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tw. MINORS DNI, afab/fem reader, just... filth 🤠 but ends with fluff tho, unprotected sex, needy jing yuan with his morning wood but even needier y/n hehe, creampie, soft jingyuan <33, not the first time for y/n n jingyuan, potential grammar errors
notes. i'm supposed to be doing assignments rn but this thought has been STUCK in my head for days n i ust gotta get it out
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I wager that Jing Yuan likes his mornings slow and peaceful, not loud and rushed. He enjoys taking his sweet time in getting ready no matter the time he wakes up at, and this proves to be true when you hear his hoarse whisper by your ear and the kisses he leaves by your neck, trailing from your ear to your shoulders.
Soft and sweet whispers exchanged in the dark of your room, it's barely 5 and you could feel the cold air brush across your entrance, leaving you to cling onto your pillows at the coldness while a leg remains clinging around the man's leg.
He moves the tip of his member slowly along the lines of your fold, quietly enjoying the sound of the wetness of it before slowly pushing himself into you. The sudden fullness leaves the both of you breathless, heaving as the general gently slides further into you, a hand grabbing your ass to spread you wider from the back.
His movements were slow and steady, each drag of his cock around your walls leaves you wanting more and more. With each slide he does, his hands start to roam around across your body, travelling from your waist to your hips and to your perked mounds. He groans each time you pulse around him, sucking and letting him go again and again. God it felt so good, it felt amazing to finally calm his morning ache. And perhaps he hopes that you'll feel good now that he places his fingers on your swollen bud, rubbing circles while he continues his long and slow strokes.
"Jing- Jing Yuan!" He scoffs at your gasp, finding your moans fueling his arousal again. You were close, and he knew, yet by the time you start to clench tighter around his thick length, he pauses, pulling his finger away to have them be buried in your warm mouth.
"Taste yourself." The general heaves out, himself twitching at the feel of your tongue swirling around his digits. "So needy, wanting more of my cock even in the morning."
"Says the one who's even needier than me, isn't that right- hmp! Mr. General?"
He chuckles. "Don't worry, after this, I'll give you more of me tonight, hm?" A smile plays on your lips as he pushes himself in further, deeper, before pulling out, then slamming into you. "Ugh- What do you say?" A yelp echoes into the dark of your room as he does it again. You nod pathetically as he begin moving your bodies, resulting in you now being higher. This time, Jing Yuan's gotten you laid above him, your naked body exposed to the cool air in your room.
"Oh... baby, 's so good- so cold." Your moans mixes in with his groans while you grind yourself on him, his hands moving around over your body to leave you more sensitive, more needy just like him. His member swirling and swirling around inside of your pussy leaves you wanting more, and it leaves you falling short of breath even more-
"Ah!"
Both of you exclaimed when his cock pops out of you, the sudden emptiness leaves you whining while he hisses as his length was now exposed to the cool air, now that your warmth no longer surrounds his cock anymore.
"Come."
He quietly commands, and now the two of you are laid by your sides, the position was the same as before, except that now the two of you are facing each other. You pull your leg over his hip as he lines himself against your core, his hands now rest themselves on your hips before pulling you in. Sighs and moans fall out from the two of you, as his movement stays all the same, slow, just to drag himself along the linings of your tight walls.
The more Jing Yuan slides himself in and out of you, you find yourself clinging on to him by his shoulders, your lips making their way to his panting ones, molding together from time to time. Soon, the focus wasn't even on your kiss and how you whine when he swirls his tongue around with yours. The knot in his stomach grew and he doesn't hesitate to speed up his thrusts, now slamming himself into you at a much quickened pace.
"Y/n," he groans, pursing his lips as he feels you swallowing him harder, tighter. The sound of skin slapping grows louder and louder, mixing into the entire room along with your moans and pants. "Think I'm- gonna come. Gonna fill you up, yeah? Gonna make you so full of my cum."
"Hm! Fill me up, okay? Fill me so full baby, make me feel so, so full!" You cried out into his neck, feeling yourself bounce at each thrust he gave into you. Jing Yuan pecks your cheek before pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your head and waist as his thrusts were now becoming frantic and short, leaving little to no time for you to register each pump. All he felt was just how good you're clenching around him, how warm and tight you're sucking him in.
"Oh yeah... baby- more, more!" Your whines only tip him too close to the edge, until he gives one more thrust-
Your bodies come to a sudden, calm stop, only leaving the sound of soft "ah"s and "oh"s hanging in the air as he feels himself twitching inside of you, pumping out loads and loads of his seed into your hole as he thrusts into you once, then twice more.
Carefully, he rests you on your back while you watched as his body towers over you, your body twitching in response to each pump of his load that's still shooting out. He pulls out, eliciting sighs from the two of you before he hovers down, wrapping his arms around you in attempt to hug. Jing Yuan breathes in the scent of your hair, relaxing into the way your hand plays his long white locks. "Good morning. I love you."
Rolling your eyes, you huff out at the feel of his seed dripping out of you. "I love you too, honey. Y'know you could at least wish me good morning before we do it right?"
"... Maaaaaaybe!"
"Huh??"
He laughs on top of you, causing bubbles of laughter to erupt from you at his silliness. You're unsure of what to do with this general, which is one of the reasons why you've married him in the first place.
Once your laughter dies down, you sigh, cradling his face before planting a kiss on his lips. "Go. Go get ready, I'll join you later once I've finished boiling the water."
He buries his face further into your neck, planting kisses along your jawline. "No."
"You're gonna be late!"
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I LOVE YOUR MOODBOARDS SOSO MUCH 🤍 they’re absolutely stunning!! uhm,, i’m not sure if you do honkai star rail, but if you do, can i request a jing yuan moodboard? if not, that’s completely fine!! sorry for the bother :’) have a great day!
Dating Jing Yuan <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I’m so sorry it took me this long to get to you!! Hopefully I’ve redeemed myself :’)
JING YUAN CRUSHING ON ONE OF HIS ASSISTANTS !
- he specifically demands you be the assistant who is always at his side, the rest running errands for him in faraway places.
- you’ve a wide spectrum of abilities being such a distinguished individual assisting the general, and one of those many abilities, happens to be a vast knowledge of medical science.
- oh boy does he exploit that a lot.
- jing yuan’s habit of lazing around doesn’t reflect on his combat prowess, he’s very capable. yet, he always manages to return with a few more than minor injuries on his chest.
- those injuries were purposely given the room to be inflicted btw.
- its so that he can enjoy your frantic as you run across the room, gathering rolls of gauze and cotton to patch up the wounds. how delicate you are with him, the way your fingers carefully avoid contact with the scarred skin so as to not cause him pain, oh it makes him melt.
- his gaze softens, he observes with a subconscious smile resting on his face. the pain that was supposed to make him suffer, instead is rewarding him with pleasure.
- when you’re bandaging the wound, unsure of how to wrap it into comfortable straps, he takes your hand ever so gently, and guides you.
- even after you’re done with that, jing yuan insists he hold your hand, despite the fact that it results in his ears turning red not long after, when he starts to feel your knuckles shove into his palm and your fingers shifting to a different repose.
- ‘hah.. i’m really holding their hand.’
- another habit, is his subtle but noticeable staring. when you catch him, he gives you a gentle smile before looking elsewhere, to play it cool yk!
- and did i mention how he demands you always be with him? well, i’m going to say it again, because he doesn’t want to think about you spending time chattering with someone who isn’t him.
- something that constantly bothers him, is that he doesn’t for sure know your relationship status. he concluded he isn’t very close to you on a personal level to have the privileges to ask about your affairs, but he really wishes he was.
- all in all, he’s whipped for you, and always worrying.
Jing Yuan — no man escapes the wrath of his wife
cw: reader referred to as jy's wife, just jing yuan brain rot currently being active
General Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers, someone who will undoubtedly be part of the history books, the ever-famous dozing general....
....finds himself in a pinch for the first time in centuries.
It has nothing to do with the fact that he currently finds himself kneeling with his hands in the air, surrounded by enemies with their weapons pointed at him from all angles. In fact, he even has to stifle a yawn as he looks at his captors, his golden eyes boredly examining each and every one of them.
"The Dozing General: Jing Yuan," the man who seems to be running the show speaks, and Jing Yuan mentally dubs him as Captor #1. "I would have thought it would be much harder to get my hands on you, really. Are the Cloud Knights truly this wea-"
But before Captor #1 could finish his sentence, laced with an incredibly condescending tone, the sound of a certain ringtone, familiar to the General, starts sounding out, reverberating in the small room.
Jing Yuan's eyes widen, his relaxed body suddenly tensing up, his half-closed eyes now blown wide in surprise as he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.
That's the ringtone he has set for his beloved wife.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off..." the General starts, his tone apologetic, "But is there any chance you'd let m-"
Similar to the way Jing Yuan's phone rudely cut off Captor #1's monologue, Captor #2, who happens to be a woman, rudely cuts the general off, approaching him and roughly snatching his phone from his pocket.
The crystal-clear sound of his ringtone can now be heard, and Jing Yuan looks at his captors, observing their next move.
"Who is it?" his first captor speaks as his second captor approaches the man, showing him the phone.
"It's his wife," Captor #2 says, before smirking. "I think we should answer."
The sound of his ringtone suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, and Jing Yuan visibly gulps, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since his capture.
"Love, are you busy?"
In a different scenario, Jing Yuan's heart would have fluttered at the sound of your voice that he loved so much, but at the moment, he can only feel his heart flutter in nervousness and he prays to the aeons that Captor #1 steals the phone from Captor #2 to speak instead.
"Indeed, the General is."
However, it seems that all the aeons are too busy to look after Jing Yuan at the moment as his female captor speaks into the receiver of his phone with a teasing smirk on her face.
"What? Who is this?" your voice rings, now sounding annoyed. "Why do you have my husband's phone?"
"I'm the one currently keeping him busy," his captor responds, and Jing Yuan wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground at the moment.
"It's not what she's making it out to be-"
"Shush, General~"
He doesn't know if she's doing this on purpose—the suggestive tone of her voice makes it seem like she is.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" you speak, now with anger. "Where's my husband?"
"We're currently holdi-"
"JING YUAAAANNN!!!!"
And that was his cue.
The tables were suddenly turned, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuan remains standing. Every captor of his, including Captors 1 and 2, now lay on the cold, hard ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain.
The General jogs over to get his phone, seeing that you were still on the line. Captor #2, at least, had the decency to—or maybe just accidentally—put the phone on mute throughout the whole fight.
"My little sparrow!" Jing Yuan calls out to the phone, and he can almost imagine your arms crossed on your chest and the pout you wear. "It wasn't what she made it out to be, I swear!"
"Hmm, really now?" you respond, obviously not amused. Jing Yuan had half a mind to tease you for being jealous, but he thought against it.
"I'm on my way home. I'll explain everything."
"You better."
"I love-"
Jing Yuan's words were cut off as his wife hangs up the phone, and he can only let out a helpless sigh. A small smile adorns his face as he shakes his head helplessly, fingers dialing Yanqing's phone to take care of the rest.
He's really in a pinch now.
THE GENERAL’S DIARY — POST-LUOFU INCIDENT.
“It is with great sadness and pride that I am writing within this journal once more. With the recent news of Tingyuan’s… Situation, the act of the Stellaron Hunter’s departure, and Dan Feng’s reincarnation standing in the midst of my vicinity… I thought I were to be lost to this stalemate, however, they appeared once more.
We were all collected around the statue, to which the High-Cloud Quintet’s previously habited, but… It truly wasn’t the same. Those memories flashed in my mind like the flood, I couldn’t help but to stand still amongst the angry crashing of the tides in the distance. The Trailblazer had come up to me, wanting to speak to me… Such a calm aura, they had. I had only wished that I could speak to them in a more pleasant manner.
Although, that group of travelling passengers on the Astral Express... I’ve gotten the chance to delve more into the opportunity to know March, Dan heng, Mr. Yang, and… That Trailblazer. Who are they, really? Surely, my interest has piqued now. The younger ones pose a certain type of fond towards them, albeit knowing them less than— My guess, eleven months.
Fuxuan surely would have foresaw this meeting prior to this incident, to which she would alert me… I am not sure why I am so concerned about this. Why am I so keen on getting to know that Trailblazer?
Perhaps, only time can tell.”
- 景元 (Jing Yuan)
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an; small little jingyuan diary footage 🙏🙏🤭
sketchy jing yuan redraw ^_^
me looking at memes instead of writing about the death penalty for debate:
Jing Yuan — no man escapes the wrath of his wife
cw: reader referred to as jy's wife, just jing yuan brain rot currently being active
General Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers, someone who will undoubtedly be part of the history books, the ever-famous dozing general....
....finds himself in a pinch for the first time in centuries.
It has nothing to do with the fact that he currently finds himself kneeling with his hands in the air, surrounded by enemies with their weapons pointed at him from all angles. In fact, he even has to stifle a yawn as he looks at his captors, his golden eyes boredly examining each and every one of them.
"The Dozing General: Jing Yuan," the man who seems to be running the show speaks, and Jing Yuan mentally dubs him as Captor #1. "I would have thought it would be much harder to get my hands on you, really. Are the Cloud Knights truly this wea-"
But before Captor #1 could finish his sentence, laced with an incredibly condescending tone, the sound of a certain ringtone, familiar to the General, starts sounding out, reverberating in the small room.
Jing Yuan's eyes widen, his relaxed body suddenly tensing up, his half-closed eyes now blown wide in surprise as he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.
That's the ringtone he has set for his beloved wife.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off..." the General starts, his tone apologetic, "But is there any chance you'd let m-"
Similar to the way Jing Yuan's phone rudely cut off Captor #1's monologue, Captor #2, who happens to be a woman, rudely cuts the general off, approaching him and roughly snatching his phone from his pocket.
The crystal-clear sound of his ringtone can now be heard, and Jing Yuan looks at his captors, observing their next move.
"Who is it?" his first captor speaks as his second captor approaches the man, showing him the phone.
"It's his wife," Captor #2 says, before smirking. "I think we should answer."
The sound of his ringtone suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, and Jing Yuan visibly gulps, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since his capture.
"Love, are you busy?"
In a different scenario, Jing Yuan's heart would have fluttered at the sound of your voice that he loved so much, but at the moment, he can only feel his heart flutter in nervousness and he prays to the aeons that Captor #1 steals the phone from Captor #2 to speak instead.
"Indeed, the General is."
However, it seems that all the aeons are too busy to look after Jing Yuan at the moment as his female captor speaks into the receiver of his phone with a teasing smirk on her face.
"What? Who is this?" your voice rings, now sounding annoyed. "Why do you have my husband's phone?"
"I'm the one currently keeping him busy," his captor responds, and Jing Yuan wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground at the moment.
"It's not what she's making it out to be-"
"Shush, General~"
He doesn't know if she's doing this on purpose—the suggestive tone of her voice makes it seem like she is.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" you speak, now with anger. "Where's my husband?"
"We're currently holdi-"
"JING YUAAAANNN!!!!"
And that was his cue.
The tables were suddenly turned, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuan remains standing. Every captor of his, including Captors 1 and 2, now lay on the cold, hard ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain.
The General jogs over to get his phone, seeing that you were still on the line. Captor #2, at least, had the decency to—or maybe just accidentally—put the phone on mute throughout the whole fight.
"My little sparrow!" Jing Yuan calls out to the phone, and he can almost imagine your arms crossed on your chest and the pout you wear. "It wasn't what she made it out to be, I swear!"
"Hmm, really now?" you respond, obviously not amused. Jing Yuan had half a mind to tease you for being jealous, but he thought against it.
"I'm on my way home. I'll explain everything."
"You better."
"I love-"
Jing Yuan's words were cut off as his wife hangs up the phone, and he can only let out a helpless sigh. A small smile adorns his face as he shakes his head helplessly, fingers dialing Yanqing's phone to take care of the rest.
He's really in a pinch now.
i was tempted to do something flashy, hehe (ᵔ◡ᵔ)
behind every strong man there is...a strong and overprotective mom 💪
