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Comfort
Content: fluff, the general comforts you and reassures you that all will be okay, he calls you 'dove', old writing from nearly a year ago raahh
A soft touch brushes against the side of your chin before the same hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and Jing Yuan’s large frame leans in to nudge the side of his face against your own. A soft ‘hm’ flies from his throat, a question posed without any words but he knows you hear him, and you understand. His other arm wraps around your lower back only to hold you and pull you closer, giving you all the physical reassurance he could, offering his presence and warmth as a comfort. Your silence only made him worry more, and it affirmed what he was thinking. He nudged his cheek against the side of your head gently once more, a low exhale falling from his nose as he kept running his fingers through your hair. He wouldn't let you be in this alone. He'd never. Jing Yuan slowly inched away, only to have space to plant his lips onto the crown of your head, a small smile growing in his lips as he searched for your distant eyes that seemed to harbor all the weight of the world, all on their own. "Hey now..look at me.." he prompted, one finger sliding under your chin to get you to look up.
"Everything will come at its own time, alright? Stressing over things will only make them worse, and tomorrow won’t come any sooner because of that, so how about you and I relax, hm? Just to forget everything, just for a night.. What do you say? I’ll help you get into this work once you’re better rested” You felt sick of everything, all of it made your head spin and throb and the soft rumble of his voice was like a spoonful of honey, just what you needed.
"My sweet little dove... I'm so sorry to see you going through this.. I wish I could take it all away, change it with a snap of my fingers. I hate to see you so down” He coos, a small frown playing across his lips as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and his other arm pull you closer against his chest.
"However, I need you to remember that you're not alone on this journey. Whoever may come and go in your life is not worth the stress you're putting yourself through. And I'll always be by your side..one form or another.. understand? I’ll always be here, for as long as you want me..”
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Pairing: Jing Yuan x GN!Reader
Content: slight angst, reader is cursed to be a sparrow
What had begun as an endearing little moment between the General and a sparrow had begun to be a routine soon after. Soft little feathers would brush up against his cheek as the little bird passed from one shoulder to the other underneath this thick hair, telling him stories in sweet little chirps, sometimes sad, but most times it sounded like any other sparrow call.
He had begun to miss his lover dearly, and he feared the worst may have struck them. Day in and out he was all ears and eyes for the sights of them, for the smallest of traces that could give way to their status, and silently he prayed to whoever was listening - please, let them live. Sighing, he’d turn to the little ball of fluffed feathers that perched on his shoulder, tilting its head side to side, silently asking him why he stopped giving it the attention it wanted. He gives it a smile, a tired curl of his lips that seems to catch the attention of the bird as it hopped closer to his face.
Being none the wiser, Jing Yuan would extend one finger for the bird to climb onto, bringing it closer to his face once it did and gently, until he could land one quick kiss to the top of its head. It didn’t fly away, but instead pecked his lips in return, causing the General to let out a husky chuckle, droopy golden eyes looking down at the mischievous creature. “Someone is surely feeling energetic this morning, I’m glad one of us is..” he trailed off, and his smile no longer reached his eyes. He was alone in the Seat of Divine Foresight. Not a soul in sight, and even the guards that would usually stand on each side of the door had been ordered to stay out - Jing Yuan couldn’t bear for his men to see him physically droop. He had an image to uphold. But, oh, how he missed them..
As he lowered his hand, the sparrow was prompted to stir the air with its little wings and search for purchase on his shoulder once more, hopeless to comfort him. If only he knew the bird on his shoulder would not live for much longer.. If only he knew the traces of his lover he's so diligently looking for are right under his nose...
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May I request one Jing Yuan for a reader who is burnt out? Mayhaps they are asleep at their desk, snoozing on their papers.
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A/n: here's your food pookie, I hope this can bring you some comfort!
Contents: Jing Yuan x GN reader, fluff, short but sweet
Long lukewarm fingers of air carded over your head and from some faraway place of your mind you can feel them pleasantly stretching and moving down to your nape and shoulders. Flat presses touch upon your shoulders and suddenly you're laying in a field of tall warm grass, the shade of bronze, the sun beating down on your back. The air is pleasant, warm as the solid air that suddenly hugged you and turned you on your back. You mutter something to the air, telling it not to blow too hard, it's disturbing your sleep.
“Not now.. Go away, the sun is too comforting to be.. taken away.. from me” you thought to say, your lips feeling too heavy but you remember scolding the air in some sun-dazed stupor.
Jing Yuan looks down at your sleeping face as you mumble incoherent and incomplete words, chuckling low in his throat as you tell him “away..no..go”. He wishes he could peer into your mind and see what you were seeing. Were you dreaming of him, or maybe your exams? Papers uncounted lay scattered over your desk you so graciously fell asleep on, a half drank cup of coffee sat on the edge of it, and another cup beside it was empty. Jing Yuan wants it to have been the water you drank from it, but knowing you…
A soft exhale falls from his nose and he jostles you closer to his chest, holding you closer and your brows furrow in silent protest of the “wind” disturbing you too much, your hands over your chest as you subconsciously nuzzle into the “sun” too.
Jing Yuan didn’t miss the crumbled pieces of paper falling from the trash bin, nor the countless notes you scribbled down, each paper bearing writing more wobbly than the last, and the last page held a long line right across and a blotch of ink at the end - presumably done when you passed off into slumber. He had been telling you to take a break for what feels like the entire days, messaging you sweet little nothings to remind you that you are cared for, yet all he got was gratitude and an empty promise of “soon”.
He doesn’t know whether to be glad or not for you having passed out on your own, knowing you might have protested further if he had caught you still awake, ready to call you away from that desk you were breaking your back and wrists over.
No matter now, he tells himself shaking his head mildly as he hopes for sleep to hold you for several more hours, throughout the whole night - right there, in his arms, cuddled up underneath the warm sheets, waiting for sun to rise.
Long lukewarm fingers of air carded over your head and from some faraway place of your mind you can feel them pleasantly stretching and moving down to your nape and shoulders. Flat presses touch upon your shoulders and suddenly you're laying in a field of tall warm grass, the shade of bronze, the sun beating down on your back. The air is pleasant, warm as the solid air that suddenly hugged you and turned you on your back. You mutter something to the air, telling it not to blow too hard, it's disturbing your sleep.
“Not now..go away, the sun is too comforting to be hidden” you thought to say, your lips feeling too heavy but you remember scolding the air in some sun-dazed stupor.
Jing Yuan looks down at your sleeping face as you mumble incoherent and incomplete words, chuckling low in his throat as you tell him “away..no..go”. He wishes he could peer into your mind and see what you were seeing. Were you dreaming of him, or maybe your exams? Papers uncounted lay scattered over your desk you so graciously fell asleep on, a half drank cup of coffee sat on the edge of it, and another cup beside it was empty. Jing Yuan wants it to have been the water you drank from it, but knowing you…
A soft exhale falls from his nose and he jostles you closer to his chest, holding you closer and your brows furrow in silent protest of the “wind” disturbing you too much, your hands over your chest as you subconsciously nuzzle into the “sun” too.
Jing Yuan didn’t miss the crumbled pieces of paper falling from the trash bin, nor the countless notes you scribbled down, each paper bearing writing more wobbly than the last, and the last page held a long line right across and a blotch of ink at the end - presumably done when you passed off into slumber. He had been telling you to take a break for what feels like the entire days, messaging you sweet little nothings to remind you that you are cared for, yet all he got was gratitude and an empty promise of “soon”.
He doesn’t know whether to be glad or not for you having passed out on your own, knowing you might have protested further if he had caught you still awake, ready to call you away from that desk you were breaking your back and wrists over.
No matter now, he tells himself shaking his head mildly as he hopes for sleep to hold you for several more hours, throughout the whole night - right there, in his arms, cuddled up underneath the warm sheets, waiting for sun to rise.
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ PETNAMES JING YUAN USES FOR YOU.
fandom. honkai star rail
pairing. jing yuan x gn!reader
content warnings. fluff & nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, soft dom!jing yuan, first part is heavy fluff, second part is flithy, reader has a praise kink, jing yuan loves to spoil you (he's totally whipped), written in lowercase, not edited/proofread
word count. 0.5k
notes. there is just something about fictional characters using petnames,,,
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ beloved mine.
jing yuan always calls you beloved mine when he wants to show you off and let everyone know you belong to him. you’re his beloved, the only one he treasures so much, the only one he loves like this and you’re his. he will utter those words without any shame, a small smirk on his lips while you flush at the attention you receive.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ my love.
calling you his love is often when you’re in a more intimate situation. maybe on a date, maybe in the presence of close friends— jing yuan calls you his love because he wants you to know how much he loves you. he will whisper it close to your ear, pressing a fleeting kiss on your cheek, while you try to tell him to keep it down.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ dear.
only at a later point in your relationship with jing yuan, he started to call you dear. it rolls off his tongue and makes you shudder— just something about this particular petname catches your attention. of course he notices it, and so he starts to use it more and more, always when you’re alone, so he can admire your reaction to it without anyone interrupting.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ darling.
jing yuan calls you darling when you’re flush against him, skin feverish and panting against his mouth. he calls you darling when he praises you, for taking him so well, for being so good for him, for screaming his name.
he will call you darling the moment you tumble in bed with him, lips against your neck, his breath making you shudder in his arms. darling he calls you, for clinging onto him, tears running down your cheeks while he pounds into you, hips in a steady rhythm.
“there you are, darling mine,” he mutters, watching with hooded eyes how your thighs quake around his waist, how your hole tightens around his cock. you moan, breathlessly, and try to blink the sudden tears away. he always makes you cry, with how good he makes you feel, cry and moan when he whispers the sweetest praise in your ears.
“darling,” he whispers, when your eyes flutter close and your head thrown back. “look at me,” he tells you, gently cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away. you slowly open your eyes, mind still blown by the orgasm he just gave you and with bleary eyes, you look up to him. his long gray hair is a mess thanks to your gripping hands and there is a faint blush on his face, his own breathing coming out in pants.
“you’re so good for me,” he murmurs, caging you with his board body, lips so close to yours. you whine at his praise, shudder when his hands teasingly wander over your flushing skin and circle your arms around his neck.
“darling mine,” he calls you, when you’re so needy for him, legs spread and mind heavy with pleasure he oh so readily gives. he calls you his darling, because you’re truly his, in mind, body and heart, love him with everything you can. and he will do everything to return this love, because you are his darling after all.
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