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upon the anvil [nsfw]
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Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
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a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
masterlist | ao3
a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
masterlist | ao3
a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
masterlist | ao3
a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
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Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
masterlist | ao3
a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Synopsis: In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
Pairing: Yingxing x GN!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: MDNI, AFAB reader, mixed pov, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, they fuck on the anvil, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink, creampie, reader is called; darling, my dear, baby, baobei
masterlist | ao3
a/n: in february I promised that if I somehow managed to get E6S5 blade sp on release I would write hot, steamy sex with yingxing on the forge. so here you all go, i am as surprised as all of you that i managed to escape my word document without any plot in this
Though you shouldn't be on the Xianzhou Zhuming, it is startling easy for someone like you to pass through the jade gate into Radiant Zenith. Even easier to slip through the streets that are bathed in the glow of heliobi and their progenitor alike, all the way to the centre of the astronomically sized lotus that drifts through space at THEIR heels.
The Flamewheel Forge is even more resplendent than you remember, but perhaps that is due in part to the man you have come to see. Artisans are coming and going and most if not all are decked in those beast masks, a smile tugs at your lips remembering how Yingxing had never needed such a thing to resist the Azure Sun's illusions.
It is an easy thing to filch one of the unused masks and stride inside the forge, the artisans don't even blink an eye; all of them far too used to the visitors constantly coming and going, that none of them suspect the real beast they have let just slip past their defences.
You would think that the Xianzhou had ways of sensing THEIR emanators, and yet as you walk deeper and deeper into the Starforge's core you go uninterrupted. It isn't long before you find what you where looking for, until you find the person you had risked coming back to the Zhuming to see.
The newest Furnace Master is busy at work in a private chamber of the forge, laser focused on hammering and bending the material he has laid out on the anvil. He looks different from the last time you saw him, but he still takes your breath away.
Silver grey streaks litter his black hair, making your heart ache at the reminder of his lifespan, although the silver does looks good on him. Yingxing is just as beautiful as you remember, you think, moving over to one of the many work tables covered in half done projects and blueprints. Hopping up on the edge of the clearest one you lean back on one hand, removing the mask from your face and setting it aside carelessly with the other.
You don't know how long you sit there watching him for, but it's at least long enough that Yingxing starts getting hot enough to undo his top and shrug it off. You certainly aren't complaining though, the sight of his muscles dripping with sweat is a treat to your eyes. One you wouldn't mind watching forever if you could, though you know that isn't possible.
"How long are you going to sit there staring at me, hm darling?" Yingxing drawls as he finally sets his hammer down, smouldering periwinkle eyes glancing at you as he picks his project up. It makes you twitch knowing how hot the metal must be, but the damascus steel gauntlets he's wearing means there isn't any danger.
It doesn't stop you from tracking him with your eyes, watching as he moves away from the anvil; over to where a large bucket of what looked like oil sat next to the furnace (giving you a new nightmare, of it getting knocked over somehow and catching alight). Your eyes widen in wonder as he dunks the heated metal into the oil, only to pull it out and thrust it into the furnace before quenching it once more.
Again and again and again Yingxing tempers the bladed chain in his hands, the metal changing from a a plain silver to a dark almost black looking blue. You smile at the sight as Yingxing hangs it up on a rack with other mostly finished weapons, the kusarigama is nearly the same colour his hair had been without the grey in it.
"Avoiding the question are we my dear?" Yingxing asks teasingly turning to face you fully, and the way the light from the forge dances across his face makes your heart race.
Truly he looks as if he had been hand sculpted by Idrila THEMSELF.
"I was just enjoying the view," you reply haughtily, turning your nose up looking away from him as he approaches. The feeling of his warm hands wrapping around your waist sends a shiver down your spine, one you hope that Yingxing doesn't notice; as well earned as it was, his ego was more than big enough already.
"Really? Is that so?" He sounds amused, his hands squeezing your waist in a silent bid for you to look his way. It only makes you more stubborn though, and you close your eyes so that Yingxing can't force you to look at him.
A faint, amused sigh leaves him and he shakes his head at your antics. So long apart, and yet you were still the same spoiled brat as the last time Yingxing had gotten to hold you in this way. Perhaps it was his own fault though, with all the gifts he sent your way to make up for the distance that had to be kept for your safety.
"An Emanator of Abundance admiring little old me? Why I have to say I'm flattered, I didn't know the lives of the short lived were so interesting." Yingxing says, voice thick with smug amusement. It make you open your eyes to scowl at him, irritation mixing with the heat in your gut.
"You should know by now I don—"
His mouth on yours cuts you off, and you can't help but melt into the kiss. Trusting that he won't let you fall you move your hands off the workbench, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. Tangling your hands in his thick hair you tug him off of you, the groan he lets out in response fanning the flames in your gut.
"Does your Master not believe in teaching you manners Yingxing?" You huffed out, tongue swiping across your lips. His hands squeeze your waist again at the sight, and you can spot his eyes dilating as they track the movement.
"My dear, please don't bring him up when I have you like this," Yingxing sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own. Despite his words he doesn't look annoyed at all, there is only a deep fondness in his gaze as he stares into your eyes.
It makes your heart pound faster, energy bubbling up in response to your emotions causing the furnace nearby flare even hotter. Your mouth dries as Yingxing steps closer to you, his knee nudging your legs further apart so that he can stand as close to you as possible. A smile curves along his lips, and a strange glint enters his eyes.
"You know what, you're right. I should apologise for interrupting you, shouldn't I darling?" Yingxing hums, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips. That smile of his twists into a grin as his hands slide under your thighs, a yelp escaping you as he suddenly picks you up.
You cling to him tighter as he moves away from the cluttered table, walking over to the anvil in the middle of the room. Wind swirls around him briefly, covering the anvil and cooling it down from scorching to warm. Yingxing is careful as he lays you down on the face of it, one of his hands cupping the back of your head so that it doesn't bang against the step.
His other hand slides down to hook under you knee, hiking your leg further up his side so he can lean over you–and your breath hitches at the feeling of his pelvis settling against yours. You can feel him through both your clothes and his, hot and heavy and throbbing as he presses against you; his body just shy of crushing yours as Yingxing tucks his head down to mouth at your neck.
"Will you accept this kind of apology baobei?" Yingxing whispers huskily against your skin, nipping playfully at your jaw and you can feel him grin at the shiver it sends down your spine.
"Yingxing," you gasp as he rolls his hips against you, back arching into him at the feeling. Squirming your hands slip from his hair to cling to his shoulders, heart jumping as you feel bare skin reminded of the fact that he'd taken his shirt off earlier. Yet even though he had less clothes on than you, you feel more exposed being laid out on the anvil like this.
"No? Then…" Yingxing shifts against you and draws back, his hands dragging along your body as he stands at the anvil's heel. A wicked smirk forms on his face as he looks at you, his fingers curling in the waistband of your pants and dragging the soft linen down.
Yingxing drops to his knees as your pants pool around your ankles, his hands–so warm and big and strong–resting against your thighs, pushing them apart to make room for him between them. It makes your heart race and you scramble to prop yourself up, barely getting your elbows underneath yourself before Yingxing is pressing kisses along your thigh.
It makes your breath hitch, your blood boiling at the wicked gleam that shines in his eyes as he peers up at you. Yingxing kisses his way from your knee to the top of your thigh, yet instead of moving to touch you where you want; instead of peeling away your underwear and feasting on you, like the hunger in his eyes promises–Yingxing moves to your other thigh, repeating the process but slower this time.
A low whine bubbles in your throat as you throw your head back, frustrated and needy in equal measure as Yingxing teases you by starting again. This time he drags his teeth along your skin, biting and sucking until bruises are sure to form. You don't even notice that he's removed your underwear, not until his tongue is dragging a long strip up the dripping mess between your thighs.
"Haah! Y-Yingxing, fuck." You gasp, hips jerking at the sudden stimulation–and if he weren't so quick to react, your knee would have slammed directly into his face. It's been so long since you got to be this close to Yingxing, you had forgotten just how much he enjoyed going down on you.
Your head lolls back as Yingxing feasts on your cunt, his warm calloused hands making sure to keep your thighs parted for him. He is like a ravenous beast, or a cat with a mouse; his tongue working you up into a frenzy, only for him to back away just before your pleasure crests so he can do it all over again once you finally relax.
Time blurs as Yingxing unravels you upon the anvil, and a little deliriously you wonder if this is how his creations feel during the tempering process. Over and over he brings you to the edge, never letting you tip over it into that abyss of pleasure that awaits you; your muscles growing tenser with each denial, just like steel hardening under his hammer.
"Ying–ah, mm, haa… Yingxing, Ying, please, please daddy." You whine and plead with him, tears blurring your eyes as he starts to work you up to that precipice once more. At some point he had slipped three of his fingers into your sopping cunt, and you writhe beneath him as he curls them against your sweet spot with relentless accuracy.
You can't help but tense again as the pleasure builds, a sob already building in the back of your throat as you prepare to feel him draw away yet again. The knot in your stomach grow tighter with each passing second, your body trembling as the pleasure starts to crest. You squeeze your eyes shut, body starting to twitch as your pleasure reaches the breaking point.
Instead of pulling away like he had so many times already, Yingxing doubles down in his affections. The sounds he is making between your legs are obscene, wet squelching echoing in the room; Yingxing sucks harder on your clit as his fingers speed up, rubbing against your sweet spot with zero remorse.
"Mmn, ah! Daddy," you keen low in your throat, thighs straining against his hands in an attempt to snap shut around his head. Your elbows slip on the anvil as your body jerks, back slamming against the warm metal but you hardly feel the brief pain as pleasure overwhelms you.
Blindly you reach down towards him, fingers burying into his hair as a sob slips past your lips. Now that he's finally let you cum, Yingxing seems even more intent on drowning himself in the taste of your arousal; not seeming to notice you tugging on his hair, or perhaps he is doing it in spite of you trying so weakly to drag him away from your cunt?
"Mmmn," Yingxing pulls away with a groan after a few more seconds of lapping at your cunt, standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face. His face glistens in the light coming from the furnace, the shifting flames letting you see just how messily Yingxing eats.
You watch with wide eyes and hot cheeks as Yingxing carelessly wipes his arm across his face, though the only thing he manages to do is smear your arousal across his face even more. Yingxing doesn't seem to care though, his hands dropping down to curl under your knees. He lifts your legs up once again to hook them around his waist, one hand sliding up your legs past your hips and under your top.
"Since you've been so kind accepting my apology, why doesn't daddy give you a reward hmm?" Yingxing purrs as his other hand leaves your leg, and there is the sound of a belt being unbuckled before, before.
"Ohhhhh," you keen as he splits you open, your head falling back onto the anvil as your eyes flutter. Yingxing's cock glides in without any trouble, your weeping cunt hungrily swallowing him whole despite the fact you're still so sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
"Shhh, it's okay pretty baby, daddy's got you. You're okay hmm? You're allllright baby, daddy's looking after you." Yingxing croons, leaning down to press his lips teasingly to the corner of your mouth. A faint chuckle rumbles through him into you as you whine and turn your head, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige you.
His lips are warm against yours, as warm as the flames in the furnace, as warm as the feeling of golden blood flooding your veins. It makes you melt against his anvil, and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck. Kissing him feels like coming home, and for a moment you forget the fact he's inside you until he pulls out to thrust back in.
"Mmn," your moan is swallowed up greedily by his mouth, and his hands feel like searing brands on your skin as they slide further up your body.
Yingxing parts from you to take in a gulp of air, and his eyes darken into black pools of lust at the sight of you sprawled out on his anvil. Sweaty and panting with your pants barely hanging onto one ankle, shirt and bra shoved up to your shoulders; he can't help but smooth a hand along the bite marks he'd left on your thighs, a wild grin splitting across his face at the breathless whine it draws from you.
"Aww don't whine baby, daddy didn't bite you that hard did he?" Yingxing muses playfully, pressing his thumb down onto one in curiosity. A strangled groan is ripped from his throat as your cunt clenches around him in response, and Yingxing can tell he won't last much longer.
Not with how perfect you feel wrapped around him, velvet soft and so unbelievably hot that even with his control over fire he feels like he might burn up. Yingxing rocks his hips back and forth thrusting languidly into your body's crucible, staring down at you with hazy eyes that track the way your face twists and your body writhes for him.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm? My pretty baby." Yingxing sighs in satisfaction, his grin fading into a content smile. You look dazed below him, but your eyes are startlingly clear as you make eye contact with him; gleaming gold in the firelight as you paw almost mindlessly at his shoulders, a familiar bratty pout starting to form on your lips.
"Daddy… don't tease me." You whine at him, your hands tugging at his shoulders and as always Yingxing obliges you by leaning down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again once he is close enough, and Yingxing can feel your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
"I'm not made of glass Yingxing, you can go harder. That wasn't an option by the way, I want you to go harder, and faster too." You huff your demand out into his ear, endearing him to you just like so many times before. His precious spoiled little brat emerging from their bud, like a brilliant flower in bloom that demands his complete attention.
"Haaa, you're lucky I can never find it in myself to deny you anything baobei." Yingxing sighs, an indulgent look crossing his face. His hands slide back up your thighs to rest on your waist, his head dropping to press his lips to your neck as he shifts slightly as he draws back.
His next thrust is exactly what you demanded of him, hard and fast forcing the air out of your lungs in a low moan directly into his ear. It makes him shudder to hear your sweet sounds so clearly, his grip tightening reflexively on your waist as he speeds up even more.
Yingxing wants to hear even more of those sounds from you, as many as he can draw from your lips before this ends and he has to sneak you home past the Zhuming's sensors. His hands squeeze your waist again, dragging his mouth along your neck littering it in bites just like he had with your thighs.
As his canine scraps against your pulse Yingxing feels you clench tighter around him, making him groan against your neck as a sharp bolt of pleasure goes up his spine. You feel so good, so perfect as he hammers into you that he never wants to leave the warmth of your body.
"Daddy, oh daddy, ahhh, mmnn." You cry into his ear, and it makes him struggle not to cum immediately. Compared to the phone calls you had been restricted to the past decade your voice is so clear its startling, like the first strike of the hammer on the anvil in the morning.
He doesn't want to cum before you, you who he hasn't seen in so long simply because of a so called blessing you didn't even want. No, Yingxing wants to make sure that you are the one drowning in pleasure first. Reluctantly he pulls away from your neck, absentmindedly licking his lips as he stares at your face.
Yingxing watches the way your face twists intently as his hand moves between your legs, grinning smugly at the way you jolt and writhe when he thumbs at your clit. Gently at first–admittedly just to tease you some more–before getting rougher with it, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.
"Won't you cum for me baobei?" He purrs out, shifting the angle of his thrusts just a little bit to make it easier for him to hit your sweet spot. It draws a loud whine from your lips that makes his heart melt, though the way you clench around him makes it hard to keep his cool.
"Shit baby, don't do that." Yingxing gasps, faltering for a moment before thrusting even harder into you. There are tears dripping down your face, and under the furnace light they look almost like pearls on your skin. He can't resist the urge to lean down and lick them up, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.
"Mmn, haaa." You mewl as the pleasure starts to get truly overwhelming, hands moving to claw at his back as you tremble. Your head lolls back as you whine underneath him, more tears falling the faster Yingxing thrusts into you.
It feels so good that you never want it to end, it feels so good you have the urge to rip him off of you for a breather before you break. Your next whine is swallowed up by his lips, and you force your eyes back open to stare at him as you kiss him back just as fervently. The usual periwinkle of Yingxing's eyes look almost indigo, darkened by lust and lit by the flames; sweat covers his face and he looks half dazed–and the sight of him so lost in pleasure, because of you, sends you tipping over the edge finally.
"Yingxing, mnghh Yingxing!" You sob into his lips, back arching up into him as you shatter apart beneath him. Clawing at his back your nails sink into his skin, thin rivulets of blood forming though Yingxing's only response is to moan into your mouth.
His fingers gentle against your clit, rubbing it soothingly to help bring you down from your high even as his thrusts speed up. There's a half wild look in his eyes as he pants against your mouth, and you can feel more than see his trembling above you as he chases his own release. Mindlessly you clench around him, again and again wanting to return the pleasure he had given you.
"That's it baby, my baby, my darling, just like that—!" Yingxing gasps out your name, his eyes fluttering and hips jerkily stuttering against yours. Once, twice, thrice and then there is a different kind of warmth filling you up, settling heavy in your gut in a way that is impossible to ignore.
Yingxing buries his face in your neck, groaning as he shudders above you, his hips still jerking slightly. He rubs your clit one more time before his hand moves to join the other, resting them on your waist as Yingxing catches his breath. After another minute or so Yingxing shifts and draws back, letting go of your waist to flatten his hands on the anvil either side of you.
You look beautiful, but then you always looks beautiful to him so that isn't surprising. You're covered in sweat and the bite marks he had given you, and when Yingxing reluctantly pulls himself out of you he freezes; a fresh wave of lust running through him at the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.
"Heh… such a messy thing you are, hmm?" He chuckles softly, eyes filled with warmth as he stares down at you. He smooths his hands along your sides for a moment, leaning down to give you another soft kiss. When Yingxing stands back up he fixes his pants first, then pulls your panties back up into place to trap his cum inside you.
Patting your thigh reassuringly Yingxing moves over to one of his many workbenches, surely he has a clean cloth to wipe you down with somewhere. It doesn't take long to find it, not when the white cloth stands out like a beacon amongst the rest of his half dirtied cloths that he must remember to wash soon.
Returning to the anvil where he left you, Yingxing feels his heart melt in his chest. Truly he doesn't know what he has done to deserve the attention of someone as beautiful as you, to deserve you risking capture just to sneak onto the Zhuming because you had missed him.
Yingxing is careful as he wipes away the sweat from your body, pressing soothing kisses to your cheek with every little whine of complaint that escapes you. It pleases him that you are so comfortable around him, to let him touch you the way he had and to let yourself act like a spoiled brat; Yingxing truly does adore every piece of you.
Even covered in bite marks you are–like everything that graces his anvil–a masterpiece beyond compare. Something that the masses will look at with awe and envy alike, or with terror and resignation knowing that their time is up.
In Yingxing's eyes, you are his greatest masterpiece of all.
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Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
series masterlist | masterlist | ao3
a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
series masterlist | masterlist | ao3
a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
series masterlist | masterlist | ao3
a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
series masterlist | masterlist | ao3
a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
series masterlist | masterlist | ao3
a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
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Setlist for Failure | Track I: Origin Point of Failure
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k [in actual shock rn i wrote smth under 5k...]
Content Warnings: reader is an onlyfans model, mentions of; non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, lingeire
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a/n: hello... this is the beginning of blade fumbling the same baddie over and over again while thinking he is fumbling two different baddies. all while he has millions of people willing to throw themselves at him hahahaha.
For all that the man claims it is Blade's fault for never having a password on his phone–his banking apps are locked, so why does the phone have to be as well? Blade doesn't understand it–at the end of the day, it is in fact, Jing Yuan's fault and Jing Yuan's fault alone.
Usually Blade would lay the accusation at Kafka's feet, since the woman has on more than one either downloaded dating apps onto his phone or used his card details to buy him porn; all with that infuriating smile as she tells him to "Live a little, Bladie." Except he isn't with the Stellaron Hunters when his bank informs him of a monthly charge by something called OnlyFans, he is–and has been for the past several weeks–on leave in the Xianzhou dealing with personal matters.
That is to say Jing Yuan had kept texting him about the latest spout Blade's older brother was having with the venerable CEO of Dragonvista Pharmaceuticals, and begging him to come try to corral his brothers–apparently Dan Heng wasn't having any luck. He could curse Jing Yuan for appealing to his need to show Dan Heng up, and he does curse Dan Heng a little.
In fact, going to his messages he opens up his chat with Dan Heng. Absently noting that they hadn't talked in nearly six months, the last time being when Dan Feng had wanted to try having a family dinner; despite the fact only he and Yingxing still lived in the Xianzhou full time.
Bladie 🔪 to Annoyance-in-Law 2
Fuck you.
Blade exits out of his texts, ignoring the bubbles that had popped up almost immediately and the subsequent notifications popping up at the top of his screen as Dan Heng angrily replies to him.
He goes back to his bank app and stares at the charge again, trying to remember what he had being doing last month. …all he can think of is the massive argument Dan Feng and Yingxing had been having, that Blade had been dragged into in a piss poor attempt to mediate between them.
Getting dragged into an argument between those two, was worse than when his co-workers started rowing in the middle of their synched periods or what Blade "affectionately" refers to it as–hell week. Blade envies Elio for being busy organising things all the time, he never gets dragged into the cat-fights Kafka, Firefly and Silver Wolf get into. Hm.
Bladie 🔪 to The Meowanager 🐈⬛
Fuck you.
Blade returns again to the bank charge, and oh hadn't he given his phone to Jing Yuan to hold during his brother's argument with his temperamental spouse? Well that solved the issue of how the charge had happened, opening up his browser he intends to figure out what inane subscription Jing Yuan has signed him up for now.
Blade stares at the result in equal parts disbelief and resignation, because of course, this is just like Jing Yuan. Sometimes Blade thinks that Jing Yuan and Kafka conspire together in an effort to make him turn as gray as his brother, truly he doesn't see any other way there is only ever one of them pulling this type of shit at a time.
Then again, their plans to get him laid would probably be twice as bad if they were conspiring. …perhaps Blade should start praying to Lan again, as thanks that those two haven't teamed up yet. What he doesn't know yet is that it would be too late for that, but he will when he gets back to Asdana.
Blade holds back a sigh and clicks on the link to the website, navigating with some difficulty to the log in screen. At the very least Jing Yuan has done him the service of clicking save password, because all he has to do is put in his email before the website finishes the process itself.
Blurred images greet him when it loads, and Blade is suddenly glad that he's currently alone in his hotel room. In fact, he is doubly glad that Yingxing hadn't insisted on him staying in the Dragonvista estate. Despite reading what the website was, it hadn't occurred to Blade that the images might show up upon logging in.
This must be a sort of page to go looking for accounts similar to ones you are subscribed to already, at least that is what Blade assumes. He had only had a vague awareness of these sorts of platforms, had thought it was good for whoever needed or just wanted to do that sort of work and hadn't put much more thought into it.
Still.
Bladie 🔪 to Dozing Meow 🐱
Die.
Blade reopens his browser, carefully clicking through the website until he finds the payment options.
What he intends to do is simple; he wants to cancel the subscription Jing Yuan had arranged, close the website and then forget about it all together. What he does is entirely different; he cancels the subscription, and then instead of exiting the website he accidentally clicks on KintsugiBunny's profile link.
His mouth goes dry instantly, heart suddenly a sharp staccato in his chest as he stares at someone who may as well have been hand crafted from his deepest fantasies. Your face isn't in any of the images he scrolls through, a smart thing to do if this is just a side hustle for you, but your body. Aeons.
Soft looking hands with even softer looking skin that is clad in lingerie set after lingerie set, red, black, blue, gold; a fetching shade of plum purple rope that makes him tighten his grip on his phone, the case creaking in his hold until he forces himself to relax his hand.
Blade truly thinks he could kill Jing Yuan right now: for setting this account up, for somehow finding the one person who seemed to have spawned from all of Blade's fantasies, and as a message notification pops up on the website and Blade reluctantly clicks on it to read your message he thinks he could kill him for this as well.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hi, um I just got a message that you unsubscribed but your payment for this month has already gone through?
You didn't put a reason, so I was wondering if you wanted a refund..?
Your anxiety practically radiates through the screen, and Blade is forcibly reminded that some of the people working jobs like these have no other options if they want to survive. It puts a sour taste in his mouth, the idea that someone as soft and sweet looking as you–who should be being pampered by someone–being forced to take on a job like this just for the money.
Blade has the irrational urge to spoil you, he certainly has enough zero's in his account to give you anything you wanted after all.
KintsugiBunny 🐰 to Edgelord 🎸
Hello..?
You do know that your read receipts are on right?
Blade is seriously going to kill Jing Yuan next time he sees him, he's no longer joking.
Chat between KintsugiBunny 🐰 & Edgelord 🎸
Edgelord 🎸: No.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Is that a no to the refund or to knowing your read receipts being on?
Edgelord 🎸: Both.
Edgelord 🎸: I don't need the money. Keep it.
Edgelord 🎸: I want to give you more.
Why did he send that, you were going to think he was some kind of creep.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Oh. Were you trying to change your subscription tier, but cancelled it on accident then?
Edgelord 🎸: I'm. Not the best at technology.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: That's okay! If you want, you can tell me what tier it is you want to change to and I can do it from my end :>
Blade stared at his screen, he had no clue how to answer that; because on one hand if Blade hadn't accidentally clicked on your profile he really would have been cancelling the subscription, but on the other if you did it he wouldn't have to ask Jing Yuan to set it up again for him.
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one.
It couldn't be that much, right? Even if it was Blade barely spent his money on anything, he had more than enough zeros in his account to pay for your highest tier. As well as enough interest to pay it, in all the picture he had seen before your first message; you were so beautiful, he had already been dreading having ask Jing Yuan to help him resubscribe to you.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: What
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I mean, are you sure? The highest one, and not the next one up?
Edgelord 🎸: The highest one. Don't worry, I can afford it.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Well… if you're absolutely sure…
Blade finds your hesitation cute, but it is completely unnecessary.
Edgelord 🎸: I'm certain.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: Okay, I'll do it right now for you! It should only charge you the difference between your previous tier and your new one :>
Edgelord 🎸: It's fine if it charges the full price.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: I've done it, so you should be charged today sometime or in the next few days.
Edgelord 🎸: Thanks.
Edgelord 🎸: Have a nice night Bunny.
KintsugiBunny 🐰: oh
KintsugiBunny 🐰: You too !!
Blade's lips quirk up as he exits the website, resisting the urge to scroll through more of your photos only by reminding himself he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow; and Blade would like to take his time enjoying your hard work. Thinking of his flight makes him double check that his alarm is on though, nose wrinkling at the 4AM marked down. Even if he's used to catching flights at all times of the day due to his job, he still doesn't like it.
Rolling his shoulder absentmindedly he got up from the couch in his hotel room, moving over to plug his phone into his charger next to the bed. Leaving it there he goes and has a quick shower, stepping back into the room fifteen minutes later; a towel slung low around his waist and another down his back, to catch the lingering water dripping from his braid.
He can hear his phone ding with the familiar sound of his banking app, but ignores while he pulls a pair if sweats on. Sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, Blade picks up his phone curious to see how much his new subscription cost considering how shocked you had been over him picking it.
"Heh," Blade can't help it when he snorts, an amused smirk overtaking his lips as he looks down at the new charge. He shouldn't be amused, with how shocked you had been this was clearly a lot of money to you. Blade just can't help it though, with how little he spends his money this may as well be the equivalent of a fancy coffee to him.
New charge: $59.99 by OnlyFans.
Blade has to laugh at it, because if he doesn't he thinks he might demand to know who made you think so poorly of your body; and then kill them for it. Seventy dollars for your highest subscription, in Blade's opinion that should be the minimum amount a person should be paying for access to your account.
He supposes he might actually need a password on his phone from now on, just so Jing Yuan can't find out about this if nothing else. That's a problem to figure out tomorrow though, for now he needs to get to bed if he doesn't want his early flight to completely fuck him over.
a/n: despite this being a for fun thing i do have a plot in mind hehe !! be prepare to enjoy much more of blade being a failure at social interaction and fumbling. also disclaimer i have no idea how onlyfans works and i dont rlly want to research it icl so im basing the subscription stuff off my understanding of patreon
Series Synopsis: World famous bassist Blade of the heavy metal band Stellaron Hunters has been found FUMBLING a baddie?! Not only has the HIGHLY SOUGHT AFTER rockstar been fumbling a baddie, but our sources say the baddie in questions is an OnlyFans model! Read more at furboboweekly.com for the latest scoop about it! ERROR 404 Page Not Found.
Status: ongoing
Pairing: Blade x GN!Reader
Current Word Count: 1.9k
Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader is an onlyfans model, band au, modern au, non-sexual nudity, sexual nudity, shibari, technically unwilling prostitution (?), borderline sugar daddy blade, identity porn, blind dating
main masterlist | ao3 version
a/n: i have no clue how many parts this is gonna end up being, this is just a for fun series if im being completely honest !!
