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"Little Jing Yuan"
instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this
but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)
the diff tropes for them would be:
blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers
help me pls guys
instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this
but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)
the diff tropes for them would be:
blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers
help me pls guys
instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this
but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)
the diff tropes for them would be:
blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers
help me pls guys
might or might not finish
I just love to draw this man.
I can't stop.
He's just so amazing
just a sweet little one shot because i need my wholesome old men yaoi. please
another yingfeng fic, with the prompt provided by @theresartinlife (thank you :3)
Hear my random shower thoughts out:
Dan Feng x Dragoness!Reader x Yingxing
Like, in my head, they are THE power throuple, absolutely unstoppable. They are all down horrendous for each other, no one feels left out.
Maybe reader is a dragon from another planet/universe that somehow found their way to Xianzhou, and lived there bc they couldnt find their way back. Maybe they are a healer like Dan Feng. Think of Meleanor Draconia from Twisted Wonderland with Kanae Kochou's personality and habit of picking up random children from the streets and taking them under her wing from Demon Slayer, that is reader.
Imagine the hilarity, Yingxing rizzed up not one, but TWO powerful and hot dragons lmao.
Imagine the sexy times too, Yingxing just being used by two sexy dragons 😩 or reader being dicked down by the hottest blacksmith and the sexiest high elder ever.
But on another note, the angst tho. I have multiple possible ways on how reader died:
1.) Reader died in battle while protecting the children they took in/adopted.
2.) Reader (somehow) becomes Mara stricken and Dan Feng is forced to kill her, which explains Blade's thirst for vengeance. Bro might not remember his own name but he can vividly remember Dan Feng using the weapon HE forged to kill their wife.
3.) A combination of both 1 and 2.
And the aftermath will be :
Same as canon HCQ lore, Dan Feng and Yingxing fucked things up and Yingxing becomes Blade and Dan Feng is imprisoned. And many years (centuries) later Dan Heng is exiled and becomes part of the express. Blade is out for Dan H(F)eng's blood.
And as luck would find them, a person who is also part of the express just so happens to resemble their deceased wife....
Oops, this got longer than I thought.
Let me know your thoughts and opinions. Maybe I'll write this...
dear yingxing what do those hands do…
cw. fingering, semi-public sex.
yingxing knows he’s good with his hands. it’s expected of a master craftsman like him — from one who forged some of the greatest weapons the xianzhou have seen in centuries, to piecing together intricate jewellery and designs with equal dexterity.
he’s shrouded in reverence, head filled with the praises of many. few may call him arrogant and proud, but even they cannot deny the truth of the talent held within the palm of his hands, blessed with this heaven sent gift, imbued in the creations he’s ever held the honour of handling.
one could almost mistaken him for some sort of divine god in their fervent admiration, with the essence of creation at his fingertips. the irony, you seem to think — if only they knew where else those fingers have been, the same ones who had put together such relics to banish sin.
truly, you think it’s almost sacrilegious, in the way they’re used now to coax such lewd sounds from you, his name rolling off your tongue like a sinful prayer.
it’s almost enough to bring you to tears, your legs trembling as he drags his fingers in and out of you at such an agonisingly slow pace, one that has your walls desperately clenching around them, wanting for more.
“just look at you,” he croons in your ear, taking in the sight of you spread out before him on a crafting bench, weapon blueprints and unfinished projects scattered around you — yingxing analyses you as if you’re another one of his creations, like you’re the greatest curiosity he’s ever beheld.
he tilts his head to the side, silvery white hair cascading over his bare shoulders as he raises his free hand to stroke your cheek, almost in mock sympathy at your pitiful state. he’s barely done a thing, and you’re already dripping wet, so needy for him that he thinks could make you cum with just the two fingers he has inside you.
“yingxing.. please.” you beg, but he knows exactly what he’s doing, in that he’s memorised every inch of your body, and knows exactly where to touch you, to see you come undone in front of his eyes.
to someone like him, taking something apart and putting it together are one in the same in the process of craftsmanship. humans and scrap metal are no different in that they have weak, sensitive points, and when he curls his finger against that sweet, sweet spot inside you, he’s rewarded with the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a soft moan pushing past your lips.
gods, he’s addicted to it, abusing that same spot over and over as you babble his name incoherently in some form of broken desperation. it’s almost like music to his ears, as if he’s the only person who can make you feel this good, that you’re all his.
because isn’t he just better than everyone else?
no other hands are as skilled as his. it’s what he’s been told his entire life, and that vain, self-satisfied part of him knows it to be true. no one would be able to do what he’s done with such precision, to be able to see the sight of you before him, reduced to a crying mess from just two of his fingers.
he wouldn’t let them try anyway. he’s a selfish man who always has something to prove, the sound of the bell tinkling as footsteps enter his workshop only gives him more incentive, roughly pinching your puffy clit in response, sending another sudden wave of pleasure coursing through you with a shudder.
the noise that escapes you is nothing short of shameful, yourself mortified such a sound could’ve come from you, clapping a hand over your mouth as if to silence yourself, but your arm is swatted aside, met with eyes of piercing sapphire.
he only smirks. “let them hear it. let them know how good it feels.”
you don’t know how he manages to push his fingers even deeper inside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your body arches into his, your nails digging into his back.
but you’re utterly delirious beneath him, his mouth sucking and biting at the sensitive spots across your skin, watching your eyelids flutter and the whimpers that escape you as his fingers work in and out of your dripping hole in tandem.
that small part of you that holds your remaining dignity thinks it’s so incredibly filthy, from the moans that now spill freely from your lips, to the things he whispers in your ear, as he brings you closer to that edge of pain and pleasure, that tightly coiled knot that’s been building up within you straining to snap at any moment.
“come for me.” he seems to say in the clouded haze of your pleasure, as your hips seem to tremble beneath him in response.
and then he’ll have you crumble completely in his arms, knowing he’s the only one that can piece you together, to fill you up again.
"Little Jing Yuan"
𝐘𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ
•Yingxing fucking you so slow after a hard day at the forge, he missed your tight, sweet hole anyway - that arrogant, hungry asf of a man😽😼•
@princesschimchim1325 I saw you wanted Yingxing in the reblog tags 😼✨💖
a/n: gender neutral and steamy as always!💖
P.S Yingxing needs more love, I swear they needa make him a playable character even if it's just a once in a lifetime event, like he literally only had a second of screen time during the quest - hell even the animation😓
He so pretty 😫 Blade rocked both hairstyles LMFAO even if it was his past😓
!!!MDNI!!!
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.
* *ೃ ➷.*ೃ𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦˚* ➷.*ೃ
"Fuck I missed you", he drawled out, his fingers tightening themselves around your wrists from the way his hips slowly rolled into your own, feeling your juices slide down his throbbing shaft as it slipped in and out of your dripping hole.
You tried to free himself from his grasp, needing your urge to release those beautiful white locks of his and feel their softness against your skin - needing to knot your fingers into them.
Your back arched from the way the tip of his cock pressed against your spongy walls. The way you could feel the warmth of some of his precum leak itself into your wet depths as the heaviness of his balls slapped against your ass with each, slow and taunting thrust of his.
"I missed your wetness too", he whispered into your ear with a growing smirk which turned into a grunt before grinding his teeth together from the pleasure - only to use his other hand to stroke the vein on the base of his cock, applying pressure to it.
The pleasure that slithered into his system nearly made him orgasm right then and there. Those piercing, hungry red eyes of his studying the way your muscles tensed and the drool that dribbled down your chin from your parted lips while his thumb teasingly traced his vein, imagining that it was your hot, wet tongue instead.
His fingers then slid over to your hip, digging themselves into your soft flesh, feeling you squirm and begged him to go faster as tears spilled down your flushed cheeks.
Begging him to fuck you as hard.
He chuckled, placing his lips against your sweaty forehead before he pulled away, smirking down at you, "And why should I?" His whisper alone caused your walls to tighten themselves around his cock, feeling every vein and bump along its pulsing shaft and the sensitive head that lightly pressed against your g-spot every few seconds, "...when I have you right where I want you to be. A needy slut begging for an orgasm." His words turned into a growl when he felt your thumbs slide over his nipples before sliding themselves up into his hair, pulling it loose from the pin that kept it nearly tied back.
When your nails scraped against his scalp, his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened their hold on your hips, causing his own to stutter and unexpectedly pivot forward - leaving you both gasping as a cracked whimper spilled from his lips.
"Fuck, you're such a bitch", he rasped out, playfully staring down at you with a huff, "you know exactly what makes me tick." He lowered himself, allowing his mouth to brush itself against your neck, earning a breathless moan from your own, "you want me to go faster?"
"Y-Yingxing-"
He covered your mouth with his hand, bringing his hips to an utter halt before he pressed his forehead against your own, "you want me to fuck you raw until you're nothing but a dumb fuck?" He chuckled, seeing the way your teary eyes widened while he shook his head amused, "Good news for you darling, you know I'll always take care of you, right? Now why don't you be obedient for me and get onto your hands and knees. I want to see your ass shake from how fast I'll fuck you."
His fingers slid down your stomach towards your abdomen as his smile of amusement and adoration for you could only grow.
After all, why would you ever deny him - especially with the way his pupils dilated even more at just the sight of your messy, sweaty state.
Fuck, you're his. And only his.
Even if you don't know it yet.
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
a/n: short and sweet...and steamy 😏✨💖 I hope you enjoyed and reblogs are always welcome!!
Yingxing is from Honkai: Star Rail
All my oneshots are under the tag: ‧͙⁺-ˋˏalmond writesˎˊ˚⁺‧͙
Ps ps ps ps ps, come into my inbox Dan Feng lovers, Yingxing lovers, Blade lovers and Dan Heng lovers. I need to (s)cream, thirst and brainrot about them with someone.
Chat, is it blasphemy to have sex with your spouses at Scalegorge Waterscape? Asking for a friend
HELLOOO can i req for MORE yingxing x dan feng x reader :DD fluff plss thank you!!! :3 have a great day~
Ooh yes, throuple fluff coming right up! These are headcanons, hope u don't mind :>
Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome!
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XingYue x Y/n Hcs
Dan Feng may not look like it but he is a doting husband. He often showers Yingxing and reader in gifts and when they are alone, showers them in affection.
Yingxing has crafted matching jewelry for the three of them. That includes rings, hairpins, earrings, bracelets, necklaces and broaches. It fills him with joy and pride when he sees his two beloved spouses wearing something he crafted with his own two, very talented hands.
Reader often brings lunch for her very overworked husbands. She knows that whenever they were buried in work, they have the tendency to forget to take care of themselves.
Depending on the weather, their sleeping arrangement vary. Whenever it was cold, Yingxing would be in the middle, being used as a living and breathing heat blanket. He's not complaining though, not when his two beloveds are cuddled up to his sides, seeking his warmth. When it was hot, Dan Feng would be in the middle, his tail out to help cool all three of them. His arms may get numb and start to sleep but that was a small sacrifice to him, just so his beloveds may sleep comfortably. Reader is often only in the middle when the weather is not too hot or too cold, cuddling with her husbands when they're napping or in desperate need of rest.
Dan Feng and Yingxing were already together for 5 years when reader came to the picture, having just gotten engaged. When they realized they had feelings for her, they courted her. After 3 years of the three of them dating, they got married in a traditional Xianzhou wedding.
Yingxing is the best dancer of the three of them and enjoys slowdancing with both of his spouses. One of his favorite things is when he suddenly dips them and gives them a kiss. Their house often filled with laughs and giggles in the days where they dance. He likes teaching both of them and sneaking a few kisses every now and then. When either Dan Feng or reader dances with Yingxing, the one who isn't dancing would either giggle and clap or pout (not really upset, just teasing)
Dan Feng can sing, his voice very soothing, much like the calming sound of waves. The only people who have this knowledge are his spouses as he often sings when the 3 of them are alone, when they're on a date or a picnic. Sometimes reader sings with him, sometimes Yingxing joins. But they often just listen to him, the peaceful environment and their husband's deep and smooth voice lull them to sleep. As Dan Feng sings, reader is leaning against him, her head on his shoulder, while Yingxing lays on her lap, her hands playing with his long hair.
Whenever they leave for work, they will kiss each other and say they'll come back later. Not a single one of them ever say goodbye, as a promise to always come back home, to each other, just as they vowed on their wedding day.
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mini version and critters
That last forgotten memories