#jiyan x reader

[box-artist]

I love dragons

Badly drawn art strikes once more

[lalexicon]

With all the overwhelming love you have for your husband, some days it feels… lonely. Unbearably so.

The weight of his departure even when dawn has yet to break plants an undeniable ache inside of you.

You know he has duties that need to be fulfilled, knew what he needed most was an understanding partner that let him work unbothered. A partner that didn’t get in the way.

Now, it was midnight. You were awake on the couch, and your lover wasn’t home. You’ve long become used to this, but it hurts all the same. And of course you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

You were breaking apart. It felt like all the memories of the past were all that you had left of him. He wasn’t around for the long days and nights you weathered alone. And you loathed the idea that he one day would not return.

You numbly twirl the wedding band on your finger, vision blurring with tears.

A part of you felt you didn’t deserve him to begin with.

You let these feelings of hurt and pain consume you, until you didn’t even notice when the door opened as you broke out sobbing, utterly broken. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You finally notice him once he’s kneeling down in front of you.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes softly, hesitantly, as if afraid of scaring off a wounded animal, and oh, how long had it been since he actually looked at you like that? Since you’ve heard his voice spoken so tenderly?

He’s here. He’s here and all you can do is cry harder.

“Sweetheart, hey, what’s wrong?” He’s not touching you, giving you space and time to talk to him and it hurts, it hurts because you wish he’d wrap his arms around you, crush you so close and hard to his chest and never let you go. And you want him to be tender, and cradle you gently and whisper softly in your ear and you want to hear his steady heartbeat that tells you he’s okay, and he’s here, and he loves you.

But you can’t voice any of this. Not when you’re bawling. You try to call out his name but your voice just breaks and god, you hated yourself so much. You scrub roughly on your face.

“Baby, stop that.”

Your hands are gently but firmly pried away, and he comes to sit beside you, warm hands cupping your face, forehead resting against yours. This feels so familiar and foreign all at once. It’s been so long.

“Baby, talk t’ me,” he pleads. Your eyes wander over his furrowed brows, his eyes laced with a fierce concern and determination all at once. Determination to help you. To comfort you. To give you the space you need, but not being able to distance himself.

You’re sniffling and trying to stifle your whimpers. You try again, whispering his name against his lips.

“Yes,” he says quietly, “I’m here. You’re okay.” He tucks a strand of hair out of your face, and kisses you. It’s like you’re both kissing for the first time and you’re nervous and uncertain. But he still kisses you, and he pulls away but you whine softly, and he chuckles and obliges when you pull him back in.

You’ve finally calmed down enough to settle into a peaceful silence, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around your waist.

“Ready to tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

You mumble something along the lines of ‘not yet’, but that doesn’t stop you from whispering your next words: please stay.

So he does. And he just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms, and when he carries you back on the bed and kisses your forehead, he spends what feels like hours just staring at you. At your lips, your cheeks, the delicate curve of your nose.

At the bags under your eyes. The dried tears on your face.

It’s after a long, long period of time that he lays beside you, pulling you close and relishing in the soft sigh that escapes you, the way you snuggle closer into his chest.

When morning comes, you awake to an empty bed.

The disappointment crushes you beneath its weight. And then confusion when the scent of food reaches your nose, and the sound of oil sizzling on a pan.

Your heart skips a beat. Hope springs to life inside you, enveloping you in its warm embrace.

Please stay.

Last night replays in your mind, along with the last words you had said to him.

There’s a tall glass of water on the nightstand. You down it in seconds.

Took a deep breath. Stepped out on shaky legs into the kitchen.

There stood your husband, an apron tied low on his waist, his hand stirring eggs on a pan.

For a moment, you just stare at him, because he’s real and he’s here and the house isn’t cold and empty. He’s your husband. He’s yours.

There were many times in the span of your marriage where you felt like things would always be lonely. That this was just what it meant to marry a man like him, with more duties and responsibilities than you could fathom. Moments where you felt hopeless, and anxious, and scared.

Then there would be moments where you’d wake in the middle of the night, or the early, early hours of the morning before he’d be gone. It was in these moments that he’d be right beside you, holding you close as if shielding you from the world.

No matter what, he had always returned to be right by your side.

His eyes meet yours. He smiles.

Warmth fills your heart.

[aventurineswife]

Men (like ratio, caelus, Aventurine, and let's add brant, jiyan and harumasa frm other Fandom XP) lincluding reader in their exercises in a teasing manner (like the kiss for every sit ups, push up or planks or any other exercises)

Like either they're underneath them during the exercise or on top of them, being impressed by their strength (or they've done it so many times already s/o is just reading a book as he does his stuff)

-🍭

One Kiss Per Rep

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Jiyan x Reader, Brant x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Moments, Established Relationship, Soft Moment, Motivational Kisses, Workout Shenanigans, Training as Foreplay, Banter, Humor, Affection as Reward, Whipped Characters, Teasing, Lighthearted, Emotional Support Through Exercise, Playful Intimacy.

Warnings: Mild Innuendo, Physical Contact (Kissing), Suggestive Humor, Intense Affection, Cheeky Banter.

You were lying on the lounge chair in the observatory of your shared ship, reading a thick tome on metaphysical logic. Ratio, however, had long abandoned traditional study this afternoon in favor of what he called a “physical calibration ritual.”

You didn't expect that to involve you lying on the floor with him looming above you, arms extended in a perfect push-up form.

"That was twenty-three," he said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. "And, as promised..."

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You blinked, speechless—again.

"Twenty-four." Push-up. Kiss.

"Veritas—" you started, only to be silenced by another kiss on the twenty-fifth rep.

"I find this method more efficient than chemical stimulants for motivation," he mused.

You sighed, tilting your head. "And what, exactly, am I? A glorified dumbbell?"

"No," he replied with mock seriousness. "You’re a reward system. Perfectly engineered to trigger oxytocin release and reinforce success. Efficient. Elegant. Undeniably enticing."

He paused at push-up thirty, locking eyes with you. "I’d do a hundred more if it meant one more kiss from you."

Despite yourself, you laughed. “You’re lucky I’m too intrigued to walk away.”

"Correction," he said, kissing you again. "I'm lucky you never do."

Aventurine was doing planks.

Not just any planks—one-armed planks on a polished marble floor, his torso gleaming faintly with sweat, and you, stretched languidly across his back like the most luxurious weighted blanket known to man.

"Keep still, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, flashing that signature grin. “You wobble and I fold. And if I collapse, you owe me dinner.”

“Pretty sure this counts as your punishment for bluffing about taking me on a ‘relaxing evening,’” you deadpanned, flipping the page of your book.

“Darling, you sitting on my back while I do core work is the definition of romance. Why else would I be showing off like this?”

You rolled your eyes. “What are we at now?”

“Sixty seconds… and counting.” He grunted, then added in a singsong tone: “Unless you want to make this harder for me.”

“Harder how?”

He smirked. “Slide a little forward.”

You gave a dangerous grin. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But I’m charming, strong, and balancing a whole library on my back. I’d say I’m worth the gamble.”

You shook your head, trying not to smile. “I’m not budging. I like this book.”

“Oh good. I like it when you're on top.”

You dropped your book on his head.

He didn’t even flinch.

The training deck of the Astral Express was quiet—save for the soft thuds of Caelus’s push-ups and your occasional page-turning.

You were seated cross-legged on a bench nearby, book open in your lap. He was on the floor beside you, bare arms flexing with every descent.

At first, you thought he was just working out. Until he shifted.

Now he was doing push-ups directly above you.

With you lying beneath him.

You stared up, stunned as he leaned down and—kiss.

“One,” he whispered, lips brushing yours.

Another push-up. Another kiss.

“Caelus,” you breathed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious,” he replied, grinning between reps. “One push-up, one promise.”

“And what promise is that?”

He lowered again, slower this time. Kiss.

“That I’ll keep choosing you. Every day. Every mission. No matter how heavy things get.”

You reached up, hand resting on his cheek.

“Even when the world’s falling apart?”

Push-up. Kiss.

“Especially then.”

You laughed softly, heart melting as he kept going, counting quietly, his voice like a steady rhythm.

Somewhere around push-up twenty, you stopped him by holding his face in your hands and kissed him.

“One kiss, one promise,” you whispered. “That I’ll never let you carry it all alone.”

He stilled.

Then smiled.

“Deal.”

The deck of the ship swayed beneath your feet, but Brant’s rhythm remained flawless. You were lying flat on your back on the wooden floor, book in hand, while your flamboyant captain (or boyfriend) hovered above you—literally—doing push-ups.

With every dip, he grinned, his face mere inches from yours.

“Thirty-four… Thirty-five… Mwah~” he whispered, punctuating each push-up with a dramatic kiss to your forehead, nose, cheek—once even the tip of your ear, which had you flinching and nearly dropping your book.

You didn’t react much at first, pretending to be deeply invested in the page before you, but your smile betrayed you.

“You know,” you murmured, without looking up, “some people train without turning it into a stage performance.”

“Darling,” Brant purred, pausing at the peak of another push-up, “every heartbeat is a drumroll. Every drop of sweat, a crescendo. And every time I kiss you like this—” he dipped again, planting another kiss, this time on your lips, “—the audience goes wild.”

You laughed softly, cheeks warm.

“I think the ‘audience’ went home hours ago.”

“Then all the better,” he said with a wink, dropping to his elbows beside you. “This scene’s exclusive. One night only. No understudies allowed.”

Jiyan didn’t believe in unnecessary distractions—except, apparently, when it came to you.

You sat cross-legged with a cup of tea, quietly watching as he performed sit-ups with mechanical precision. Every time he came up, he stopped just short of your face, eyes steady on yours.

And every time, you offered a quick kiss.

“Fifty-eight…”

Kiss.

“Fifty-nine…”

Kiss.

“Sixty…”

You paused. “Aren’t you getting tired?”

“No.”

His tone was calm, almost too calm. You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re only doing this so I’ll keep kissing you, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer immediately—just came up for another rep, forehead nearly touching yours. You sighed, leaned in, and kissed him again.

“I knew it.”

“Incorrect,” he replied with that ever-serious expression. “I’m building endurance. You’re simply… an efficient motivator.”

Despite yourself, you smiled.

“You’re impossible.”

“Then keep testing my limits.” He smirked—yes, smirked—before resuming his sit-ups.

You were lying across the couch, engrossed in a paperback, while Harumasa planked directly above you.

Not beside you. Not in front of you.

Above you.

You are gonna use his back as a headrest laterwards.

“Still alive?” you asked without glancing up from your book.

“Wouldn’t die doing this,” he muttered, holding perfectly still, only the occasional twitch of his arms betraying any effort. “Not when I’ve got the world’s comfiest couch under me.”

“That ‘couch’ has opinions.”

“Shhh. Pillows don’t talk.”

You snorted, nudging his ribs lightly with your elbow. “You’ve been at it for five minutes. Impressive. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into a puddle yet.”

“I would,” he said, face dangerously close to yours as he shifted an inch lower, “but I figured the reward was worth it.”

“Reward?”

He tilted his head until your lips were almost touching. “A kiss per minute, wasn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not how this works.”

“Then I’m quitting.”

You laughed, catching him in a kiss before he could collapse. “Fine. You get one. For being a surprisingly stubborn slacker.”

He grinned lazily, resting his cheek against your forehead. “Best workout of my life.”

[shujichii]

he was used to getting you flowers.

be it a bouquet of your favorite flower, a delicate blossom tucked into your hair with reverence, a pink camelia in your favorite vase whenever you got sick— or a forget me not awaiting you on your shared bedside table whenever you needed some time to yourself, as if to say, take your time. i love you and i'm not going anywhere.

he may or may not have ended up investing in flower language solely for you. it was another way of expressing his love for you in that quiet, tender way— yet no less devoted.

but never in a million years had he imagined that he'd be standing before you after returning home—his beloved wife—one day, presenting a single flower to him after a sweet greeting, the petals adorning his favorite shade, all while looking up at him with a playful smile but affectionate gaze—the soft light of the living room adding a gentle glow to your features.

for a moment he was… stunned. unmoving— struggling to find the right words.

“for… me?” he asked at last, voice quieter than he intended for it to be.

you clutched the flower to your chest, mock-hurt. “what, don't tell me you don't like it? that's a shame..”

he exhaled in what could've almost been a chuckle, the corners of his lips unmistakably twitching.

“...but why? you didn't have to.”

you shook your head in disapproval. “don't be silly, baby. guys deserve flowers every once in a while, too, y’know.” you grinned up at him, taking his hand in your own before placing the flower on his palm, gently closing his fingers around it with your own. “it's yours now.”

he stared at you for a moment before his gaze dropped down to your hand clasped around his, the flower resting in between.

perhaps he shouldn't have been this surprised over receiving a flower. it wasn't a concept he'd ever thought of applying to himself, and yet here you were, giving him a flower like it was the most natural and obvious thing to do.

“that thought never crossed my mind, but.. thank you, love.”

he took the hand you were holding his with and lifted it to his lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. you laughed softly, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek in return before ushering him inside for dinner, all while the flower stayed in his grasp. gentle and reverent.

it was light in weight, yet heavy in its meaning.

he'd placed the flower in a vase on top of his desk, serving as a constant reminder of you whenever he was working. he'd find himself spacing off while staring at it, his lips subconsciously curving into a soft smile when he recalled the ghost of your warmth lingering on his skin from the night you placed the flower in his palm. it continued—until he noticed that it was starting to wilt.

and he simply couldn't let that happen. not when you were the one who gave it to him.

so one night, when you'd already gone to bed, he found himself carefully pressing the petals to his journal— where your reminder would lie within, safely tucked away with care.

and you had no clue about it until one day, you saw a petal peeking out from his journal while he was writing down on it with those familiar, elegant strokes.

“wait… is that—”

his movements stilled.

he didn't say anything.

just cleared his throat, lowered his head just a bit more and continued writing all while the tips of his ears turned a delightful shade of red.

because what could he say?

yes, he did keep it. because anything from you was meant to be treasured.

♡ zayne, sylus, xavier, nanami kento, geto suguru, diluc, neuvillette, wriothesley, calcharo, jiyan, uchiha itachi, hyuga neji, ishida ryuken, kuchiki byakuya, jugram haschwalth, ishida uryuu, tomioka giyuu, tsugikuni yoriichi, lucifer, barbatos, your favorite.

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Learning process

» sub!bottom!Jiyan x dom!top!amab!reader

» Wuthering Waves

» 988 words

» established relasionship, virgin/unexperienced!Jiyan, implied first time, loving sex, horny and embarrased Jiyan, fingering, jerking off

Jiyan, as the General of Midnight Rangers is always ready for battle, he has grown to be always ready, how to adapt in battle and give everything to be able to protect Jinzhou, being in a relasionship has been the least of his worries up until now and that is why he has been struggling since the moment you two started your relasionship. It isn't that he doesn't want it, he simply struggles because he doesn't know what to do or when

Part of him wants to simply let things happen naturally, but there is also part of him that wants to take the lead, to be able to make you happy by taking the first step of what is about to come, as a General he always should know what to do and that is exactly why he finds himself feelings so embarrased to ask you for help to try to underestand, leading him to take the patrols to clear his mind more often, to even give up and try to ask for advice with some of his comrades (confusing them a bit since he still doesn't want to admit all his worries and insecurities), to awkwardly attempt to step closer and hold your hand whenever you two spend time together, to look away with a blush when he feels like he has been staring for too long, to still get surprised when you go forward and hold him or even give him a few small pecks

It is quite adorable how he is trying his best while still feeling awkward and out of place, even when you try to smooth his worries and take the lead, to get him throught the process, even if you are willing to teach him what to do Jiyan still needs to take a moment to process the fact that it is alright, after all as a general he can't take the luxury of relay on someone else when he is the leader, being that the same reason why Jiyan starts to even wonder if it is truly alright for him to relay so much in your guidence, to let you do most of the job, he feels so spoiled when you take the lead, when you hold his hands and with a smile you guide him and teach him, when you give him small hints of how it is alright for him to step forward

And when the moment of taking the step to the intimacy came Jiyan was really surprised by the fact that you were willing to take the lead, to make him feel good, and heavens you did made him feel good. Again, this kind of experiences were the least of his worries, he never took the time to attend himself sexualy since he didn't seem it as something important and having you handling him so gently and loving it makes him awfully sensitive, just feeling your hands over his naked skin makes him gasp, when you attend him and focus on his pleasure first, on prep him it feels forbidden, wrong even, godness, it is really alright that he recives so much attention when you are the one left unattended?

You will end up having to go further, to take those worried from his mind and replace them with pleasure, but he is surprisingly a stubborn one, it isn't until a while of focusing on him, when his faced with the unknown feeling of his cock throbing and neglected of attention while it is his hole the one being loved, when barely just having your fingers inside is leaving him whimpering softly, not knowing that something like this could feel so weirdly good, leaving him confused and with an unclear feeling of wanting more, no, needing more

Jiyan has never experienced anything like this and yet he does his best, he gather all the willpower he can to stop his body from shaking too much, to keep his moans in check and to take your cock nicely, to get used to the feeling quick, wanting to don't stop you now that you are finally thinking on yourself too despite the fact that you are willing to wait until he gets used to the feeling completely, even after you start moving and it becomes overwhelming Jiyan still tries to be strong, to endurece as much as he can despite the fact that he cums a bit too quick and his moans had become imposible to contain long ago, even when he can't stop himself from squirming and feel on the edge of overestimulation for being the first time and yet there is part of him that is repeating himself over and over again that he can handle it, he can take more if that is what you want

The way you have loved him so gently, that you took care of him after, that you thought of him all the time has lead him an uneasy feeling, has left him feeling loved and like he has been spoiled rotten but also with the feeling that he should pay the favor, leading him to mistake his own arouse and desire by the wish of wanting to pay, to use that as excuse when he starts to take his free time to touch himself, to explore his own arouse to not only be able to handle it more but also to find out a way to also make you feel good, excusing the fact that he has become so reckless with his love, taking more time that he would like thinking about you while touching himself, jerking himself off and holding it as much as he can, fingering himself and trying to reach as deep as you cock did, trying to be ready for the next time so he can handle it more, so he can last longer and make you feel as loved as you made him feel

[starrydragoness]

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors do no interact

Your dragon lover going into heat unexpectedly results in your on your back, pressed deeply into the mattress as your lover pounds into you from above. His clawed fingers hold the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs higher up to uour chest until he has you so spread out and vulnerable, forcing pretty mewls and cries from your kiss bruised lips. By the third round you're already so fucked out and sensitive, choked and broken cries soft like honey in his ears, tempting him to swallow you whole. And perhaps it will. But for now, for a short while, he'll collapse on top of you, his throat rumbling with a purr as he nuzzles and licks and kisses up your neck, soothing your raging heartbeat. His cock remains plugged within you, keeping all his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Characters: ZHONGLI, Neuvillette, Jiyan + any of your faves that fit here.

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[kamelika]

tw

(modern au)

You and your beautiful smile.

Much, much more beautiful than any other persons' he knows of. Just when he believed his day had reached its pinnacle upon catching a glimpse of you, your radiant smile effortlessly shattered that notion, revealing an even greater joy.

Its vivid warmth easily rivaled the bright, beaming sun's, yet the solace it brought to him was equal to the tranquility of the moon. Each time your lips lifted up into even the smallest hint of a grin, he wanted nothing more than to lean into it and capture your lips in his.

He wondered how such a valuable sight emerged from such trivial gestures, but he wasn't complaining. You smiled when he gifted you something, when he took you somewhere, when he sat next to you, when he conversed to you - everything.

And yet, he is clueless on why - no, how - you were still smiling in this situation. Wrapped in his embrace, a dark hue of crimson red gushed from your chest, cascading down to pool on the ground below you two, staining his clothes in the process. The air was thick with debris and anguished cries, intertwining in a haunting symphony that seemed to mock the fragile moment between you two.

And yet, you still smiled.

Unfortunately, the warmth of it had been washed away by the events that had occured, and... By his tears that fell on your face. Or was it your tears that rolled down your cheeks? Maybe both of yours.

Nevertheless, he gently cradled your body that whose life was fading.

It began from your limbs, they slowly grew cold, reminding him of a winter that he had spent with you previously. Only difference now is that, the joy he felt from before was replaced with heavy, profound despair. Then it reached your eyes, their shine slowly dulled until it was completely extinguished. Those orbs that gazed at him with adoration. With hope. With love. Until finally...

Your smile finally lost its ardor.

It was still there, yet... it also wasn't. He could've, should've prevented this. But he failed. And the price he had to pay?

You and your beautiful smile.

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a/n: i was feeling sad and therefore and i decided im bringing everyone down with me. laughs hysterically

[justblades]

❝ THE GENERALS' COCKSLEEVE ! ❞

ᝰ. JIYAN x afab! reader x GESHU LIN

๋ᝰ. IN WHICH geshu lin tries to heal your hurt heart as you thought it was a one sided love with jiyan

ᝰ. SMUT, 18+ ONLY. double vaginal penetration, threesome, possessive! geshu lin, WC: 4.2k

a confidential expedition was sought in order to study the occurrences in the battle beneath the crescent. as there was no concrete evidence that recounts the whole of what transpired way back then, it was then decided the magistrate to take precautionary steps to delve deeper into the event.

as soon as the decision has been made, jiyan reaches out for you to talk in private. a secluded room freed from disturbances and lurking ears, a solemn look dances in his golden gaze. "the magistrate ordered for us to study the geographic location when the first retroact rain befell." he states as he shuffles the letter back to the envelope that he received from jinhsi.

a wax seal of ivory color engrained with the sentinel jué's design adorns the surface, jiyan's fingers trail the edges. you purse your lips tightly, reluctance slightly rising from your façade of composure. a tale as old as time, the jinzhou residents knew very well the story of the battle of the crescent.

what dawns in your perturbed mind was the former general behind it, the one deemed as the hero, the savior of all eventually leads the lives of the many to meaningless sacrifices. just the mere stories of those who witnessed general geshu's might would suffice to reinforce the thought on anyone that he was strong, mighty, that those onyx flames of his seared and tore through his countless enemies.

you're just as curious as the person next door. being jiyan's one of the few trusted rangers, you nodded, giving consent to the mission. the two of you will then embark on the journey once the sun rays peek through the bed of stars and the darkness.

it will pass . . . and so, the daybreak arises.

coming vis-à-vis with the general upon the agreed time to meet, the two of you swiftly weave through the vast forest, eliminating any possible tacet discord that might hinder your exploration progress with swift and haste. "we're nearing the norfall barrens now, be careful." jiyan reminds you as he treads forward, the broadblade hoisted at hand to prepare for any case of danger to come.

"yes, general." you reply as you manage to scan your surroundings carefully. as the ground beneath your feet starts to feel different the farther you walked and the olden structures welcome your vision with a faint light, the general looks back at you to confirm his observation. nodding in agreement, a sharp, gelid wind blows within, jiyan's teal locks ripple along the muted breeze.

"the magistrate ordered for us to not stay here for too long, as there's a possibility we might encounter larger waves of tacet discords." he pauses for a short while. "however, if we do not split up and make haste, we might lose the frequencies left behind the battle that might lead to  potential clues. given that we're both resonators, we're capable of diluting the echoes residing within the field."

he stops in his tracks, explaining the pros and cons of the decision to take. naturally, he's gearing towards the advice of jinhsi, as it is true that staying longer in this place will expose the two of you in greater danger. but a part of him doesn't want to split up from you, worrying he'll lose a trustworthy, competent figure in the midst of this expedition.

having known the general for quite some time, you've come to understand patches of his personality as if it were the back of your hand. you'd notice in the slightest change of his facial expressions, even more so in his tone lacing his words. no matter how miniscule the shift is, you'll always be able to know. "fret not, general. i assume you know me well as i know you." you simply state, flashing a small reassuring smile to subside the doubt gnawing at his bones.

jiyan nods slightly in exchange. "understood. i'll contact you via your terminal once i'm finished with exploring the half of the land and you'll do the same with yours. if you come into trouble, just ring me up, i'll come to your aid quickly." you reach for the gourd behind you, double checking if its functions are working in pristine condition.

after enough preparation, the two of you then separated ways with no goal other than to stay alive, rush to the aid of your companion in any hint of trouble and lastly, to pick up clues that draw back to the event. you make your way to the west of the norfall barrens, focusing on your senses to ensure that the exploration would go smoothly.

darkness envelops the whole land, dark embers of faded crimson continually drift from one place to another. among the lingering eerie noises resonating in the field, a distinct voice surfaces - "so it is you."

goosebumps ride on your skin as you prepare into stance and hoist your weapon, eyebrows furrowed as sobriety exudes from your body. when all of a sudden, a towering presence appears behind your back, and as you take a swift turn to face your supposedly opponent and strike them down in a single swing, black and indigo violet flames set the barren lands ablaze, kindling with the littlest movements from the broadblade the person does.

you take a step back, a suffocating heat engulfs everything, the oxygen left in your lungs thinning. struggling to catch your breath, you ball your fists and cough repetitively - the scale of this power is far too destructive.

"still holding out? impressive. no wonder he picked you."

once you finally manage to stabilize your breathing, you enhance your physical body with your forte, bracing impact once the person finally engages with you head on. within a blink of an eye, strands of long, grayish white hair comes to sight, and a pair of honey golden eyes lock gazes with yours.

he closes in with immense speed as the two of you exchange blows left and right. the male grits his teeth as the corner of his lips twitch upwards, "commend yourself for being able to withstand a fraction of my flames."

a gut feeling kicks in, that the danger you were watching out for - was finally settling. you instantly reach for the gourd as an attempt to reach jiyan on the other end, but no avail, the mysterious figure was faster than you. he approaches from above, swinging once more, clashing with your sword as his broadblade defeats yours. he successfully unarms you and manages to immobilize you with makeshift of bindings to keep you still. your back crashes flat on the dry land, a sharp pang of pain striking on your torso.

met with utter loss, he draws closer to you. he reaches his bandaged hand to your face, "could it be . . ." and your consciousness gradually fades away. "general geshu lin?"

rousing from a shortlived slumber, you jolt awake as your eyes peel open, your movements feel minimized. you examine the surroundings, and then yourself - a special restraint encages the both of your wrists together, seemingly one that is made of advanced technology especially catered to confine resonators. you knew from one look that it'd be useless to try and break free and you no longer bothered trying. instead, you opted for any possible methods to escape.

"general jiyan would not be able to come to your aid today, unfortunately." there it was again, the hoarse voice that resounds to your ears like a nightmare fuel. you flinch as you see him within your line of vision once more, confusion washes over yourself, at a loss for words in response to what he said.

"general, why?" was all you could verbalize amidst the worry pulling back your tongue. you bite your lip and could not help but think about jiyan, who put faith in your capabilities only for you to end up like this. "you're asking the wrong question." he says and kneels lower to your level, driving you to a corner as birch walls meet your back.

it was a small cabin from no one knows where that he resided in, necessary supplies and equipment arranged in a chronological manner displayed on the shelves. a dim light illuminated the vicinity, it flickers in opposition to geshu's strong gaze. "i know you have an unrequited love for the general - but you know as much as any midnight ranger that love is not a priority in jiyan's life."

his words struck like sharp lightning aiming to your heart, crushing it whole into smithereens of pain as your world flips upside down. questions come whirring in your mind, such as: why does he know? how does he know? what benefit does this fact bring to him?

unfortunately, his claim was true. being by the general's side for several years, you've seen him be vulnerable, reliable, and resolute regarding whatever trouble may come in his way. his bravery to withstand the lurking unknown sparked your faded flame inside your heart. jiyan became the beacon of light in your muddled world, as the two of you brave through the obstacles with joint forces, in every long night.

the sorrow he faced that you shared with him - it was halved. the joys he witnessed that you shared with him - it was doubled.

"come, be my companion instead. let us eliminate together the darkness at bay." geshu proposes and inches closer to you, his masculine features coming into full view. this time, you could see him better this time, only now noticing details you haven't before. a small mark adorns his face under his left eye and a diagonal scar carves his sultry lips.

he looks at you solemnly, you could feel the proximity between the two of you increase, until he finally presses his lips onto yours gently. shock courses in your veins - the general's tongue makes way inside your mouth, lapping your taste as it twirls with yours, performing a tantalizing rhythm to which mewls were elicited from the drowning pleasure.

you try to retort in opposition to his actions, but your protest was silenced as his right arm snakes its way up to your torso, tearing the fabric of your clothing with little effort. he nestles your nipple within the warm palm of his hand, his calloused fingertips fiddle on the very hard bud.

after making a concoction of your salivas mixed together, geshu breaks the kiss, leaving a trail that connects your lips to his.  "i-i can't abandon general jiyan from a petty reason. i did not uphold my duty all this time just so my feelings were to be reciprocated."

his aureate irises fixate on your features, "and you're loyal too. sorry, but i won't be as gentle as jiyan is to you." geshu crashes his lips on yours once more, this time, a burning carnal desire exudes from his aura, hands now exploring your body, removing the remaining worn out clothing as your tits spring free, nipples erect as glacial winds caress your skin. "so? have you two engaged in such an encounter before?" he manages to query in between heated kisses.

a muffled "no" reverberates and geshu immediately understands. a smirk creeps up to his face and pulls away, an idea slipping into his mind as he now buries his face in the crook of your neck. he asserts dominance as the general flicks his tongue all over the shell of your ear, proceeding to give the whole part slow, sloppy licks, as well as biting on the lobe to determine which you'd like more.

as if you were melting, you felt like putty in his touches as he continues to toy with your breasts. he savors your skin down to the sweet spot on your neck, putting pressure once he sucks on the part, leaving lust filled bruises. taking turns from licking, biting, and sucking, he finally gets his fill as his erection grows bigger and harder to restrain within.

a thought crosses your mind as his bulge brushes on your clothed region, maybe it isn't that bad, accepting general geshu lin's proposal, that is.

geshu shifts positions, he lays on his back as he makes you straddle his pelvis. "cat bit your tongue? i suppose i have to let your body do the talking from here on." heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassment dawning as you, ironically, grind your lower region against his bulge, creating friction to ease the lust brewing in your lower stomach.

the confinements of the both of your clothing felt impeding to the satisfaction the both of you are chasing. no longer spending time to be rational, you let your emotions guide your next course of action - you strip down his black pants alongside his undergarment, revealing his girthy cock itching for action.

it was adorned by the most prominent blueish veins, it continually twitches, as well as very warm in contrariety to the chilly, tranquil atmosphere encompassing the two of you. you gather spit from the back of your cheeks, redirecting it past your lips, creating leeway for it to trickle down geshu's throbbing dick.

with heavy lidded eyes and blind guess if the accuracy was right, your drool drips down from the head of his cock down to the shaft, cloudy hues gracing it. you slowly wrap your hands around his length, carelessly curling your fingers as you stroke it up and down, starting slowly yet sloppily.

geshu's body tenses from the foreign sensation, his legs trembling and arms jerking. he shuts his eyes, indulging in the feeling as you continue pumping him, granting you low growls of pleasure from the male. meanwhile you remain straddling him, higher levels of libido rushing to your bloodstream as you pick up the pacing. "t-that's it—" geshu verbalizes with a faint voice.

he gets along with your momentum, thrusting his hips upwards in accordance to your rhythm. as he was nearing his release the faster it dragged on, he rises only to flip your frail body around, pinning you down against the floorboards. geshu's chest rises and falls continuously, panting heavily as he feels his release draw back, much to his wish. you've never felt so small and helpless before.

you could pick up every detail of his body language, yet heeded no mind for the embarrassment that was previously gushing in your system. your mind starts to feel dizzy yet carefree, as if like you've drifted far away from reality and only cared about nothing other than satiating your hunger for carnal desire. once geshu's breathing stabilizes, he presses your lips against yours again, relishing every drop of your saliva.

it was becoming messy, but still, the two of you continued like animals in heat. he bites on your lower lip and sucks on the part up to no end, granting him winces of pain mixed with pleasure altogether. a deep chuckle resounds, "quite daring for you to enjoy that."

"no matter, i'll proceed as i please now." he continues and sweeps aside your soaked panties, revealing a heavenly view for him to revel in - white liquids seep out of your slit, a certain pungent scent wafts into his nostrils. "your scent is everywhere." the general states as a matter of fact.

uncertain if that was to be taken in a positive connotation, he wraps his hand around his dick and slaps it against your folds lightly, tapping the very head on your clit. the littlest touches send you spiraling into bliss, a strong yearning growing within. "put it in." you whisper with a weak voice. geshu looks at you, surprised, even more so once you add, "please."

your melting expressions have long been engraved in his mind, as he guides his tip to your slit, the door of his cabin busts open, a strong force sends it flying to the other side of the wall. geshu lin lets out a hoarse laugh, "ah, look who's here!" almost as if he was rejoicing, he repositions the two of your bodies, now holding you up as you sat on his dick.

your sight becomes hazy from all the foreplay ensuing, weakening senses coming back as you saw the familiar hues of teal within your bleary vision. jiyan stands across from your lust-lost bodies, eyes enlarging into two full moons as shock was painted upon his masculine features.

he hoists up his broadblade once more, threatening geshu to let go of your naked body. "general jiyan, if you would not treat such a competent figure like her right, then let me do it in your stead . . . as i am confident that i can treat her better."

rivalry rose from the two males, "that is no way to treat someone." jiyan's words cut through the thick tension sharply, while geshu's brows knit. "you say that, but have you paid attention to the face she's making?" just as he finishes his question, he pushes your body against his cock, thrusting into your cunt with no forewarnings. the intrusion makes a lewd, sloppy noise, accompanied by your moan unintentionally slipping.

a surprising warmth expands through your insides, stretching your velvet walls apart as they mold around the shape of the general's cock. you throw your head back in immense pleasure as he fills you up, mind almost threatening to go blank. "if you want to take her back, prove that she'd want you to reclaim her away from my grasp."

"if not . . . i'm afraid this will be the last time you'll be able to set your eyes on her."

jiyan has always been a rational person, one of the many qualities that renounce him to be truly befitting a title of a general. yet, as he sees you get lost among the sea of pleasure geshu lin has been drowning you in, a sense of ache thrums his heart against his ribcage. with slow steps he took, he's now merely inches apart from you.

geshu continues to hold you up and still, while jiyan leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek first and foremost: a sight that the former general would rather not have seen at all, contributing to his annoyance. while you remained there, incapable of taking action as if you're merely just existing. with little mustered strength, you manage to wrap you arms around jiyan's neck as you loll him into a deep kiss.

a deep kiss capable of delivering human emotions through an intimate action, "general. . ." your voice was faint, yet he understood your intentions. he shuts his eyes and let his emotions take control, immediately fondling your exposed chest as the icy tips of his golden armor fiddle your perked up buds. a moan escapes, followed by even more as the light haired general thrusts in and out of you with great force, the tip of his dick kissing your very womb. "g-general!" you yelp in an attempt to cry for mercy, yet you were only met with more brazenness.

"now you sound like you're yearning for two inside your tight hole." geshu says, frustration lacing his tone as he clicks his tongue afterwards.

jiyan's breathing becomes staggered, letting himself loose as he licks your boobs with his wet tongue, poking its tip on your erect nipples. your body flinches, its sensitivity building up while you remain a moaning mess. even you, yourself lost track of which general you were pleading to for, all you want is to drift afloat into the euphoric seventh heaven, with no other worries in mind but having your thirst quenched.

"will it fit . . ?" he asks as he casts you a look of concern, eyes fixing particularly on your lips that have been stained by three salivas all in all. jiyan unbuckles the dyad belt adorning his waist, letting everything come undone while geshu continues to pump in and out of you, his strong hands grip the plush of your thighs rather tight.

you could hear his mewls from behind, yet your attention was taken by jiyan who's currently stroking himself at the view in front of him. he sheepishly watches you get your cunt pistoned by the former general, his aching erection protruding from the fine fabric of his boxers. " . . . put it in too, general."

the two of them, simultaneously, had their jaws fall agape in shock upon hearing such yearning words come out of your mouth. with a sense of responsibility burning within jiyan, he strips himself naked at this point in time - ready to heed your request. his hands glide all the way down to your inner thighs, his dominant hand's fingers brush back and forth on your dewed folds. he anchors his attention on your pussy alone, at how it flutters every time geshu's cock pounds you in and out.

his patience starts to wear thin, the same could be said for you. with watery eyes and melting expressions, you call for him once more. "please." you mumble, but was eventually silenced as geshu turns you to him and initiates an open mouthed kiss. the teal haired general ached twice as much for more pleasure as he finally spreads your lower lips open, making more space for his dick to go in.

the head of his cock kisses the outermost part of your walls yet you were already squirming. numbness strikes through your legs and quiver, but geshu lin stabilizes them with his one arm hooked on the both of your thighs. he shoots jiyan a frustrated glare, one that seemingly felt that spoke words of "what are you waiting for?"

with slow motions, he finally inserts himself into you, the shaft of his cock comes into contact along with geshu's. jiyan's eyes dared to fall, a titillating feeling wallowing his dick whole. "so tight." he manages to utter in between his hardly stifled, ragged breathing, evident that this feeling was overwhelming.

it was getting overstimulating within each passing minute, with two, fat, big cocks buried inside of you, warming and accompanying your velvet walls as one of them itches to move - geshu's tip crooks inside and rubs on your sweet, textured spot, rewarding the generals your strings of satisfaction. "ah— i'm cumming!"

perhaps it was too late when you said it, but geshu pulls out, giving jiyan a chance to fully savor your slutty hole. "i'll make use of your mouth for now." he flips you around, making you stand on all fours with your ass perked upwards, giving jiyan a full view of your aching cunt.

you shake your hips in desperation, wriggling around just to feel his tip come into contact with your slicked walls again. all the while you coil your digits around geshu's cock, starting off with the head by kitty licks on its little slit. the white haired general loses composure and restraint, hands finding themselves cupping the frame of your face, urging for you to go deeper. as obedient as you became once lust runs in your system, you finally lap all his length up, and at the same time, jiyan rams into you, continuing where he left off earlier.

more sloppy sounds emit from the intercourse as slurping and licking accompanied geshu's dick. sweat begins to trickle all the way down all of your bodies, both the generals' luscious hair becomes disheveled, they ramp their movements by a notch as jiyan performs such impactful thrusts, ramming with his balls deep in and as for geshu, he fills your mouth with his dick alone - both aiming to chase the familiar feeling of release.

jiyan's pacing transitions into a faster one, hands gripping your waist hardly that'll certainly leave a burning sensation on your skin later on. meanwhile geshu lin, he bucks his hips forward, the tip of his cock kissing the very back of your throat. tears then begin to well up in your eyes, burning your irises as your gag reflex was getting harder and harder to tame.

"swallow it."

"i'll shoot it inside."

the both of them says in unison, and finally, strings of their sticky cum sprawl all over your body's insides: one in your womb and another in your throat. the two generals took some time to let these events sink in their desire filled minds, dicks still not softening any time soon.

jiyan looks at your naked back, the supple skin of yours makes him want to do more; eventually succumbing to the temptation. he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you to a tight embrace, chin rests on your shoulder blade. you heavily pant, the back of your head now laid on the plane of his chest. the two of you then look over to geshu lin, whose facial expressions say that he's in no way satisfied. reading the ambience of the atmosphere, a gut feeling kicks in and tells you that jiyan feels the same.

geshu lin closes in, kissing away the drool escaping past the margins of your soft, sultry lips. jiyan then does the same, softly nibbling on your shoulder, making you elicit a short whimper.

"now, tell us. which one of us do you prefer?"