng, finally bare, had taken his place between his wife’s spread legs and replaced Yingxing’s hands gripping her thighs with his own. His cocks standing proudly against his toned stomach. 

Yingxing’s left hand returned to groping her breast and tweaking her hardened nipple with his fingers, while his right hand trailed up to her smooth neck, caressing it before gently gripping her throat. 

Dan Feng rubbed both of his cocks against her puffy clit, using her and Yingxing’s combined wetness as lube before taking one of his hardness and lining it up her hole that was still stretched around Yingxing’s cock. 

Slowly, he filled her up, one cock rubbing against Yingxing’s and her spongy walls, his other cock was sliding between her puffy folds and clit. Dan Feng pulled his husband into a searing kiss over their wife’s shoulder, making a show of their tongues dancing. He could feel her tighten up at the sight of their display. 

Inch by inch, he slid into her wet heat, until he pressed up against her cervix alongside Yingxing. He pulled away from his husband only to kiss his wife next, equally as passionate. 

Their beloved wife was panting when he pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips before it snapped. 

A few moments of silence before sounds of debauchery filled their shared bedroom. Each sensual roll of their hips had their darling wife keening, throwing her head back and bumping against Yingxing’s collarbone, tears of pleasure streaming down her lovely face. 

“Mmmph! A-Xing, ah! A-Feng! Too deep! Please, too deep!” She sobbed. How cute, yet she clung to them like they’re her lifelines. 

Their hips moved in sync, when one thrusts in, one pulls out and vice versa, making sure their wife is in the precipice of pleasure and overstimulation. Their cocks were alternating in slamming against her cervix, causing her to moan even louder. 

In her desperation to keep herself grounded, her hands found themselves digging into different parts of her husbands. One hand reached behind her to grasp and pull at Yingxing’s long silver locks, making him groan. The other reached behind Dan Feng to rake her sharp nails down his back, leaving thin scratches that are deep enough to bleed. Dan Feng threw his head back, moaning at the pleasure before hissing from the stinging pain.

Yingxing, never one to let his spouses one up him, let the hand groping her breast trail down her soft stomach before suddenly pressing down on the bulge caused by their cocks. 

“Ah! Yingxing, please!” How adorable, she was starting to slur her words a bit. 

Yingxing couldn’t help but chuckle, “Close, love?” 

Their poor darling, already so close while being lovingly fucked, their cocks overcrowding her poor cunt while their hands groped her breasts, the pudge of her hips, or pressing down on the bulge of her stomach in a dazed fascination of how well she’s taking both of their cocks. 

Their normally stoic and quiet wife reduced to an incoherent mess, moaning only their names. 

Both husbands groaned at the same time when they felt her tighten, impossibly tight. Dan Feng reached down to draw circles on her engorged clit, making her cry out even louder to the point he might get complaints in the morning even though his estate is built farther away from other citizens. 

“Mmph! Ah! A-Feng, A-Xing! Please, I’m going to–ah!” Before their darling wife could even finish her sentence, she came, or rather, she squirted right at Dan Feng’s abdomen. 

Her sudden orgasm triggered Yingxing’s own orgasm and she could feel herself being filled to the brim with the copious amount of his warm and thick cum. Dan Feng followed not too long after him. 

She hiccuped in pleasure as she’s filled again, this time by Dan Feng’s cum, warm and thick, and just as abundant as Yingxing’s. 

Once the cloud of pleasure had dissipated, she watched in mortification how her cum that splashed her husband, dripped down the planes of muscles his blessed body has. 

He didn’t even look mad, if anything, he looked downright pleased by the turn of events with his telling smile and the mirth present in his eyes. Behind her, she could feel the rumble of Yingxing’s barking laugh. 

“Oh, you did so well, darling. Look, you even made his other cock cum.” Yingxing cooed, nuzzling into her hair. 

She looked down and saw that Yingxing was right, Dan Feng’s neglected cock had cum as well, his spent dripping from her chest to her stomach. 

“Hmm, you took both of us well. How are you feeling, băobèi? Are you hurt?” Dan Feng kissed her forehead while checking her for any signs of harm. She could only shake her head in fondness. 

Dan Feng was the first to pull out, Yingxing following soon after him. She whimpered at the feeling of their cocks rubbing against her sensitive walls. 

Dan Feng watched in fascination how his and Yingxing’s combined cum dripped from their wife’s slightly gaping pussy, staining the bed and dripping onto the floor. 

Before anymore could drip out from her lewd hole, Dan Feng scooped the excess cum and fingered it back inside her, causing her to jolt and gasp

“Let’s not waste, shall we? It would be such a shame, no, fūrén?” He looked at her with such an infuriating look on his handsome face while his fingers played with his and Yingxing’s mixed cum inside her sore cunt. 

Yingxing’s large hands found their way to her breasts again, playing and groping her soft tits. All he gave her was a not-so apologetic kiss on the top of her hair.

“Ah! You-you scoundrels! Give this body of mine a break, won’t you?” their wife scowled but it broke into a pleasured moan when Dan Feng once again bit the sensitive part of her neck.

“Well, we did say we want you to sing, didn’t we, bǎobèi?”

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Dan Heng shot out of his mattress, panting. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart beating so hard, it almost felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. 

He pressed his hand against his chest, his heart finally calming down. As he calmed down, he realized he had another problem, the hard on between his legs. Dan Heng groaned.

‘What the hell was that dream? No, that was too vivid to be something my mind conjured up. Was it a memory? If so, why the hell did I have a wet dream of Dan Feng and his spouses?’

He looked beside him, the woman sleeping next to him thankfully lay unaware of his dilemma. Her appearance had a striking resemblance to the woman in his dreams. He shook his head

He reached down to brush away the hair against her face, fingers slightly caressing her feathers. 

Well, whatever it was, he’ll deal with it tomorrow. 

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Ren’s eyes opened, trying to adjust in the darkness of his room. He sat up before placing a hand on his face.

There was a moment of silence before the sounds of his hysterical laughter filled the room. 

“Of all the times, the memories of Yingxing decide to resurface now?” 

Ren laid in his bed again, facing the ceiling while his large and scarred hand dragged against his face, a smirk on his face. 

“Hah, I guess there is no escape for either of you. My bǎobèi, it won't be long until we're reunited...... And there is no place for you to hide, Yǐnyuè-jūn.”

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[matchanon]

yingxing who falls in love with you during his youth and spends several years romancing you and finally manages to tie you to him via marriage

yingxing who is over the moon and brags about you to his friends who are so done with his bullshit and think he’s mocking them for being single

yingxing who loves everything about you, from the way you pin your hair with hairpins he made to your eyes that glitter like moonstones, from the way you understand his passion for creation to the egg tofus you make in the early mornings, from the way you laugh-snort to the way you are passionate and vibrant

yingxing who through the passage of years looks at your ever youthful features and pauses, tracing over the face that remains beautiful in his eyes, and suddenly becoming acutely aware of the slight signs of age in his own

yingxing who feels his throat tighten whenever you hug him and tell him you love him even when his hair greys out, even when there are so many others just waiting for him to die and take his place, even when you will be forced to bury him in the stars because he doesn’t have the same lifespan as you

yingxing who hopes, selfishly, that you will keep him in your memories at least.

.

.

.

blade lives.

blade who sees his flawless reflection and has the urge to claw his own face off.

blade who remembers a blurry face that makes agony lance through his head. blood and bone and tears. glassy moonstone. a broken hairpin.

blade who only has revenge and hatred and pain and a curse pushing him onwards.

he lives— perhaps wretchedly, perhaps agonizingly, and most definitely undeserving of it, but that doesn’t really matter, does it?

[anshares]

[toruskiii]

"That's my wife!"

Synopsis: Your husband is consumed with jealousy. Genre: Fluff Characters: Yingxing x f!reader Warnings: Yingxing's personality might be a little ooc, you guys are married!!! (SHOCKER!!), he's so silly (I want him in me) A/N: this was supposed to be a multi character fic with all the Xianzhou men but I got lazy [masterlist] [about me]

Yingxing's hands glided over the gleaming steel, carving intricate patterns as he meticulously sharpened the sword's edges. He was a master swordsmith, and a skilled swordsman as well. Anyone who laid eyes on his creations could see the devotion and precision he poured into each piece.

But today, he couldn't help but notice something was off— his work felt sloppy.

He was in the middle of fulfilling a commission, with the client standing right before him, watching his every move. Normally, Yingxing preferred to work away from prying eyes, but today was an exception.

The real distraction, however, was that the gentleman in front of him kept stealing glances in your direction, as you assisted at a neighboring stall near his workshop.

"You're really skilled," the man remarked, admiring the sword in his hands. "Your craftsmanship is as fine as that woman over there." He chuckled, his eyes flicking over to you as you carried boxes to assist an elderly woman.

Yingxing felt a vein throb at his temple, his hands pausing briefly at the man's comment. "Thank you," he responded curtly, his tone icy. Normally, he was a man of few words, but rarely did his voice carry such a sharp edge.

Yingxing continued to etch the custom designs into the sword, his hands steady despite the occasional glance he cast toward his client. He wasn’t one to get easily jealous— his bond with you was secure, as was yours with him, but something about the way the man looked at you sparked an unfamiliar tension within him.

"Does that lady work at that stall?" No.

"I wonder what her name is..." You don’t deserve to know.

"She’s quite the beauty. I wonder if she’s spoken for." She does, me.

"Maybe I should ask her ou—"

Suddenly, a sharp screech echoed as Yingxing’s tool scraped harshly against the metal, causing the man to jolt and snap his attention back to the swordsmith.

The man watched Yingxing with a growing sense of uncertainty as he polished the sword with an almost aggressive fervor. "Hey, are you supposed to polish it like that? Isn’t that going to damage my sword?" he yelped, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he flinched at the fierce glare Yingxing shot his way.

"I apologize," Yingxing replied, his brow arching in challenge. "Are you the expert here, or am I?" He deliberately intensified his focus, sharpening the sword even faster, each stroke deliberate and precise.

The man's throat tightened as he gulped, his nerves getting the better of him. He shook his head, mumbling an apology as he realized he was facing the renowned calm and patient swordsmith— though the man before him seemed anything but calm in this moment.

As silence enveloped the workshop, soft footsteps echoed from the back door. You stepped inside, a warm smile on your face, only to be greeted by Yingxing’s soft voice. He noticed the client’s eyes widen in surprise. "Ah— miss, don’t you work at the other stall? You can’t just waltz into Yingxing’s workshop like this."

You blinked in confusion, your smile turning to one of bewilderment. "Huh?"

Yingxing felt a surge of irritation at the sight of the man's smug expression, wishing he could wipe that insipid smile off his face with a single strike. "Yeah, you—"

"That’s my wife you’re talking to," he interrupted, his tone firm and protective.

The air grew heavy with tension as the implications of his words settled in, leaving the man momentarily speechless. Yingxing’s eyes bore into him, a silent warning that was unmistakably clear.

The man stood frozen, shock washing over his features as embarrassment crept into his cheeks. He had just let himself compliment and gawk at you— right in front of your husband! The realization hit him like a cold wave.

"Oh— uh, I wasn’t aware," he stammered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, his confidence evaporating. His eyes darted between you and Yingxing, desperately searching for a way to defuse the suddenly tense situation.

Yingxing’s expression remained stoic, but the protective glint in his eyes made it clear that the man’s floundering attempts at an apology wouldn’t erase his misstep.

"...No worries," Yingxing replied tersely, completing the final steps of the sword before turning to head toward the back to package it up carefully.

You stifled a laugh at his annoyed expression, finding amusement in his irritation. "Oh, don’t be so upset, 'Xing. The man didn’t know." You gently patted his back, watching as he meticulously wrapped protective layers around the sword before placing it in a sturdy box.

"How could he not know? Everyone has heard of me; there’s no way he hasn’t heard of my own wife," he grumbled, his voice thick with annoyance. He handled the sword with an almost fragile grip, despite the protective layers surrounding it. "Perhaps this man isn’t a true Xianzhou civilian if he hasn’t even heard of my wife."

You shook your head, relishing the glimpse of jealousy that flickered across his features before your gaze landed on something unusual etched into the sword.

傻瓜.

Did he really just—

"Dear, did you carve that on purpose?" you gasped, noting how deeply he had engraved the word into the steel. Yingxing could only huff in response, a subtle nod confirming your suspicion.

"You can’t just do that to your client because you’re upset!"

"It suits him," he shrugged, finally placing the sword into its box and scribbling the client’s name on a piece of paper. "Besides, I’m not charging him any extra for that little addition."

"Every time he swings his sword, his enemies will see just how foolish he truly is."

[saetiate]

thinking about yingxing who loves reader so much but he's a short life species and you're a vidyadhara and he is so aware that kind of love is almost impossible, that even if requited only causes pain for both parties, that he has a war to win with the abundance and he cannot (should not) falter. so he lets it go and hopes she finds a happiness even greater than the one he can give.

and then he becomes blade. he becomes blade and he still loves you, still knows you and it's like hot iron to skin because now he definitely can't have you in his possibly infinite life.

and since that time and now you've been reborn, rebirthed and there's likely no chance you would know him and maybe that's a kind of solace -- to know the impossibility of a circumstance makes it easier to swallow.

but then he runs into you. he's a criminal in xianzhou and he bumps into you and you work for jing yuan and he thinks he might imagine it, might just be his cowardly hope but there's a flash of recognition in your eyes. or maybe it's just from the wanted posters

but regardless of whether you remember or not, you work for jing yuan and so you work with blade and you like him. like him enough to spend time with him and relearn each other and maybe this is what elio means by fated, always meant to happen.

(it calms his mara down too, when the memories of unrequited love become replaced with ones of full, requited, wholehearted love that even he can't deny.)

[bunicate]

omg congrats on pulling bladie!!! big brother blade lives on my mind ngl ik he loves to spoil his lil sister’s pussy the second his parents r outta the houseee ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . blade x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. brief anal. creampie. a litl bit of possessive bladie. he says some dubious things. just a smidge of jealousy. “little girl” usage. breeding mention. unedited ofkurs ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.4k ﾉ 18+ ﾉ if uncomfy pls scroll or block ^_^

muhehe tysm ! ! still trying to build him ! he’s far from perfect but at least he’s at home with me. yk I had 2 pull through nd write smthn icky for him but I did go in a tad bit different direction :<<

you feel it, regret pooling in the pit of your stomach like rocks settling at the bottom of a shallow lake. the beating of your heart stutters out of tandem with the batter of blades hips.

his firm hands anchor themselves on the softness of your lower back, dull nails digging into your skin like thorns.

he fucks you with such depravity, and your obnoxiously noisy cunt salivated in response to the familiar bump of his cock. 

it was far too late for regrets, you knew it well, even as he’s buried himself to the hilt. your parents were a thing of the past, but there’s always the potential of subjecting an innocent passerby to the sight of your brother rubbing your tender insides with his cock. 

despite your roused state, you're still capable of reason, though your brother seemed to have a complete disregard for it.

“b-bladie.”

it’s soft on his ears, polite, although honeyed with a subtle warning accompanied by the slow pulse of your cunt. 

his cock twitches from your quiet plea. he’s close, and at this point, he knows better than to cross the line any further, but you were elusive to your own charms. how could he bury his urges when your round and soft butt continued to smack against his pelvis ? your cunt drooled each time he pulled out.

 its such a sight for sore eyes, and somehow his gaze kept wandering to the tight rim above, making his breathing ragged— almost animalistic.

 he’s seen all of you, sights no older brother should witness, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

it should terrify you, the lengths he goes to stake his claim over you. coming as close as threatening to breed you and keep you bound to him like a pet. predators would be wise to never cross the hunter, even they could sense the extent of his prowess. 

blade purposefully keeps you out of his affairs, but you know he’s a fearsome warrior. he’s tall and slender and with each movement, his hulk of muscle flexes. he’s strong enough to drag your body up and down his member, serving as a stark reminder of the gap in strength.

blade's palms, rough from wielding his ancient sword, settled on both sides of your waist, steels its grip. his thumb presses against your back, and the tips of his fingers meet at your belly button.

he bounces you on his cock, using you like a doll factored for fucking. he lifted you repeatedly like you weighed nothing and all you could do was submit to his brutal pace. 

blade bites his lip to prevent curses from escaping.

he feels . . . good, better than usual. your swollen pussy tugs on his length, drawing out the remnants of his willpower. the desire to cum and bury it in your womb causes blood to rush.

like you can sense the danger, you peer over your shoulder cautiously. 

“you h-have to pull out . . y’can’t just cum inside, okay ?”

such a redundant conversation, and he pays it no mind. 

what good would it be to do something so risky—so wrong, but for blade, it would be worth the peril. 

he doesn’t acknowledge your admonition, instead pressing you further into the sheets, elongating the arch in your back.

“stay still.” 

his hand collides with your backside and a startled gasp echoes. the apple of your ass cheek stings, while the damp release between your thighs becomes stickier. 

the weight on the bed dips when your big brother lowers himself. his chest presses to your back when he fucks you again.

roaring slaps of moist flesh lie thick in the air. you’re soft, so fragile in his embrace that he could crush you like a dainty flower trampled from being hidden between shards of grass.

when blade feels that familiar tender pulse of your cunt signaling your finish, he painfully pulls out as per your whiny request. he utterly despised having to separate himself from you, but nonetheless, he obeys your wishes. sort of.

his cock stands tall and thick, cream dripping from the edge of his tip. your pussy is agape in front of him, but his eyes linger on the tight coil of your ass.

rough palms enclose in a tight fist around his shaft. he pumps his cock, staring daggers at the rim until his balls hang heavier.

he wanted to empty them, he wanted nothing more than to milk his cock using your sweet cunt, but the hunger that normally consumed him wanted something else for a change. 

he slaps his tip against your puckered hole, humping the pretty flesh. his leaking head increasingly swells as the seconds pass by, turning bright pink. the hunter groans, and heaves, his sickening thoughts running rampant while he envisions himself filling up his little sister. 

he’s no longer computing, his body moves on autopilot, and he’s wiping his glossy tip over your ass. 

“hnn-! n-no more. not there bladie !”

you squeal. the sensation is new and foreign, and you find yourself torn between begging for more or scrambling away.

a growing smirk settles on his face, and you see a slither of his sharp teeth.

“you're mouthy today. maybe i should put my cock somewhere else instead.”

you tense when his tip probes your tight muscle again, rubbing it in circles. he was stimulating your ass, forcing your pussy to twitch out of neglect. 

he mumbles to himself. 

“such a brainless girl. i thought i made it clear that i take what i want.”

his orbital pools mimicking the color of blood narrow. he’s almost there, sloppily fucking the skin of your ass until the slippery head of his member breaches the tight ring. and then he snaps. 

with a single, calculated thrust, relief rains down in waves. he buries his cock in all the way as streams of his cum spurt out, dressing your walls in milky webs.

it’s warm as it fills your insides and your mind becomes a foggy maze. instead of your big brother cumming inside your cunt, he emptied his load in your ass, and nothing but burgeoning heat swallows you up. 

“thats it . . take what i give you.”

it’s hard to retain anything when his breath tickles the sides of your cheek and his pulsing sack mushes against your clit. 

“no part of you is off limits, little girl.” 

by now, you're writhing, and you can’t think about how full you felt. not when his words had you mewling out of shame and excitement.

blade makes sure to deliver a few more thrusts, just to be certain that he’s been thoroughly drained. his heart thrums against his chest, reminding him that he's real—you’re real, and that his cock is stretching his little sister’s ass.

his breathing becomes uneven, the exhales of air caressing the plains of your damp skin.

he lowers his head, his lips settling by the shell of your  ear. 

“soon . .”

long strands of his hair fall into place , resting on your own skin.

“i'll cum inside this tiny cunt and there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.”

a shiver runs down your spine. equal parts of fear and eagerness for that fateful day of promise.

when he pulls out, his seed drips from your opening down the length of your slit. both of his hands grab your ass cheeks to watch the cum nestle between your lower lips and spill on the already soiled sheets. 

carefully he watches your cunt push out the remnants, watching it cascade in thick dollops. 

“such greedy holes.” 

you puff out your cheeks and move the stringy hairs from your face. 

“stop it . . it’s so embarrassing when you say that .” 

you attempt to kick him off, and of course it’s thwarted by his iron hold on you.

he presses a sloppy kiss on your asshole, uncaring of the mess coating your sensitive parts. 

“eeeeeeeek -! you’re sooooooo gross, bladie ! get away from me !”

he spanks your ass to hush your outburst.

“shut up.”

he kisses you to silence more of your complaints. the faint taste of cum on his soft lips mingling against your spit - slicked ones. 

 he pulls away audibly, taking a calm breath. 

“you're seeing jing yuan tomorrow.”

you raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of the general.

your brother is nothing less of a maverick, only keeping you close and others at a less than reasonable distance.

jing yuan however complicated things. while they weren't as close, anymore you still made an effort to see him despite their soured relationship.

in his scarce free time when he wasn't resting, he taught you all sorts of things. he helped time escape you when boredom struck in blade's absence. 

you nod stiffly, still skeptical at the hunter before you. you're wary of his intentions, but too stimulated to care. 

blade's face betrays no emotion and so, you’re suddenly startled.

you gasp when his teeth nicks at your neck.

he sucks the skin for a few seconds and then kisses the spot he bruised. proud of his handiwork he pulls away to speak up once more. you can nearly hear his smugness.

“. . . send my regards to the general.”

[mm-lurking]

Emperor Blade AU brainrot

I'm struggling to finish my Blade wips so have this for today. Inspired by my interest in historical Chinese dramas (forgive me for my limited knowledge), Im writing this at 12am please don't mind me with the grammar mistakes etc thank you WC: 1000 ish Warnings: blade x fem! reader, NOT proofread! --- Emperor Blade who picks you during the wife selection stage. You, a middle-class woman with a clan that is neither too powerful nor weak, just ok. You, who compared to the many beauties with influence and high political power, are just average. But that doesn't matter to him as he calmly picks you from the list of candidates, dumbfounding his advisors and court members. Emperor Blade who only picked a wife because of the pressure his court was putting on him. In his thundering dominant reign of purging corruption and enemies, he had never considered being married even once. Marriage to him was an inconvenience and an unnecessary contract to sign.

Emperor Blade who keeps you at an arm's length, treating you just right so it's not controversial yet keeping you so distant that your only companion is your right handmaid. He doesn't speak much to you, and your conversations are short and out of formality. You barely see much of him as he spends most of his day running the nation and the times he is free he rarely visits you.

Emperor Blade who frankly doesn't care what you do or say, as long as you let him be and don't cause trouble. You're merely a pawn in his eyes, a pawn to get everyone to shut up and let him reign however he wants without interfering, that is -until you're pulled into the games of politics.

Emperor Blade whose eyes are raging with a fire his court members have never seen when a faction decides to take advantage of the awkwardness of your marriage and hurt you. He has never liked innocent people being involved in the deception and web of lies of politics. The anger in his voice followed by the withdrawal of his sword makes everyone present cower with fear as they rush to cease his anger so they can save their own heads.

Emperor Blade who works tirelessly at night to figure out who had dared to poison you so shamelessly without any consequences, his jawline clenched and knuckles white as he looks through all his reports to find the mole within the palace walls. Despite saying he doesn't have time for you before, he finds a way to visit you when you're unconscious in your bed, holding your hand as he looks over your peaceful face. Your touch is comforting yet foreign and despite his initial reservations, he finds himself wanting more.

Emperor Blade who rushes over to your chambers when he's informed that you're awake so he can see you for himself and breathe a sigh of relief. There is a twinkle in his eyes that you have never seen before but in your weak state, you shrug it off as your imagination. He swears to find the ones who have hurt you and promises to keep you safe. The tiny smile he shows you has you flabbergasted for the rest of the day.

Emperor Blade who does not hesitate to execute the perpetrators publicly as a warning for everyone to see, to fear the consequences of what would happen if anyone even thought about hurting his wife, his empress. He makes sure you're not watching so he doesn't subject you to the brutality of his role as the emperor. To him, he does not find the need to scare you with his powers. He does not want you to fear him.

Emperor Blade who is slowly but surely falling in love with you. You find yourself welcoming him into your chambers more and more as he drinks tea and chit chats about his interests with you, something you were confused by at first but now have become accustomed to. He loves how you eagerly listen to him and offer your opinions if asked while making sure he's comfortable in your space.

Emperor Blade, who swore to never fall in love, has his heart beating faster and faster whenever he sees you, his breath hitching in his throat when you pass by him in the halls wearing your beautiful gowns. Your scent is intoxicating and he finds himself addicted to you, unable to get enough of you.

Emperor Blade who asks you to accompany him to the pavilion to admire the moon one day. He asks you to wear your favourite gown and says nothing more, leaving you confused but curious. You comply as you meet him in front of your palace, shyly smiling as he admires you.

Emperor Blade who takes your hand into his own, causing you to gasp as the public display of affection. His grip is firm and unwavering, a sign that he doesn't plan to let go. He dismisses his guards and your maids, leaving only you two alone as you both walk to the pavilion and stare at the night sky. The moon is bright and beautiful today with stars that twinkle in the sky like jewels.

Emperor Blade who pulls you into his arms, lifting ur chin with one hand as he looks into your eyes. "You're beautiful", he murmurs causing you to blush. The faint redness of your cheek makes him chuckle as he draws closer. Your noses are touching and your hearts thumping.

Emperor Blade who before only viewed you as a pawn, an inconvenience and a waste of time, now looks at you endlessly as he flicks his gaze back and forth between your lips and your eyes, asking for silent permission as his grip on your waist tightens and the gap between you two closes.

Emperor Blade who asked you to keep your distance from him now closes the distance between you both with a kiss, a kiss that washes away every painful thing he had said to you before. The winds of the night embrace the both of you at this moment as if it were a sign of acceptance from nature itself, a thumbs up almost.

Emperor Blade, a man of fear, blood and formidable reign had now become a man of affection, love and security. A man who swore to never love and never be married is now a man who is deeply in love with you. As the night continues and the moon illuminates your figures, he promises to cherish you and be your man for the rest of your life. A man whose tenderness, warmth and devotion are reserved for you and only you to see. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[chewnchuu]

How to Familiarize Your Pussy

pairing: cat hybrid!Blade x cat hybrid!reader

tags: MDNI, fem!reader, demi human pets, suggestive in a couple scenes but no full blown guts getting blown out, Kafka is Blade's owner, Silver Wolf is your owner, Kafka + SW are roommates(kinda), Silver Wolf and (mostly)Kafka are trying to get you and Blade to know each other without Blade trying to kill you (allegedly) or without you running away from the big cat trying to kill you(allegedly), Kafka got that money, scent fetish, freaky kitties(you AND Blade), hybrids don't speak here but still understand humans, you and Blade have no lines in this play, not proofread

notes: @ mewnbuns did this hybrid fic except Blade and reader were dogs. I wanted to write Blade as a cat hybrid, so here we are. The post fic clarity is gonna hit with this one though... Well, not too bad, I mean I had to bounce back after a good chunk of this fic got deleted so I had to write it all over again from scratch. Then I let it rot in my drafts... This has way more words than it should tbh so it gets a bit rushed at the end.

You were an average cat, with a shut in owner. This arrangement didn't bother you. You helped your oddly named owner, Silver Wolf, with chores. It was your duty to keep her house clean. Although she never asked you to, you just couldn't leave her house to be littered with empty cans, chip bags, and any other gunk she'd allegedly pick up later or so she'd claim.

All you could do was roll your eyes and silently tidy around your home. It was a peaceful arrangement. You were never bothered by her, occasionally you'd relax in her room while she worked from home or played games in her room. You couldn't speak to her in her language even if you wanted to. Your days were spent preoccupied with either cleaning, sleeping, eating, watching TV, or indulging in your hobbies. You didn't need to bring in any income. You stayed at home all day, and did your most important job of all, which was to be a cat.

You didn't interact with anyone else besides Silver Wolf. That didn't bother you. You weren't properly socialized anyway. You knew basic interaction, but that was it. Occasionally you'd go out on your own to the local convenience store to pick up snacks for yourself and Silver Wolf. Maybe a dog demihuman would scare you on occasion, thankfully with a chain attached, but that was it. It was a short trip there and back to your safe haven where no one bothered you. It was a peaceful arrangement. You'd never change that.

There was no way that'd be able to change even if you wanted it to. Though, why would you? A peaceful home, an amicable owner who also keeps to herself? Plenty of food, a place to rest, entertainment, you practically have it all.

What you have? That would never change. You would never even dream of it.

Until your home was destroyed in a freak construction accident one fateful afternoon. It was a once in blue moment between you and Silver Wolf. You returned from that same convenience store to be greeted with the rubble and remains of your home. It was a horrifying sight to behold. You felt so helpless in that moment.

With shared effort, you both managed to scrounge up some of your belongings that were miraculously still intact. After organizing yourselves a bit and composing from the shock, Silver Wolf tells you that you'll both have a place to stay in the meantime.

After calling an Uber, you arrive at a very luxurious looking home about two and half hours from your crumbled one. Beyond the front gate, you soon find out it's gorgeous, with well tended to flowers in the front, garden chairs and tables with other rich people decor, and a lovely designed fountain in the center. You can't help but stare in awe as you meeky follow behind Silver Wolf to the front door. You're still rubbing your eyes from the long nap you took during the ride here. You cautiously stare as she rings the doorbell.

A beautiful woman greets you both. An acquaintance at the very least of your owner. No, perhaps a bit more familiar? How could someone like your owner just come to the house of someone like— that? This just didn't seem like the type to be associated with Silver Wolf of all people. Beautiful, clean, well kept, elegant, graceful demeanor. Just how? The woman chuckles as she notices your face contort in confusion as you study her.

"Your pet looks a bit confused, I think she's judging you Silver Wolf." oh and her voice is as decadent and pretty as she looks.

Silver Wolf shoots you a look before rolling her eyes. "I think she always does that honestly." She's right, you do, always with love of course. Although you wouldn't change her for the most part anyway.

"She seems pretty reserved." The woman comments, "I wonder how Bladie will react to her though. I highly doubt he'll be jumping for joy when he sees another cat here. He's already warmed up to you enough Silver Wolf." Another cat? Your ears twitch at the mention. Surely living with another cat shouldn't be so bad?

Your owner scoffs at her words. "Oh please Kafka, Blade barely even tolerates me. There's nothing warm about him."

Kafka hums, tapping her chin with a gloved hand before she motions you both to come inside. "Well, come in then. We'll have to discuss how to introduce them both. I'd hate for you to lose your cat." Suddenly you don't feel so welcome anymore as the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You nervously glance at Silver Wolf before you don't have a choice but to follow her inside.

The inside of Kafka's house is rather expensive, you can tell just by a quick glance around. All her decorations and furniture look like they cost a fortune even on their own. The kitchen and living room were massive. It's beautiful, really, but not enough to distract you from the looming threat to your very existence in the air. You can only assume that foreign smell ghosting your nostrils is that of another cat. It must be this Blade you keep hearing about. Oh how you hope he hasn't sensed you yet. The way Silver Wolf and Kafka mentioned him, he seems more like a rabid dog than a cat. Is it bad to think that?

Silver Wolf leads you over to a pair of lavish couches, you reluctantly take a seat on one of them. Silver Wolf sits next to you while Kafka takes a seat on the opposing couch. "I am sorry to hear about your house Silver Wolf, it's rather unfortunate to lose it so suddenly. I am glad you and your car are unscathed. I don't mind you both staying here at all, although I do worry about how our cats will adjust."

You look over at your owner, in your mind you wonder, how will you adjust? You've never really been associated with another cat. Silver Wolf never fully socialized you. Only rarely did you encounter other humans. Silver Wolf thinks for a moment, clicking her tongue.

"[Name] likes to keep to herself, so she wouldn't be a rush to meet Blade. Besides I doubt she wants to right now, she's been getting even more anxious as we speak."

She's damn right you're anxious! You want to shut yourself in a room as fast as possible if it means avoiding this big scary cat you keep hearing about. You shift in your spot uncomfortably, your tail wrapping around your waist..

"Awe, sweetie... Bladie won't hurt you." Kafka coos at you in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

You don't believe her for a second no matter how silky her voice sounds in your fluffy ears.

"There are a couple of guest rooms on the opposing side of the house. It's the opposite from Blade's room. There's a bathroom on each side as well. I sleep on the second floor, so come up there if you need me."

You wish you could ask to be on the second floor too, but then you'll have to jump from a window in the event you'll have to escape this house entirely.

"Got it, anything else I should know?" Silver Wolf asks her.

"Make sure [Name] stays in her room for now. At least until Blade gets used to her, we don't want to introduce them suddenly. Blade is a sort of— guard cat. He's pretty on edge with strangers as you know. You should personally deliver [Name]'s food to her room and watch her come and go from the bathroom even if it's just across the hall. Blade does chores for me around the house when he's not in his room. He's more used to you though, so you should be alright." Kafka explains. Each word has your stomach churning more and more.

You're nearly certain you may as well die here. You'd like to get to your room this instant. "He should be in his room now actually, he likes to keep himself too usually." Well that'd be a relief if it didn't feel so obvious that your life was in danger. Silver Wolf is gonna make you stay here? Is she insane?

Silver Wolf yawns and you could almost smack her in the mouth right now and how at ease she was feeling while you're practically at the edge of your seat to get up and leave. Alas, you're just a cat with little value with no connections at all. You're helpless. You're stuck here. No one's coming to save you. These thoughts rotate in your head as the words between Silver Wolf and Kafka buzz out of your ears.

Finally after a few minutes, before she has to take her leave to go to work, Kafka dismisses you both to your new rooms down the hall. The opposite side to Blade who you've yet to see.

You can't hop into the bed fast enough. It feels like ages since you've been able to relax. Your body melts into the luxurious sheets and blankets. It's heavenly. Silver Wolf watches you revel in the bed, a snort escapes her. You turn to face her with the side of your face smooshed into a pillow. Your tail slowly swishes back and forth and your worries slip away just like that. It feels so safe in this bed.

Your owner snaps her fingers in order to get your attention again. You groan.

"Hey, don't forget, you can't leave your room. I'll be in the room next to yours. Knock— or I guess scratch on the wall if you need food or the restroom, okay?" Her tone is light-hearted, but you can hear the slight concern in it. Though you can't display it, you're appreciative that she's at least a little worried for you. You nod obediently before turning on your side, nestling into the bed. You hear a 'sleep well' and the door shut. Your eyes slowly blink at the window. How did you get here? Slowly you fade into a state of unconsciousness, hoping this was all a weird dream.

When you wake up, it's pitch black. The only source of light is of the moon that peaks through the curtain. You groan as you sit up, stretching your arms. Sadly, not a dream. Although the bed was still heavenly. You slowly scoot out of bed with an urge to relieve yourself, feet planting on the floor before you make your way towards the door. Your hand hesitates before it reaches the door handle. Blade. The warning. Surely he wasn't up at this hour right? Slowly you open the door, cautiously peeking out of it first.

The bathroom door was right across from you and Silver Wolf's rooms. You should be back in your room before anyone would potentially notice you. So you take the chance. Swiftly tip toeing across the hall and shutting the bathroom door behind you. There isn't a single window, so you flick the light on. It's bright, nearly blinding as you adjust from the previous lack of light. A small hiss escapes you as you cover your eyes for a moment. You need to get this over with and get back to bed.

Warm water and lavender scented hand soap run down your hands. It's a pleasant sensation. You turn the water off once you finish, drying your hands with the soft black hand towel. You click the light off, thinking you won't need it with your room being so close by.

After feeling around on the door, your hand clasps around the door handle. You open it, your heart stops.

There's someone there. It's dark, but you can vaguely make out the figure of a much larger, muscular individual. Blade, it's him. It has to be. You stop, not an inch of you moves as your hair raises in alarm. There's a lump in your throat as you sense him looming over you in the darkness. His presence is domineering as it is terrifying. Strands of dark navy blue fading to red cascade over his shoulder as he leans down to your face. Your breath hitches, to escape this moment would be futile. It was far too late to shut yourself in the bathroom again. Although you doubt the door would stand a chance even if you managed to.

His eyes are like daggers, his gaze itself felt akin to a threat. Thick silence between you both is soon filled with the sound of your gagging with Blade's hand swiftly at your throat. He raises you up by your neck. Your heart is racing, your ears are flat against your head as your tail and legs flail in desperation. Through tears you gape at him with fear.

He doesn't kill you, at least he's not quite trying to, at least not yet. You try your best to steady your desperately beating heart, your hands pathetically clawing and swatting at the bigger cat's arm and his hand that grips your neck. The minor wounds you attempt to inflict don't bother him. Blade was so— uncanny. He just didn't give off the warmth of another living being. It was odd, but it almost felt that he didn't even want to be here dealing with you in a sense.

He observes you a little longer before his face closes in, the tip of his nose brushing against your shoulder. You can hear him sniffing you as if to further inspect you. Oddly enough, it gives you a moment to calm down, although not by much. You feel him huff into your shoulder and you stiffen. He looks at you with a disinterested stare, but there is still a hint of hostility— or was it disgust in those fiery colored eyes of his. It almost seemed that he was determining if you were a threat or not. In what seemed to be a miracle, he released you. You struggled to stand up straight as your feet hit the ground suddenly. You use your hand to steady yourself against the door frame. You can feel Blade's eyes on you, looking you over one last time before he disappears into the pitch black down the hall. Footsteps soon turn to silence, your hand has been subconsciously rubbing your throat. You feared moving from your spot until you were certain he was in his own room.

Once you're sure it's safe to move, you quickly scamper back to your room and shut the door behind you. Your breathing picks up against as deep breaths puff in and out of you. That was Blade.

To your surprise, no one had come to save you from him, instead he let you go of his own volition. Why? What was his motive? You try your best to forget the way he looked at you, all with your fragile life dangling in his hands. Your ears are still flattened against your head, you wipe the last of your tears as you go back to crawl into bed, tucking yourself under the covers this time. You didn't want to wake Silver Wolf, so you decided to suck it up and go back to sleep.

The next day, when Silver Wolf comes to check on you, you practically fling yourself at her. She nearly falls flat on her back with you clinging to her. "W-woah hey! What's with you?" You can't even tell her how the big scary cat was camped outside the bathroom ready to jump you last night. You nuzzle against her cheek, not a common thing, but you were craving affection after that recent scare last night.

With prodding from you, Silver Wolf has breakfast with you in your room on the floor. You happily scarf up the food. You had no idea your owner was capable of making food as tasty as this. Which was suspicious...

"You like it?" She asks through chews of her omelette and you shake your head yes in delight. "Me too, apparently Blade always makes breakfast for Kafka, so she asked him to make a bit more for us."

Similarly to last night, you begin to gag and choke on your food. Silver Wolf hastily smacks your back before offering you water. "Sorry, is he your new trigger word?" She half jokes, but she sounds concerned. "I'm not sure when we'll be able to go back to our old home, I'm still trying to work things out with my insurance company. Maybe sue those workers for negligence while I'm at it... all my games, my consoles..."

You begin to hear her mutter in annoyance as you drink your water, you can only imagine how that must've felt for your hermit owner to have her equipment and belongings destroyed like that. Of course you were upset you had lost some of your toys, art supplies, and books. Not to mention your clothes. It was mostly pajamas and lounge wear. Nothing fancy of course, but still you had your favorites you mourned a little bit.

Silver Wolf, for once, takes both your dishes when you're finished eating. It's not like you can comfortably go out there, and you certainly won't if Blade is still in that kitchen. Before she leaves, she tells you something that makes your heart drop.

"...I'm gonna have to leave you here with Kafka for the weekend. Kafka's house is a two and a half hour drive to the city and back. I'm gonna be at a hotel while I try to set things up to get us back on our feet. Kafka will be the one to feed you when she's here. You'll have snacks too, don't worry."

You're fighting the urge to cry as you listen, but you hold back. You're visibly sulking though which makes Silver Wolf sigh. "You'll be okay, Kafka will have plenty of things for you to keep you entertained. There's a TV in here too." Her attempts to console you fall on deaf ears. The only thing that really comforts you is the narrative that Blade won't come into your room, at least you hope he doesn't. When Silver Wolf shuts the door behind her, you flop down onto your bed, your tail whipping against the mattress in annoyance. This weekend was gonna be a living nightmare for you, you could just feel it.

Sometime after Silver Wolf leaves, you receive a knock on your bedroom door. It's Kafka obviously, you doubt Blade would knock. You open the door for her, and she has a box in her arms. You're incredibly curious about its contents, you can only assume what's inside is for you.

"Silver Wolf let me know about some of the things you liked, so I got some stuff to keep you busy and some clothes. You've been in those clothes since yesterday, surely you'd like to clean up and change right?" Her voice is almost like honey, it honestly feels a little sultry with how smooth it is, but Kafka is rather easy to listen to that way. You carefully take the box, excited to take a look inside and she chuckles at your excitement.

"I'll leave you to it, and don't worry, Bladie will be doing some outdoor chores for a while. Don't feel too skittish on your way across the hall." there's a teasing undertone in her voice. Had she seen you and Blade last night? Surely not. She would've done something to help you right? It's not like you can ask her as Kafka left as soon as she came.

You rummage through the box, tail swaying in a relaxed motion as you do so. Your face brightens as you pull out a sketchbook as well as crayons and colored pencils. Some stuffed animals and fidget toys. There's an assortment of books, all your favorite genres, there's multiple pairs of pajamas that even suit your style. Although you were an adult, as a demihuman pet, even the more child centered items were common things your kind were given no matter the age. Your kind weren't allowed to own their own communication devices. You gaze in delight at one of the stuffed animals, although one smells— a little off. As if it's just been washed, but there's another faint scent of cat hair. Blade's hair. This was Blade's? That hulking unit who had you dangling in the air has a stuffed animal? And Kafka gave it to you? Oh she's absolutely plotting on your downfall. She must be, because what is this!?

Had you upset her? Does she want you six feet under in itsy bitsy pieces?

You nervously put Blade's plushy back in the box. It's not like you can leave your room and give it back to him. You don't even want to imagine what he'd do to you if he knew you had it.

You take everything else out of the box, placing your new clothes inside the dresser you had in your room into one drawer and your sources of entertainment into another. Your stuffed animals you place on your bed against your pillows. The sound of a mower starting causes you to jump in alert. You creep towards the window with one of your stuffed toys in your arms. Carefully, you peaked through the curtain. Kafka did mention Blade was outside doing chores. That's exactly what he was doing, shirtless while pushing the mower across the grass in the backyard.

He looked so... calm. He appeared to look almost friendly in comparison to the other night. With proper light from the sun, you could see his features much better now. He had a lot of scars on his body, and who knows how he got those. Admittedly, he was also easy on the eyes, looking a bit closer at his face. You shuddered at your own thoughts before you stepped away from the window. You set your plushie back down before you grab a pair of clothes. You remember there had been a nice stack of clean towels in the bathroom across from your room already as well as other standard toiletries. A nice bit of freshening up would definitely do you good.

You still feel the need to look down the hall into the rest of the house before scampering into the bathroom. Again, you'd shut the door behind you, setting your change of clothes onto the counter. You begin to undress, stripping down and discarding your clothes into the bathroom's hamper.

After a nice warm shower, a coat of deodorant, a nice helping of lotion and a light dosage of perfume, you look at yourself in the mirror. You look clean, more relaxed with your cozy pajamas on, the shower definitely helped calm your nerves a bit. You take a deep breath, your ears flickering a bit. There's a toothbrush holder with an unused toothbrush in it. It's simple, a blue color, with a couple of white stripes at the bottom. You wet the brush with a bit of water before applying toothpaste on it so you can brush your teeth. It's so refreshing. The feeling of the bristles against your gums, gliding across your tongue. You brush your teeth for at least five minutes, daydreaming as you did so.

Once you finish and spit, you rinse your mouth with mouthwash. A satisfied hum escapes you as you exit the bathroom. You smile, looking down the hall without worry, only for worry to come rushing back, your face falters, your hair and tail raise as your body stiffens.

A few feet away from you stands Blade, still without shirt with a nice coat of sweat, the scent of him tickles your nostrils. Somehow it isn't an entirely bad smell to you. It's almost alluring. Blade stares at you and you hope he doesn't plan to get any closer. Thankfully, he seems to be observing you with disinterest as his gaze only lingers on you for a short moment before he leaves to go to his side of the house. You assume it's to take a shower himself considering it seems like he just came back from mowing the lawn.

You watch as he walks off, your ears fold as your tail whips behind you wildly as you stay in the hall for a moment to savor his scent a little longer. It's so odd, the scent of his sweat is almost better than the body wash you just used to clean yourself with. It nearly leaves you in a complete daze before you literally smack yourself to come to your senses. You quickly disregard the encounter, returning to your room.

Another problem presents itself to you, so it seems. Your eyes linger on the box Kafka gave you earlier. The plushy from before flashes in your mind. Blade's scent... It feels somewhat wrong, but you don't quite care as your hand subconsciously reaches for the stuffed creature inside. You hug it close to your body before hopping into bed. Your face squishes into it with a deep inhale and you feel your entire body shudder with delight. You're rubbing and squishing your face all over Blade's toy, purring as you take in the crumbs of his scent. Oh how you were beginning to crave some of his musk straight from the source. It was humiliating, and you did feel a little ashamed of this sudden desire inside you. Especially for someone you were sure was gonna kill you. He might still, you're not sure anymore.

Your hand reaches for the remote to the TV at your nightstand. You roll through some channels after turning it on, settling for an action adventure film you don't know the name of. You weren't really paying attention either after you got up to grab your sketchbook and pencils so you could draw absentmindedly. Occasionally you'd glance at the stuffed animal at your side. Something's definitely wrong with you right now...

Later that day in the evening, Kafka brings you dinner. Dinner that had been prepared by Blade as so had breakfast and lunch. You eat your dinner in silence. You'd be an absolute liar if you even hinted that Blade's cooking was mediocre or less than subpar. You had made plenty of meals for Silver Wolf during the time you spent as her pet, but sadly it didn't hold a candle to Blade's culinary skills. The meat was so supple and tender, juices squirting in your mouth with every nip of your teeth. It's almost too good, not to mention the perfectly cooked, well seasoned side dishes. Blade was such a strange cat.

Actually you're surprised your dishes have been of such high quality. No attempts to poison you or mess with your food? Well, considering Kafka was delivering all your meals, you guess Blade wouldn't try anything suspicious thankfully.

You're not surprised by how quickly you finished, the meal was delectable. Not only had you scarfed it down in minutes, you literally licked the plate clean. It almost made you forget that you weren't supposed to leave your room. You stand at your room door plate in one hand while your other is inches away from the door knob. You crouch to put your plate down near the door in a position where it doesn't get hit by it. You stare at the empty dish, your ears twitching.

You wonder if you could perhaps have a little more...

If he cooked for you, maybe you could ask for a second helping? Should you risk it though?

The scent of food is still very present in the air, you can't help but open the door. You shouldn't be leaving your room, but you're just not full yet. The scent only becomes more potent, and almost like a cartoon, it leads you to the source. You're led to the kitchen and living room.

You see Kafka, and she immediately spots you from her couch, a book nestled in her hand. She smiles at you, it's a little unnerving, as she looks at you who displays resemblance to a deer in headlights— cat in this case. "Oh hello [name]. Are you still hungry?"

Of course you are, you nod yes at her question. It's obvious by the slight bit of drool dribbling down your lip, you wipe it off quickly at the realization.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad you left your room. Go ahead and get however much you'd like from the kitchen."

A smile spreads across your face as you enthusiastically nod. You turn on your heel, but soon pale as you see familiar long blue hair with a red gradient at the ends. He's staring directly at you, his eyes were on you as soon as you made an appearance. There's a plate in front of him as he has himself seated one of the chairs art the kitchen's waterfall counter. It always feels like he's just— studying you, as if to make sure you wouldn't try anything he deemed a threat. If it was an attempt to warn you, it worked. You're already plenty familiar with his strength, and you'd rather not end up in a chokehold again. He huffs at you— no, it's more of an exasperated sigh, like it's permission to go into the kitchen.

You timidly nod to him in acknowledgement. It's clear to you that he doesn't like you or hold interest in you besides the fact that you're in his owner's house. You shuffle over to the stove, clutching your plate. There's some meat in one pan and some stir fried mushrooms in another as well a small pot of rice being kept warm. Before you can even touch the ladle, a secure grasp on your shoulder stops you. Instantly, you freeze, your tail sticking up and your ears pointed in alert. The hand you were initially using to try and grab the ladle slowly retracted to your side. Your eyes look and see Blade over your shoulder in your peripheral. When did he even get beside you? You didn't even hear him get up, not a single footstep reached your ears.

That same stoic gaze pins you to where you stand as you watch him grab the ladle off the counter. His other hand leaves your shoulder to reach for your plate and you don't hesitate to let it go once he grabs it. You nervously wait for his next move and you're gobsmacked when he begins fixing your plate for you. Maybe he felt obligated to? Less to be nice, but maybe just to fulfill his role as a servant— 'pet' in the home.

So you let him get your food, or more accurately, he simply doesn't let you get your own food. It'd almost feel like a nice gesture if it wasn't for that unnerving aura he carried. You both couldn't talk like your owners, but even for your own kind, he just seemed... off. You don't wanna know what's wrong with him. As long as he doesn't threaten your life again. Although his presence alone feels like one... You think the two of you might be able to coexist after all.

Blade takes his time fixing your plate while you awkwardly stand close to him as you haven't moved an inch since he approached. Bandaged hands meticulously place each serving of nourishment on your plate. You drool at the sight— of food. Soon he has your plate ready, handing it over to you, which your hands graciously take. Although a tad reluctant, you thank him with a warm smile with a slow blink. Despite how unreadable his expression was, you'd rather neutrality over hostility. Those eyes of his, they did seem more relaxed in a sense, perhaps it's your imagination or his cooking that clouds your mind.

Unbeknownst to you both, Kafka closely inspects your interaction. As if a plot was brewing in her mind, there's a strange twinkle in her eyes before she goes back to her book. "Would you like to eat in here [name]?"

The question catches you off guard. Do you? Meals alone in your room weren't terrible, but you wouldn't mind eating at the counter. At least you interpreted that's what Kafka wanted. You took yourself and your plate to the waterfall counter. You pause, pondering where to sit out of the four five chairs. Blade's food is still unfinished, not even half the plate was gone yet. How was he not done? Then again, perhaps he was taking his time, savoring his own food, unlike you who practically inhaled your first helping.

Blade had his plate at the far left chair, you set your plate in the middle seat. You'd have gone to the complete opposite end on the right, but there was an urge not to. A part of you— felt bad at the initial thought. He soon returns to his own seat and resumes eating, you soon follow, digging into your own food. There's an odd but serene ambience that fills the space between you both along with the light clinking of silverware and soft sounds of chewing.

After a couple of minutes, the sound of a book shutting catches both Blade's and your own attention. In a synchronized motion, you turn your heads to see her walk up to you both. She pats Blade head, it's almost comical how his big and intimidating self just— accepts it. Kafka is his owner, but seeing him be pet like the normal cat that he is begins to stir something in you. An urge to touch him too. Kafka's hand then transfers to your head, the sensation of tender scratches makes you purr just a bit. Now it's just the two of you.

In the corner of your eye, you peak at Blade. He's eating, not even half as bothered as you. In fact, when he notices you're not eating, he stops to stare at you. His eyes are narrowed at you, it can only be described as a questioning look. Considering you had come out of your room for more food, he has every right to look at you the way he is. It's as if he's questioning you.

Your ears flatten as your tail anxiously wafts behind you. His gaze pricks at you, always feeling like a confrontation. Your spoon scoops up to rice and tender meat before hauling it into your mouth. Slowly you begin to chew, and thankfully he backs off, steering his attention back to his own plate.

The two of you eat together, the atmosphere is surprisingly cordial enough as you stay nestled in your seat. Progressively, your scoops get faster, urging yourself to finish your meal soon in order to escape back to your room.

The food on your plate swiftly vanishes, but you don't have the will to lick it clean once more. Your stomach is now more than satisfied. With your dirty plate in hand, you slip out of your seat silently, red eyes only lingering on you for a split second. You carefully set your plate and utensils down in the sink, as if the slightest clink of dishes would aggravate Blade. You noted there were some dishes already cleaned off, drying in a dish rack. Kafka's most likely. Does he wait for her to finish eating before he even plates his food?

You couldn't imagine waiting for Silver Wolf to finish eating before you even started eating. Sometimes she'd let her food get cold, claiming she needed to finish something in a game for just a minute.

You huff at the amusing thought before slinking off back down the hall, leaving Blade in the kitchen to finish his meal, alone. Well, you weren't gonna sit and watch him eat.

Five minutes goes by while you're in your room, and you begin to get a little parched. Water, you need some now, so you leave your room once more. This time less skittish, maybe even an ounce of confidence was bestowed upon you.

So you quietly track back to the kitchen, you don't see Blade at his seat eating anymore so you turn to check the sink. You feel the fur on your back stand on end as your eyes catch sight of Blade— his tongue was flattened against your plate, licking the residue you had left. Something hot and lecherous shoots into your loins as your legs freeze in place, your tail squishing as your legs flicker.

Your breath only gets thicker when his eyes land on you, and without breaking from your gaze for a second, he continues. And he doesn't cease until it looks completely clean. Then he turns away as if nothing happened, placing your plate in the sink before the sound of water running reaches your ears. Finally a shaky, deep exhale slips out of you before you turn back to go to your room, with your throat still dry and your lips moist.

Midnight again, and you're wide awake, mind aflutter with that scene repeating in your head, and the way Blade's tongue moved, oh if only... You stare wide eyed at the ceiling. Sleep far from reaching you. Then a knock drags you from your thoughts. You nearly fall from your bed as you get up, fumbling to get to the door. The heavy pants already lure your ears through the door, and that fragrance— you're certain it's him.

Once you let the door open by a sliver, Blade wastes no time pushing it open. He swiftly lunges at you, only pinning you down against the floor— for now. His scent binds your mind as yours does his, perhaps clouding both your judgement as his breath tickles the skin on your face, his claws desperate as they tear the fabric of your shirt, you hope Kafka doesn't get upset with you for it.

That hardly grabs your focus for a second before a mewl is drawn from you with a harsh bite into your shoulder, and a hand that slides down your stomach, nails inches away from the hem of your pants.

A/n: if I beat that pussy up is you gon tell on me~♪ "ALL THAT FOR NO DICK?" yeah😔

[ardensregias]

his songbird

contents!! yingxing x female reader. prone bone turned missionary. reader is shy :3 dirty talk. lots of teasing!!! sliight dacriphilia. edging. praises. tummy bulge mmmm. petnames: angel, baobei, darling. yingxing gege !! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

my clit wrote this so this def sucks & not proofread & kinda selfship-coded . . ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა *runs away*

it's endearing, the way you tighten your hold on the silk sheets, buries the sweet face he's missed so badly into the feather-filled pillow, as if that'd help you to tone down the loud and obscene noises that escape your lungs.

"still so shy, hm?" he coos, slotting himself deeper into your aching cunt, "'s not like this is the first time we've done this, angel,"

too exhausted to form a coherent reply, a whine escapes your lips instead, giving yingxing all the answers he needs. the craftsman reads you like an open book. no matter how much you seldom admit to it, deep down you know that it's the truth—that he always knows what to do with you; the things you'd love to hear and feel, and all the right ways to turn you into putty for him with masterful ease.

such as right now; the way he brings one rough hand down from your breast to your hips, pressing down on the plush skin to stop you from squirming too much, pushing you into the edge and humming in satisfaction at each one of your adorable reaction. it fuels his ego to know that he's the only one who can mold and shape you into such a perfect doll for him to use and fold into any position he'd like.

"i can tell you're loving this. would you like me to go harder, baobei?"

from the mirth oozing from his words, you can already picture him wearing the cheekiest smirk that you so despise to see, waiting for any kind of response—which he's 100% sure will not be a comprehensible one.

"gege, i—please—nghh... i-if you do tha—haaah!" you cried out, hiccuping out little incoherent babbles and dragging your nails across the soaked sheets, seeking for any semblance of relief.

so predictable, he thinks. his lips curl further upward, grinning at your reaction, finding it difficult to resist teasing you further, "use your words, baobei, c'mon—or are you telling me that this is enough to break you?"

and as if to make it worse for you, yingxing rolls his hips up, pushing his pelvic bone flush against the swell of your butt until his leaky cockhead manage to kiss that soft spongy spot inside you, and your back arches alluringly in return, lips quivering in a struggle to keep your voice down—fearing the possibility of alerting the entire neighborhood of the debauched activities you two are engaged in.

your lover presses a series of chaste kisses on your shoulder blade like you are his revered goddess, seemingly unbothered by the sound of your wails and whines bouncing off the walls. if anything, he wants to show you off—after all, not everyone is lucky enough to have such precious songbird in their bed.

"still no answer, huh... need me to stop?" he queried, halting all movements as broad shoulders hunched down to loom over your smaller body, silver strands of hair cascading over your back—perhaps to purposely tickle the sensitive column of your neck, adding more stimulation and drawing out more of your sugary sweet voice he'd swallow like the wine he often shares with the quintet.

(your lover can be quite cruel sometimes.)

"g-gege!" you yelp, using the little energy you have left to find purchase in his arm and spoke between gasps, "no, nonono—don'... don't stop, gege, please... wan' you to go harder..."

(but he's never immune to your adorable pleas.)

he cannot help the chuckle that escapes his lungs, because finally, "that's my good girl—see, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" he croons, large hands finding purchase on your sides to maneuver you on your back, and you swore you felt his length twitches at the mere sight of you—mouth agape with a trail of drool running down the side of your mouth, tears clinging to your lashes and the apple of your cheeks, and—oh.

was that a little bump he's seeing on your tummy?

yingxing went silent for a few seconds, before he slowly—painfully so—slides his palm from down your torso, stopping atop your abdomen and pressing down on the slightly protruding flesh, successfully drawing out the most darling squeal out of your spit-slicked lips, followed by a subtle shudder of your body, "gege—! w-wait..."

the blacksmith pays you no mind as he begins moving again, battering your insides with renewed vigor, thrusting faster and shoving his girth deeper, relishing the sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing with each jerk of his hips. you did beg for him for this, after all—he's just being a good husband and doing what his beloved wife wants him to do!

he gently cups your cheeks, admiring the cockdrunk look you have on your face before he shushes you with a light press of his lips against yours, "sshh, 's okay... cum for me, baobei—be a good girl and cum on my cock, will you?" the teasing lilt in his voice falters into a guttural groan as your walls constrict and gushes around his girth and triggering his orgasm. seeing how hard you're clamping down on him, it's safe to assume that you're trying to milk him dry, knocking the cockiness off his face as he pant on top of you.

once the blacksmith regained his composure, he brings his thumb down, rubbing hearts over your throbbing nub as he stills himself, gazing down at your juices mixed with his milky seed drivelling down your thighs and webbing his pubes. it's a sight awfully lewd and he can't stop the little aww it pulls from his lungs.

(you look your best when he's laid his claim on you.)

"are you alright?" he asks, keeping a close eye on your trembling form before he slather your smaller frame with his warmth, the plane of muscles serving as a shield and a reminder that you're safe with him, that he is here to take care of you.

you nod, dewed lashes fluttering up to meet his, "k-kiss—w'nna kiss, gege, please...?"

and of course he'd comply—when you're asking so politely even in this fucked-out state, colliding his lips with yours to devour the cherry-flavored drool that mingles with his own, eliciting a rather juvenile wish from the old man's heart; to stay this close for as long as forever.

[abyssruler]

TROPES

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

JING YUAN - reincarnation

They say the Arbiter General of the Luofu only takes a lover every few decades, each one doomed to end in the tragedy that befalls that of a love between a short-life species and a long-life one. It’s widely speculated why the famed general chooses to continue taking short-life species for lovers, knowing the ending that would come about such a union. Jing Yuan cares not for idle gossip, save for the fact that people spread misinformation about him taking multiple lovers, but he can hardly tell everyone that he has only had one lover throughout his centuries of life. It’s just that you always happen to die far too soon for his liking. He fears sometimes, during those first few years after your death, that you’ll never come back, that one day he’ll wake up and realize that hundreds of years have passed without you. But you never fail to appear decades later with a smile on your lips and an apology on your tongue, soothing years’ worth of worries with a few measly words. Sorry, Yuan, I’ll be sure to live longer this time.

DAN HENG - soulmates

The Imbibitor Lunae was not only tasked to bear the responsibility of being the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, he was also destined for a love that spanned beyond lifetimes. Dan Heng knows of the story between the previous incarnations of you and the Imbibitor Lunae. Reincarnating at the same time, falling in love, and repeating it all over again in a never ending cycle that Dan Heng had been sure to end—that was, until he met you. Jing Yuan told him of your decision to forcefully reincarnate as well after Dan Feng’s crime, so it stands to reason that you shouldn’t feel anything for Dan Heng at all, what with this incarnation of yours having never met him in this lifetime. And yet, you keep looking at him with such softness, something like nostalgia in the tone of your voice as you spoke with him, that he can’t help but feel as though he, like his previous incarnations before him, can do nothing but fall into that never-ending cycle of love and being loved.

BLADE/YINGXING - time travel

Yingxing thinks you’re strange. Not in a bad way, of course, only that your mannerisms and way of conduct when it comes to him and his companions is odd. He’s caught you almost calling Dan Feng the wrong name, Dan He-something. You keep demanding Jing Yuan to spar with you for what you dubbed was a ‘rematch’, though Yingxing has no recollection of any instances of you and Jing Yuan fighting before. But it all pales in comparison to the way you act with him. You’re overly familiar, smiling and talking to him as though you’ve known him for years instead of a single month after he discovered you wounded on an alley with a broken blade. He still remembers the look of relief on your face when he crouched in front of you in concern. Blade, Kafka’s gonna kill me, this is the fiftieth sword I broke this month, was all you said before passing out. Despite the oddity of your first meeting, he found himself getting close to you, drawn in by your smile and your laugh and the tender way you looked at him. He imagined spending what remained of his life with you, but you disappeared a day before he was supposed to confess his feelings. It isn’t until many years later, when Elio is introducing the newest member of the Stellaron Hunters, that Blade connects the dots amidst his fractured memory. And it isn’t until another few years that you confirm his suspicions. Blade, you won’t believe what I just went through—or rather, when!

[k9wa]

𑣲 RENEWAL. ft. DAN (F)HENG

⠀ — it is not he that is familiar to you, nor you to him.

⠀ OR

⠀ — time and reincarnation aren’t enough to ever make you truly forget each other.

⚠︎ angst if you squint, fluff, mild hsr spoilers? thank u to the high cloud quintet for having the most heart breaking lore, i listened to memory by toby fox on repeat while writing this.

dan heng wasn’t sure what to feel when his eyes met yours.

familiarity? no, that’s not possible. he’s never met you.

nostalgia? no, that too was not possible. he cannot name one person who your eyes could possibly remind him of.

…what was it? what was it that had left dan heng unable to will his gaze to move somewhere else? surely the intense eye contact was leaving you uncomfortable, even he was beginning to feel squirmy in his own skin as you stared back at him with an equal intensity.

dan heng can feel something in the deepest pit of his mind, leaking down and adding to the tense knot in his gut. 

yet, the feeling isn’t…unwelcome.

it’s warm. it’s akin to a comforting hand on his shoulder, or a small squeeze to his fingers. he could not, no matter how hard he tried, recall a time such a sensation had left him so utterly speechless. 

“dan heng?”

it’s welt’s voice that finally pulled him out of his trance, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times before he turned his head to look at the older man.

“sorry. what was that?”

dan heng shook his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts of you. what was your name again? yukong had just informed him. not that he was really listening, anyway.

the conversation between his crew and the sky-faring commissions helm master continued on, talk of stellarons and something about the cloud knight’s general. dan heng couldn’t seem to focus despite his efforts.

another voice calls out to him just before he can depart alongside caelus and march, however this time it is not the deep and rough voice of his companion, but one that is much sweeter, and seems to strike a chord somewhere within him.

“dan heng?”

he turns around and is once more met with your eyes. dan heng willed himself to blink and nod before he could be entranced by them once more.

“i apologize, but…”

you trailed off before you were able to get the words out of your mouth, and there you found yourself back in the odd silence the two of you had just broken out of.

“…have we met before?”

you asked, and it finally clicked with dan heng where he had seen only snippets and flashes of you before.

my dreams, he thought. the dreams that haunted him night in and night out, but would occasionally grant him just a glance of a peaceful memory.

“no. we haven’t.”

you’re an amicassador of the sky-fairing commission, one brought on board long after he was banned from the ship that you called home. your meeting at any point before now would have been impossible.

yet, his mind drifts to the occasional memory he has only when deep in slumber.

“yingxing gifted me this.”

he looks down at you, head in his lap as you pull a small jade coin out of your pocket, a fine “永” carefully carved into the surface.

“he has too much time on his hands now that jing yuan is growing.”

your chuckle is soothing to his ears, the sound like a balm applied directly to his soul.

your face is unclear, almost as if his eyes are unfocused. yet your voice is unmistakable.

“i don’t disagree.”

is all he responds, fingers idly pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear as he looks down at you. although he can’t see it, he can feel the grass he and you reside on, smell the pollen off the fresh flowers the breeze blows towards him, can feel the sun on his skin.

“you’re sure?” you question again, voice just as calming as he was sure he’d imagined until now.

“you just—“ you chuckle a bit, almost awkwardly. “—seem so familiar, is all.”

you try to approach the topic subtly, but you truly did know him. from your own dreams, the ones you had that woke you in a cold sweat from just how real and jarring they felt, regardless of whether they were mild or sweet in nature. they conjured such emotion in you.

“baiheng was telling me of reincarnation.”

you muse to him, sitting with one hand on the ground just over his crossed legs, leaving you leaning across him.

“do you believe in such a thing?”

“of course.”

he nods, hand naturally finding it’s place on your waist.

“don’t you?”

“i don’t think so.”

you reach your free hand out to play mindlessly with the silver trim of his robes.

“it’s a nice thought, though.”

dan feng can only hum quietly.

“some day,” he began, drawing your attention back up to his face. “after i reach my end, i’ll come back to find you.”

the small tug of his lips could only be described as a smirk, but it felt softer than that.

“to prove it to you.”

you tilt your head teasingly, brow cocked.

“how will you recognize me?” “I would know you blind.”

he can feel his chest warm as you smile at him.

“i’ll hold you to that.”

“sorry.” dan heng bowed his head lightly. 

“but we haven’t met before.”

he was being truthful, you hadn’t. it was your past lives that you two had been acquainted, had formed a bond so strong that it appeared to have transcended death itself.

dan heng did not wish to have dan feng’s deeds or past haunt him any more than they already do. the urge he felt to sit and talk with you, to perhaps hold your hand or touch your face would surely only lead him down a path he’d apparently gone down centuries ago.

“right.”

you nod at him, bowing yourself.

“sorry to keep you, it was nice to meet you.”

dan heng was released and regrouped with his crew, march and caelus bickering about something or the other and walking ahead of him. he decided to stay a bit further behind with welt.

his decision quickly regretted when welt gave him a knowing look, the lines on the older man’s forehead deepening as his eyebrows pushed together.

“you know them.”

“i know who they used to be. that’s all.”

welt can read the room well enough to know to end the topic there. dan heng had never enjoyed or been keen on talking of dan feng, and being back on the xianzhou alone had already left him with an unusual tension in his shoulders.

even as he walked away, moving up to engage in conversation with the sillier two of the quadrant, dan heng couldn’t shake you from his head. your smile, the way you held yourself as yukong introduced you, the small laugh that he had not expected would weave itself so deeply in his chest.

he kept walking on anyway. dan heng was not him.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[circinuus]

is there still anything that love can do?

old man yingxing x short-lived species!reader. 0.7k words

what it's like loving him.

[unedited, implied age gap, I just need an excuse to write yingxing 🙏 happy holidays everyone!]

yingxing has always been a practical man.

a mortal among immortals. a short-lived among those cursed and blessed by the abundance's long years. time has always loomed over him. too little time, too many to achieve.

“don’t be ridiculous, such things are only distractions, and I am far too old for this kind of sentiments,” he had once said said. and you, you are young, younger than him. another short-lived species you are, he understands the weight of your limited time, too. and he wouldn’t want you to waste it with him, out of everyone.

unfortunately for him, fortunately for him, you have always been a persistent little thing. with sincerity and determination, even metal and stone can be pierced ¹. the qin and se play in harmony. ²

“now, isn’t this nice? your crafts aren’t running anywhere, yingxing.”

in one of luofu’s autumn, warm and convenient enough in its artificial nature, yingxing sighs under a moment of your persuaded repose.

you came in like a silent breeze, placid voice beckoning him for a moment’s rest. and now he is propped on your lap, leaves flying about outside the window of his forge. gentle hands, running through his silvering hair, massaging taut brows and throbbing scalp.

“they are graying, are they not?” he sighs, in contentment and a dread he refuses to understand.

but like always, you peer at him and give him a smile that hides the moon and shame the flowers. ³

“they’re beautiful.”

yingxing forgets the dread of time, for a while.

alas, for man, the courage is only as much.

yingxing is capable and competent. but even he notices how fatigue reaches him sooner as opposed to years past. how metals and forge are rigid, but skin and bones are fragile against time.

at these moments, you force his gaze to you. holding his cheeks, trail gentle kisses to his brow, to the slopes of his fine, aging lines.

“what is my dear thinking about?”

“it is nothing to be worried about.”

your eyes signals a knowing gaze (you’ve always known him like the back of your hand. yingxing never understands, nevertheless). without preceding words, you reach up to return with another, slightly impish kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“you’re beautiful,” a word you always say, now a hair’s breadth against his mouth. “you surely do not think your 'thoughts not to be concerned about' will be enough to take you away from me, a-xing?"

yingxing’s words are raspy against your lips, “you are going to be the death of me.”

“then I will go with you,” your eyes crinkle, “and would never leave you alone.”

strong hand snakes around your waist, pulling you to his warmth. yingxing’s lips are soft against yours.

yingxing forgets the dread of time, ever since.

time passes, and artificial as it is, the weather still follows in suit. so does the luofu, it’s people. but some things repeat history even after he had faced the brunt of time.

yingxing had once again nicked his palm with one of his crafts. and you, still a loyal lover who visits his forge and far too many encounters with his errors.

he keeps silent while you clean his cut and wrap his hand with another batch of clean bandages. “you don’t have to do this.” he says.

a rueful smile, “i know.” then, after a brief, silence, “but you are dear to me. when you are hurt, i am too.”

familiar, gentle fingers trace his palm. his old scars, the callused fingertips and knuckles, the veins that litter his hand. yingxing stays silent, once more. stealing a single breath from the world.

you are far too gentle, too fragile. and he is a rough, old thing. and yet...

“yingxing?”

“i love you.”

he finally finds your eyes, something rueful in his thin smile. before you so much spout another word, yingxing takes over with a cradle to your own hand, presses a kiss to your delicate palm, then presses it beside his cheek, his bigger hand, freshly bandaged, closing yours.

“i love you,” he says again. and yingxing would have spoken something sweet, something eloquent. but yingxing, after these years, is still a simple, practical man.

you smile, the same kind that eclipses the moon.

“i love you too, yingxing.”

he holds you like you are his lifeline. yingxing has regretted a lot of things, but one of his biggest was thoughts of how this— how he thought you were too grand for his short years.

for man, the courage is only as much. but with love, what is not unconquered?

[1] with sincerity and determination, even metal and stone can be pierced

-> 精诚所至，金石为开 = idiom. absolute sincerity can affect even metal and stone - no difficulty is insurmountable if one sets his/her mind on it) [source]

[2] the qin and se play in harmony

-> Qin and se (musical instruments) appear many times in China’s earliest collection of poetry dating from the 11th to 7th centuries BCE, Shijing [Book of Songs], as a symbol of romance and happy marriage. [source]

[3] hiding the moon and shaming the flowers

-> 闭月羞花 = fig. beauty exceeding even that of the natural world. [source] he's down bad for you ok.

[saetiate]

yingxing x reader - first meeting

“You can’t be here, miss.”

He approaches you — a man who’s hair is starting to grow into starshine white. A brilliant weapons forger, from what you’ve heard, despite his unfortunately short-life.

Or fortunately, given the way mara would eat at you otherwise.

“What is this?” You ask, gesturing around you. There are so many broken pieces in the yard — of machinery, blades, hilts.

“A yard of failed projects. Sharp, and dangerous.”

You hum. “I came here, to see the stars. I thought I might be able to see them better from up here.”

He goes to the edge of the yard where you are, and looks up. And sure enough, the stars are clear as day. They sparkle and glow like they’re speaking to the rest of the galaxy.

He had never thought to look up, not until you came along. (Who would’ve known, that this would become the thing he loved about you most. That you always manage to pull him away, get him to look up from his work and at you.)

He stands with you, there. In the kind of silence that holds weight, that you carry home, until the next time you both meet.

(It becomes routine. Until he invites you in one night, and then a whole new, different routine begins.)

[sleepybbie]

FILL ME UP R♡CKSTAR! | KINKTOBER SPECIAL 2024

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ MINORS DNI (18+) ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

—welcome to lily’s special kinktober request event! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

hello, hello! it’s been a while, my beloveds ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ since october is arriving, i thought to myself that why not join along for the upcoming kinktober? ;3 and also, why not make it a little special for both my followers and readers?

today’s theme for my kinktober special, is…rockstar/band au for honkai: star rail male characters!

here are the main courses to fill up!:

mirror sex with…

dumbification with…

degradation with..

cheating with…

jealousy fucking with…

voyeurism with…

pet play/collaring with…

breeding with…

here’s how to participate! ପ(๑•ᴗ���๑)ଓ ♡

• ask in my inbox which kink you’ll pick to fill the blanks! the specific character you want, and the scenario!

• the scenario in my ask must be well-explained and not in a short sentence, unless you want the details to be up to me ! (ex. face sitting with guitarist!blade x reader and then explain your scenario).

• once you send your ask, i will be picking which only one i will choose for the certain scenario ^_^ so good luck!

• the masterlist will be out by sept 30 with the results! so hurry and pick your favorite!

here’s the catch! (rules): ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

• as always, must be 18+ before requesting. ageless blogs and 17 below are BLOCKED <3

• if you chose the prompt ‘cheating,’ only reader will be the one that does so and not the character. reader will also not be cheating on the character (iykwim)

• i only write for female!readers since i don’t know how to write for gn or male (i’m rlly sorry!) T^T

• request in my ask only ! i will not accept from messages or in the comment section T^T

• no first come first serve! i pick depending how i like the scenario you provided <33

• i do not write for arlan, yanqing or misha ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ (i don’t feel comfortable writing for them, it’s illegal lol), nor do i write for npcs like skott ToT (however yingxing and dan feng are exceptions <33)

• male characters only T-T (i still haven’t figured out how to write spice for fem T-T)

rules understood? then good luck and have fun! excited to know your scenarios for this kinktober!

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