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Fraternising Traitor - Yandere Jing Yuan

yandere jing yuan x reader

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

non-con/dub-con, death, war torn era

Your country isn’t like others, where they choose the strong to fight and the smart to lead. You don’t have a democracy or a kind monarch. Criminals are sent to war, people who are crazy and want to fight are sent to war, the actual strength are kept close to the city of the kingdom to protect. The only reason you’re a general here is because you can read a map and make somewhat smarter decisions than the others.

It sucks, though, watching your comrades get slaughtered because they only had two weeks of training, tops, and then made to hike for days on end and fight for nights that seem to go on forever. You weren’t stupid, you know that the other lands of this world laugh at your ridiculous home, the silly king that sends out weak fodder, your armies are treated like bodies used to let off steam. You’ve heard from other ‘generals’ that the enemy even called them ‘target practice’.

You think every night that you should just run, take the risk and leave. The burnt brand on your ribcage would identify you as a person from your home, though, and not many other kingdoms were willing to welcome stragglers, especially from your selfish kingdom. You’ll either get killed or sent back, tortured for treason, and then have you and your entire family killed. It happens way too often.

The sun is setting over the plains, your army only just finishing setting up camp. It was nice enough to do a briefing outside, a few men and women you had assigned to being cartographers and intel, namely anyone who could read or write, which was exceedingly rare upon convicts. The supplies are good (ignoring the fact that enough people have died to help this), there’s starting to get too many items to carry (again, you can’t afford to take empty tents for ghosts when ammunition and weapons are more important), and the main issue… “They’re still following us?” You exhale, shoulders sinking.

“Yes,” a woman says, frowning. She was sent here after stealing bread for her and her children. She’s small, nimble, and can walk around with hardly a sound, “I still haven’t figured out if they’re wanting to attack or just observing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassure her, “The Cloud Knights are known to be fickle. Especially when Jing Yuan is involved. We can only pray for the best at this point.”

A man clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, clearly annoyed by that comment, “Why are you so nonchalant about this? We should attack first, surprise them, it’ll be our best shot. They’ll only catch up to us otherwise.”

You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose, “No… If we don’t pose a threat, then there’s a good chance they’ll leave us alone. Jing Yuan can be a reasonable man… When he wants to be, at least. If we’re lucky then they’ll leave us alone.”

“Reasonable?” The man echoes, now gritting his teeth, “He’s ruthless! Burning people alive, leaving stragglers in storms to be electrocuted, attacked by wild animals, slicing pleading men and women by the throat just to listen to them choke- how can you call that reasonable?!”

He’s right, Jing Yuan is a horrible person. You know, though, that if you play your cards right then he won’t have the effort to start a fight. It’s easier to let him do what he wants than antagonise him. If you run; he’ll chase, and if you fight then he’ll enjoy the chaos. It’s honestly a gamble when he’s involved.

Another man steps up, “I know you’re new here, how about we tell you more about it during dinner?”

“Are you coming to ear with us, General?” Another asks.

You decline their offer, “We’re still in new territory, I’m going to finish this map for today. Thank you, though.”

You bid your departure and head to your tent. Most generals would have someone stationed outside, not you though, you can’t afford the manpower and you would rather have happy and awake fighters than grumpy and dead.

With an exhausted sigh, you enter through your tent flap and let it close behind you. You want to cry. You want to sleep. You-

A hand wraps around your mouth and an arm around your torso, trapping your arms to their side. In defence, you scream and kick, but it does nothing against them. A familiar chuckle has your skin crawling, their mouth hot against your ear, “Calm down, sweet. It’s only me.”

He lets you go, and you stumble forward, eyebrows drawn and heart racing. “Jing Yuan,” you gasp, wiping your mouth from the uncomfortable feeling after his silencing, “Why are you following us? I thought you said you had to make your way West?”

Yes, this isn’t the first time he’s done this. Snuck into the enemy campground and confront you where you’re the ‘safest’.

The first time you found him in your tent, he had allowed you to scream and try to capture him. If you could bring the general of Xianzhou back to your kingdom, perhaps you could set up your family for a life of easy living. You now know why he let you, the man easily slaughtering those who came to your aid, to prove a point to you on that day. Everything you do is futile, scream and you lose men, stay compliant and you nothing happens… Usually. For some reason or another, Jing Yuan has decided that you’re his favourite plaything.

He rolls his head around, trying to unstiffen his sore muscles, “Just a little detour. I couldn’t help myself, not when it could be months before I see you again.”

You frown and cross your arms, doing your best to stare him down, “What, afraid I’ll die? You know I survived Belobog, right? I’m not that easy to kill.”

Jing Yuan gave you an infantile chuckle, walking towards you and snaking his arm around your waist. He pulls you against him, his other hand pushing your hair behind your ear, “And how proud I am of you for that. But, actually, you’re not far off. You’re about to reach the Penacony, and as agile as I know you think you are, no one just escapes their domain.”

Your eyes widen, and though your hands are pushing against his chest to try and give some space you can’t deny your utter shock at this information. “The Penacony? No, I was assured that they were prioritising the East. You’re lying.”

“You’re free to believe what you want but, is it really a stretch for your King to lie to you? Why not use your weakest troupes as a decoy for a stronger alliance to rush in?”

Your eyebrows furrow, more confused than anything. Jing Yuan begins kissing down and up your neck, his lips and teeth nibbling your ear as you think. You thought you had a good relationship with the second in command, you bring back what you find from outside the city walls, and they ensure you have the ‘safer’ journeys. Then again, you wouldn’t be surprised if they got compromised or had no other choice.

Jing Yuan pouts, his fingers gripping your hair to pull your head back so he can look into your eyes, “You’re not really reciprocating, sweetheart. It’s almost like you don’t want this.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I don’t want this. Are you sure it’s the Penacony?”

He sighs heavily, letting you go. Jing Yuan casually sheds his overcoat, walking to your camping bed and sitting down, now with his chest naked, a bandage over his lower stomach and a piece of paper in his hand. He beckons you over with the paper and a lazy smile.

Tentatively, you walk to him and take it, opening the note to read. It had seals of approval from both your Kingdom and the Xianzhou, your kings name, your main general’s name, Jing Yuan’s name- “We’re allying with you?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” he shrugs his shoulders, “In the end, you’ll fall to the Xianzhou. Your King doesn’t know that yet, though.”

This is a lot of information to take in. Your breathing quickens, eyes blurring from exhaustion and stress, “We’re all fucked. Not even just from death, they’re going to torture us for information we don’t have. I told them we weren’t going anywhere near-“

“Hey,” Jing Yuan stands brings you into a hug, cupping your face in his hands as he once again gains your attention. You can’t help but start breathing in his rhythm, his chest rising and falling slowly in your peripheral, “I won’t let that happen. You just honour our deal and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Eyelashes flutter over your vision as you try not to cry, shaking in fear at the possible outcome, “How? Not to mention I’ve just been lied to by my homeland, how can I trust you, too?”

He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours, “Have I ever gone back on my word with you?”

At your silence, he takes the moment to kiss you, soft and slow and one you would give to your lover and not some fling on the battlefield. Jing Yuan may be fickle with his words, namely ‘lost-in-translation’ as it were, but, if you truly could understand what he was saying then he never really ‘lied’ to anyone, he was just very good as misconception.

As for the deal, well… It’s something he came up with when you first went toe-to-toe on the battlefield. You had only fought a couple of smaller battles before, not nearly adept enough to face off with the ‘lazy general’ of the Xianzhou. He saw you in your rags and stolen armour from whatever corpse you could get your hands on. Usually, you’re chased away before you can grab anything useful, you only had a pair of shoulder guards that were too big for your frame.

He took pity on you, laughing as he easily swipe-kicked you to the ground. He called out for his soldiers to stop fighting, yours and his very confused and everyone halting. “You’re quite pitiful, it’s honestly adorable,” he had said, only you able to hear his words, “What a horrible fate. Here, wear something that will protect you.” He then called over a female soldier and asked if she were willing to give you her gloves. With a lot of humming and haring, she finally dropped them to the ground next to you. He called for a fallback and you and your dozen-men army were in true shock. The gloves were covered in markings of his home, you decided if you could scratch it to unrecognition then they would be useful.

Another surprise was when that night he had turned up in your tent. After his show of dominance, he explained that a man gets lonely on the battlefield, and as long as you play nice then he’ll let you and your little campaign live. That began months of ‘running into each other’, him never far behind, you always finding the aftermath of a bloody battle, in which his army had obviously won. It was jarring, scary, you didn’t know how to explain it to your comrades, yet at the same time you knew that this was the best outcome to have happened, if not exceedingly risky.

You weren’t very receptive in these intimate moments; it was hard when you were constantly tired and put off by him. It never stopped him drawing out the sounds he wanted to hear, though. It was a lesson you had learnt, move your tent away from others just in case. You still did your best to hold it in, but - when he gets you on the floor and has your legs wrapped around his head, his tongue every-so-sweetly circling your aching clit - fuck is it hard.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, kissing your pussy lips with his mouth, sucking gently on the flesh, “Just relax for me. I’ll take care of you.”

It’s hard not to scoff at that, considering his reputation. Sleepy, lazy, yet when he wants to, he can hit hard. Maybe being under his command would be nice for his soldiers, a lot more relaxing than your king- “A-Ah, wait,” you gasp, eyes opening to look at him. He went straight with two fingers, the pressure sudden and making you tense.

Jing Yuan hums, seemingly dissatisfied, “I appreciate you saving yourself for me alone, but, do you not touch yourself when I’m away?”

Such an embarrassing question, you cover your face with your forearm and fall back, “It feels weird to do when my comrades are nearby. Not to mention I’m too tired most of the time…”

“My poor baby,” he coos, spreading his digits inside of you, stretching you, “It’s a good thing you found me, war is a lot easier when my cock is wet and your cunt is full.”

You groan at his lewd language, face burning to high degrees of shamefulness. You expect nothing less of him, though that doesn’t excuse every remark he makes to you. Fucking is a lot easier on the floor when your homebase is as bad as yours is, so Jing Yuan pulls you to the ground with him, you straddling over his hips as he holds you by the waist and grinds you down. You can’t look at him, too embarrassed to be doing something as shameless as fornicate with the enemy, even if it’s been done so many times before.

He kisses your cheek, aiding in getting the both of you completely nude so that he can have you grinding your slick over his hard cock, “Someone like you isn’t bred for the battlefield. Your king is an absolute fool.” Tears collect in your eyes, it’s not fair that he treats you so softly when the situation is anything but, “Don’t worry. Soon, we’ll both be able to relax our days away, together.”

You didn’t think too hard on it, his sweet talk normal. It’s not long before you’re positioning his cock at the entrance of your pussy, as if you don’t start reciprocating soon then you know there will be consequences involving your camp. He lays back fully, appreciating the view of your naked body slowly sinking down on him. You bite your lip, eyeing his cocky expression with a strained look of your own, “H-How come it feels like you’ve gotten bigger? I thought I’d be used to it by now…”

This amuses him, and you feel shivers and goosebumps with every caress by his hands over your hips, thighs, up your stomach, “My apologies. I really should have taken care of you a lot sooner. If we don’t have sex enough, well, you might just forget the shape of my cock.” He nods, confirming his ideals in his mind, “Yes, we must do it frequently to keep you adjusted. I shall make this sacrifice for you.”

It was a dumb joke. You both knew that in the end he was being selfish. Jing Yuan treats you like you’re the only one he has eyes on in the entire world, no, universe. You find it hard to believe that if he has done this to you then he must have other flings in different corners of the world, despite him telling you otherwise. Now that your kingdom was going to be taken over by his homeland, would that change? Would you be seeing him more often? Or would you be thrown into a pile of criminals and forced to hard labour or execution?

A hard thrust has you coming back to the present, your back arching and your hands landing on his chest with a grunt. He clicks his tongue at you, “(Y/n), you really are drifting today. You’re making me look awake compared to your long-distance stare.”

“I’m glad to see you’re self-aware,” you chip back, moving your hips into him. The schlcking sound of sex starts off slow, though it steadily grows as you both move into each other. Something you have found is that when you actually try, this can be quite enjoyable. Thoughts of being a traitor and getting caught go from causing fear to making your stomach swirl in excitement the closer you get to an orgasm. Your mind rests on one thought, ‘In the end, what can you do? No one can overpower Jing Yuan.’

“So good, sweetheart,” he mumbles, lazily admiring you from below, “Missed you so much.”

You don’t respond, focusing more on completing this ‘task’. There were more pressing matters at hand, you had to figure out what the best course of action would be with this new information he had given you. … Right after he pulls an orgasm from you, though. You hate to admit it but it does get hard to do anything when you’re horny, and during a war like this where you can’t do anything to please yourself it makes you feel like this general may be an angel in disguise.

Fuck, his feels so good inside you. The way the head of his cock pushes through your rigid, gummy walls is just the right ecstasy you need. His pelvis grinds against your clit and the little mewls you let out only make him grip you tighter, “Gonna come, sweetheart? You know you want to use my dick to squirt on.”

They’re words that would sound cringy in any other circumstance, but right now he’s so fucking right. You’re edging closer, an ecstasy you’ve come to love building when-

*FLAP* The door to your tent is ripped open and one of the men from your meeting rushes in, the one that wanted to take on Jing Yuan’s army himself. “General, the Xianzhou-“ Of course, he cuts himself off when he sees the sight. Behing him, you hear people yelling, weapons clanking, it was quiet before but it’s suddenly getting louder. Jing Yuan holds you tighter when you try to move, the other man staring at you with betrayal, “Traitor…”

You want to defend yourself, you want to get up and fight back with your army, you want to do literally anything that’s not sitting with the general’s cock inside you and have to bear the look of dismay from your perfidy on your comrades face. You can’t, Jing Yuan doesn’t let you move and the sight of one of the Cloud Knight’s glave spearing through the door and into his chest makes your jump. He coughs up his own blood, eyes trained on you as if to punish you for doing this, that this was all your fault. Maybe he’s not wrong.

As he loses his life, the soldier that killed him walks in, seeing you two and paying respects to his general as if he wasn’t naked on the floor. Jing Yuan regards him, “Very good. Take the body away, I’ll be out soon.”

“Yes, General!”

Now, you look at him with deceit, “You lied to me.”

His eyebrow raised, as if this was news to him, “I did?”

Willingly falling for his naivety, you nod your head, “You said if I did this then you’d-“

Suddenly, he has you on your back, his cock slinking back into you and his eyes boring down into yours, “That I’d keep you safe, yes. You are safe, (Y/n).”

“No,” he doesn’t halt as you talk, thrusting into you again, now with you limp beneath him, “Me means my troupe, too.”

Jing Yuan disagrees, lifting one of your legs up to his shoulders so he can angle himself better. He licks and nibble on your leg as it sits beside his face, “I hadn’t thought of it like that. Regardless, you will always be my one and only priority here. If it’s any consolation, we’ll keep some alive.”

It doesn’t help in that moment. Not when the blood of your comrade is freshly sinking into the cloth of your tent, and not when the enemy’s general is cumming inside you.

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The Price of Devotion

Yandere Ayato

here's one! tw: sexual content, minor abuse, mentions of violence, prostitution

“You’ve been distant during our entire night, my love. What is weighing on your mind?” Ayato asks, his long fingers tracing through strands of your hair. His naked body is pressed against yours, cuddling you on the futon in the low light of the room.

This wasn’t great. If your performance is subpar then he can complain, and your job would be ruined. You doubt he would go that far, Ayato was possessive, but he hasn’t done anything to hurt your income. If only your coworkers could be a little nicer. You bury your face in his chest, embarrassed to be bringing it up but, you hope any information he gives you could help lessen the bullying you get from the others, “I’m just not sure why you spend so much money and time on me. I’m not an Oiran. I am not even in the top four of popular girls. You pay for me when you’re not here, just so I don’t get other patrons.”

Ayato hums, taking his hand from your head to stroking your back. He seemed amused by your sudden curiosity, “I am not one for sharing, you should know this by now.”

“That’s not…” you decide to push yourself away, sitting up in the hopes he understands that you’re being serious. Perhaps, you should just be outright. You still find it hard to look at him, even though Ayato has made it clear that with you he cares not about the status difference. No, it was worse that you were some lowly prostitute, the embarrassment too high to handle, “The others here, they are starting to belittle your name because of me. You have the prestige and wealth to spend every night with the Oiran herself, yet you choose me. Why do you choose me?”

His charming smile drops as he sits himself up. Ayato pulls you into his lap, his hands interlocking behind your waist, uncaring of the cum that was still leaking out of you and onto his thighs, “They’re not harassing you, are they, my love? Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up, eyes pouring into your own to see the truth in your words. You weren’t a big liar but, sometimes you liked to stretch the truth a bit, especially when it concerned yourself and your privacy. He seemed to find the answer, his lips now twitching into somewhat of a scowl, “Unacceptable. And here I thought this establishment was one of the kinder ones. It seems my beliefs have been misplaced.”

You shake your head, now catastrophising the outcome. If he decided this house wasn’t good enough, he could topple the entire thing to the ground, and you’d be left to starve on the streets. You gently cup his face, your forehead placing against his in desperation, “Please, no, it’s nothing like that. I just worry for you, my lord.” He hasn’t outright said it, but he appears to enjoy it when you get worked up over him. If he seems upset, your fumble to make him happy, and if he were angry, you would kneel at his waist and tend to him until he releases all his stress. Goodness forbid you ever look at another the way you do him.

Ayato smiles, his lips pressing warmly to yours in a loving kiss. If you weren’t literally being bought, this could have been a moment shared between two lovers. He exhales, and you relax seeing his shoulders less tense, “You do not need to worry about me, my love. I care not for the judgement of these women. Even if word were to get out, no one can hold a candle to my name. As for you, however… Please hold on a little longer. Everything will come right in due time.”

“My lord?” You question, unsure of what he means.

He merely chuckles, standing on his own before helping you to your feet, “Come. The morning is almost here, and I have duties I must attend to. Get dressed.”

You nod, walking to the closet of the room and fishing around for some clothing. Something to cover your pussy so his semen doesn’t embarrassingly trickle down your legs as you walk. A robe to cover you, something more modest that doesn’t reveal too much of your femininity. Your thighs were still very visible as you still must uphold the lechery of the house, even if Ayato kept you to himself. By the time you turn around, he was already putting on his haori, fixing up some of his clothing and then holding out his hand for you to take.

You accept it, locking your arms around his and letting him lead you out of the room. You both walk towards the entrance, you keeping your gaze down so not to see the judging eyes of your sisters.

Once you make it to the entrance, you are met with a joyful Thoma talking to Obaa, the owner of the house. You smile and wave to Thoma, the only other man Ayato seems okay with you interacting with. He smiles back, walking over to you both and bowing slightly, “My lord. (Y/n). I trust you two had a wonderful time together.”

Your face erupts into a blush, thankful that Ayato takes over the talking for you, “Every night with Miss (Y/n) is wonderful. Ms Obaa,” Ayato turns to the older woman, her eyes lighting up as calls to her.

Obaa picks up her cigarette holder, making her way over, “Lord Kamisato, I do hope (Y/n) was behaving herself.”

Ayato’s hand slides to your arse, fondling your cheeks with a firm grip, a small, high-pitched squeak coming from your throat and causing him to laugh, “Oh, certainly not. Such a naughty girl gets thoroughly punished, isn’t that right, Miss (Y/n)?”

“M-My Lord,” you stutter, feeling too exposed for such a conversation.

The others just laugh, waiting for Ayato to make the first segue into conversation, which he does almost instantly, “Ms Obaa, I would like to pay for Miss (Y/n)’s next five days. I’ll be sure to return on the fifth day for her.”

A mischievous glint comes to Obaa’s eyes, her lips dancing around the end of her cigarette holder as she smiles a little too proudly, “Of course, Lord Kamisato. However, I must disclose that our prices for (Y/n) have increased by 30%. She is becoming quite popular, you see.”

Ayato scratches his chin at this information, “Of course, with the market value, it’s only natural. I must ask, is she starting to get noticed by other patrons?”

Obaa lies, you know it’s just to extort Ayato of his wealth, “Yes, many regulars are curious of the woman who has caught your eye, Lord Kamisato. They would like a turn of her, to see what she has that the others don’t.”

It’s not that Ayato was particularly discreet; he couldn’t care less about people knowing which woman he chose. More so, he didn’t care about the whispers that would go around, denouncing his name in this relatively mediocre town. It were no village, however, it were no city either. After a moment of pondering, Ayato sighs, seeming to feel a little strained now, “I see. I was already thinking of moving my plans forward, but… Yes. Okay. Thoma, let us finish up what we can and then move forward with our preparations.”

“Understood, My Lord,” Thoma bows, “Shall I inform Guuji Yae that we’ll be travelling sooner than expected?” Of course, someone like Ayato would be acquainted with the Guuji! You feel so feeble even being in his presence, let alone having sex with him.

“Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you, Thoma. As for Miss (Y/n),” despite saying your name, he turns to Obaa and says, “Make that four days. I’ll return on the fourth and we can continue from there.”

“Very well, Lord Kamisato,” Obaa grins, reeling in the money she was about to profit.

Ayato kisses your head sweetly and embraces you, like a lover would before saying goodbye. You feel a sense of security in his arms, though he can be menacing at times, he was certainly strong and a good hugger. Once he pulls back, his demeanour changes, staring at Obaa with hard eyes and a tight smile, “Also, I would like to point out that if anything were to happen to Miss (Y/n) – physical or otherwise – I will personally see that this house is burnt to the ground and those upsetting her pay for their abuse.”

Your heart lurches, throat clenching and eyes widening as he threatens this. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Obaa steps back, taken off guard, and so do you. She nods her head, “O-Of course, Lord Kamisato. I would never allow anything to happen to one of my girls.”

He gazes at you, hand tracing down your cheek, “I hope not. I’ll see you in four days, Miss (Y/n).”

You swallow thickly, bowing, “Take care, My Lord. You as well, Master Thoma.”

“See you, Miss (Y/n)!” Thoma calls, waving and leaving behind his lord.

As soon as they were past the flaps of the door and seemingly gone, Obaa hits you on the head with her cigarette holder and hisses, “You ungrateful brat. What did you say to him?”

“N-Nothing!” You cry, cowering away from her, “I swear, I don’t know where that came from!”

“You liar,” she herds you to the back of the entryway, deeper into the house. Moans and laughter echo the halls as she berates you, “If you ruin our services with the Lord of the Kamisato clan then I will personally see to it that you’re executed. Do you understand me?”

Executed… She would really go that far? You look down, passive and unthreatening, “I-I understand, Ms Obaa.”

She huffs and steps past you, leaving you alone to the whispers of the girls that were standing and watching. You miss being on the bottom of the chain, taking in drunken men, commoners, not being noticed and on the cheaper side. You made enough to live, and now you were still barely getting by, most of your pay going to the house than to you.

Ayato had tried to tip you, hide your money in your room. One of the girls found it and you were reported immediately, your knuckled whacked with sugar cane as you were forced to kneel on uncooked rice. It was a horrible experience, so, you just took what you could.

Ayato may be good looking and on the kinder side to you but… he was more of a curse to your life than a blessing.

…

As Ayato and Thoma walked through the wakening streets of the town, a man in everyday clothing ran up to them. He was a secret worker for the Kamisato clan, able to blend in and provide intel. He spoke to Thoma, who then relayed the information to Ayato with a solemn look, “It seems that as soon as we left, Miss (Y/n) was punished for ‘disclosing information’ to you, My Lord.”

The look on Ayato’s face could kill. His smile, both kind and unnerving, was completely wiped from his face as he clenched his jaw, “Once we’re done here, we will take (Y/n) with us and leave for Narukami. Before then, I would like to indulge in ruining that house and relenting my more… violent needs unto them. Gather the some of the samurai posted to the East of here before we do.”

Thoma smiles at this, his hand to his heart in pure admiration of his master, “Yes, My Lord.”

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