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★ Inazuma Quests ★

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Kuki Shinobu-

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All-

"How would you do without me?" pt 2

"How would you do without me?" pt 3 📱🫂

What would they do if you went missing? How would they respond?

[angeliteeyes]

Simplest request in the world but I wanna know what you think a long hug from Yoimiya would feel like, if that's okay? Just a big long hug

OHHHH oh my gosh it would be delightful!!!

First off, I imagine it'd be extremely warm—both from her natural body heat and the fact that she's a pyro girlie. It's especially prevalent in spots where her bare skin is touching, such as her ungloved palm or her cheek as she firmly squishes it against you.

Secondly, as much as she's trying her best to keep relatively still, she can't help but move a lot. Her cheek's constantly rubbing back and forth like a cat marking its scent, her body—and yours, by extension—ends up rocking side to side as if she's a human metronome... At least it's relaxing in its own unique, rhythmic way.

And, of course, it's not exactly quiet either. If you're in the mood for a story or three, well, you already know how that's going to go. However, let's say talking isn't in your skill set at the moment. That's fine. She's more than happy to spend this precious time with you humming various tunes instead. As many as you want, as long as you need <3

[covenantofthedeep]

new year's day

feat. | just yoimiya summary | yoimiya and new year's? author's note: this was a wip from october 2023 that i wanted to post for the new year. i never got around to it because i moved and everything was so awful so fast. was going through my drafts and i realized i actually really liked this and thought you all should read it (if anyone reads anymore?) so.... happy super super delayed new year's i guess. i love you all.

naganohara yoimiya |

it's a new year, and you're supposed to be elated. the party's a hum around you, a chorus of people shouting happy new year! and balloons popping. you're standing on a clump of streamers, sad and entangled, like noodles. the skyline is brilliantly lit up with fireworks ahead of you, but your heart's not in the celebrations. the balcony door's open, cool air squeezing past you and lifting your hair off of your neck, and suddenly you're seized with the burning urge to leave this hot room, leave the sweaty bodies, the halfhearted new year's resolutions, the falsities of it all.

people grab your shoulders as you walk by, but you ignore them. "oh, yn," they shout, voices creeping in pitch as the hours tick later. "come join us!" plastic cups crunch under your feet as you walk, and you're filled with a revulsion, so strong and deep that you wonder if it was you who felt it or was it someone else?

you force your way out to the balcony and lean against the rail, resting your head in your arms. the wind is cool against your sweat-soaked scalp; it feels comforting. you squeeze your eyes shut and turn around, sliding down until you're resting your chin on your knees and watching the party through half-lidded eyes. fireworks snap loudly above you--the first time you heard them, really heard them, you were so startled you jumped--and you can see your friends' faces, beaming at you, beckoning you to come inside. you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

your mind whirrs with images. they're barely fleshed-out images, lacking depth and emotion. they're memories that you can hardly taste, let alone feel, and your heart cracks. if you open your eyes, you know, you'll lose them.

it's a new year, you think. let them go.

beside you, someone sits down. it's yoimiya; you know it from the soft grunt she makes as she lowers herself to the ground. you lift your head and wipe your face (you hadn't realized you'd started crying). "hi," you say, and your voice sounds weak even to yourself.

she just looks at you, then holds her arms open. you melt into her hug with a sob, burying your face into her shoulder. "oh, yoimiya," you sob. "i'm just-- i just-- i can't believe it's a new year...." you trail off, and she pets your hair, perhaps telling you silently that it's okay, you don't need to explain. her hands are so gentle, her touch so comforting, so akin to your mother, your father, your friends, it brings a fresh torrent of pain and you dissolve into tears again. maybe if it had been another time, you would've been embarrassed, maybe even refused her hug and gone to cry in the bathroom instead, but right now, just past midnight on january 1, you can't bring yourself to care.

eventually, your torrent of sobs turns into a mild trickle, and you pull away, your nose running and hair sticking up. "thanks," you croak, smiling at her. she smiles back. "it's okay, yn," she tells you gently, standing up. she offers you a hand. "if it isn't okay, i'm always here."

you take her hand and she hoists you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "let's go inside, shall we?"

and so you do, back into the throng of people lit up in halos of pink and glitter, people overflowing with hope and excitement, and you take yoimiya's hands and then her shoulders and pull her close, pressing your face into her neck and inhaling, whispering, i love you thank you and the two of you sway side to side, the dawn of a new year settling on your shoulders in a blanket of cotton candy pink and orange, soft swirling pastels rising over the treetops. fireworks burst in the sky, you whoop with joy, and yoimiya laughs at you, openmouthed, as you spin her around and around and around, twirling on your tiptoes like a top.

[luc-obsession]

Indulge

Yoimiya sat beside you on the black, cold leather couch of yours. You just couldn’t keep your hand away from her head, to ruffle it. You thought that she’d have a problem with it, but it only served to bring her closer.

To give you even more of that comfort that you chased.

You two were watching something scary, so that you two were clinging to each other even more than you normally would.

A large bowl of hot, nearly scalding popcorn sat atop your blanketed legs. Readily available for you to grasp. For you to stuff Yoimiya’s mouth with.

That light, salty crisp punctuated with olive oil made the experience even more enjoyable for you both.

You just wanted to fuck her under that rose-colored blanket you shared with her. Nothing would stop you from trying. Even if she said no.

You brushed your hand against her thigh, causing her to softly moan. Then you drifted your hand against her tit. Clenched it.

“Wanna go? I don’t even care for this movie anyway.”

Yoimiya hummed in assent. “I don’t mind. I can tell that you wanted to do this.”

“For an insanely long time.”

You face her, reveling in her micro-expressions as you carefully note how much she softened up her face around you, when you two were close. You were her comfort.

She gave you her near-complete trust, and you’d work hard not to violate it.

You drag her head closer and kiss, swallowing each other’s lips whole. With the same joy as someone tasting a cheesecake for the first time.

Then you throw the blanket to the ground, letting her body get swallowed up by your greedy gaze. Pull up her shirt, drifting up your hand from her cute belly to her perky breasts. And her cute little head (with a surprisingly big brain).

Throw that over the edge of the couch because she didn’t need that anymore. It was just an obstacle now.

You got up, rushing over to the other side of her. “Get up and sit on my thighs.”

She obeyed. You weren’t expecting it to be so easy. She was surprisingly submissive for sucha a successful business owner.

But weren’t they all?

Now, you gripped her tiddies, gripping them like stress balls. Relishing how bouncy they were. How soft they were to the touch.

Then you reached for her pussy - her underwear. Problem was that her tight little skirt kept her legs too close together. Like she was a Barbie doll or something.

Even her outfit revealed how much she was willing to submit to anyone who gave her what she desired: affection, cuddles and lots and lots of attention.

Her mind might have constantly drifted from thought to thought, but she desired someone who was the opposite. Someone existentially hyper-fixated on her.

That was where you came in.

You tell her to stand up, so you can pull down her skirt, which you do immediately.

Her ass was respectably large. She sat on you again, so you rub the center of her legs, over and over and over and-

Okay, you get the point.

You did it until her moans got louder. They were already breathy and soft, like a collection of pillows that you just couldn’t stop rolling around in.

You put your head just over her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent. The gently baked flours of the Taiyaki you made for her. The rose water body wash scent that still managed to linger on her buttery-smooth skin.

She was a simple girl, opting not to wear perfume even though she can afford an entire collection of them. Was happier for it, too.

You liked it because it reminded you of her humble origins. The insurmountable strength it took her to keep going with everything she had a connection to.

You reach for her ass, rubbing the bottom of her cheeks in circles. It was a strategic move you did to weaken her resolve. So that she’d orgasm quicker when you had her exactly where she wanted her.

She was already at your mercy, but you were ready to deliver the final, punishing blow.

You move your hand from the bottom of her cakelike ass and slide into the center. No, not to enter her asshole, that was for the inexperienced. You slid into her G-spot, already maganging to please the fuck outta her.

She gave it away in her moans, the way she pushed herself in with you to intensify the feeling of closeness this made you feel. To more deeply meld yourselves together into one.

Your plan worked swimmingly; she’d already completely given into your control. She’d do literally anything you wanted her to.

And Yoimiya loved every second of it. That topped the list of your favorite things about her.

[luc-obsession]

Infatuate

The wind blew softly against your face, wafting the light, sweet scent of the cherry blossoms towards you and your adorable little date, Yoimiya.

You were entranced by her well, everything. Her wild, chaotic eyes reminded you of the fireworks you loved to watch her fire so much. Her innocent smile took you back to the days where the questions you had about the world were answered with imagination and naive guesses.

And her fluffy little cheeks made you wanna rub them around forever, while you slowly robbed her of her restraint. Worked to drag her closer to the fringes of sexual deviance.

Somehow, whenever you spent time with her, your mind always managed to change the topic to sex.

The light pink gingham blanket that you both sat on was topped with multiple plates of Katsu Sandwiches and Taiyaki.

You reached for another sandwich as she asked you, “So, what have you been up to?”

“I just came back from Mondstadt from a chat with Venti. Like you, he says the most random things.”

“Was he drunk again? I had to pay on his behalf the last time I went to Mondstadt.”

You widened your eyes. “You’ve been there before?”

“Of course I have! I mostly go for the wine, but the chill energy there helps me calm down after, y’know. It’s literally the opposite of Liyue’s hustle culture and Inazuma’s litany of rules.”

You knew all too well. She always needed me to lend an ear for the struggles she went through running a business alone. That was the main reason she kept you around.

You take a sip of the cup of the peach oolong tea you brought. “Why aren’t there any firework shows in Mondstadt?”

Yoimiya shrugged. “I dunno. Just not part of the culture, I guess.”

“Maybe Diluc lobbied to make ways of enjoying yourself without alcohol illegal.”

She giggled. Oh, how you loved it when she giggled. “You joke, but he would do that sorta thing.”

You knit your eyebrows. “I don’t get it, though. You can still enjoy fireworks when you’re drunk.”

“Believe me, I tried, and it’s just not the same.”

How could they get Mondstadt to make firework shows a thing? It would be a win for them both: Yoimiya would make mind-boggling amounts of money, and Mondstadt would unlock a consistent source of entertainment.

You had to arrange something between Yoimiya and Diluc. Fake a marriage if you had to. But either way, this had to happen.

Your eyes flit down to her thighs; this had to happen in a way where you got to touch her.

“Can I get next to you?” you ask her.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” she says. You move the plates of hot (rapidly growing cooler) snacks away from her and sit in the spot where they once were.

Now our knees were touching, and your cheeks were blushing. Sure, it was one of the least soft parts of her body, but it was still closer than before. Closer in a way that you never imagined yourself before.

You wanted to repeat this, but this time inside your bed. Dragging her body closer to yours under a warm, snuggly blanket.

“People don’t have picnics with just anyone, Yoimiya. Be honest. How do you truly feel about me?”

Now here she was, turning away from me. “Well, I…”

“I think that I really enjoy spending time around you.”

“I feel the same way.”

“We’ve been together for quite a while. Would you like to get closer?”

Yoimiya held up a sandwich to her lips. “What do you mean, closer?”

“Closer in a way where we spend more time with each other. More often. Intertwine our lives together in the same way…that lovers do.”

Blushing, she took a massive bite out of her sandwich. “You actually see me that way?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Why would you? I never imagined…”

“Because you’re kind, and smart and determined and pretty and so, so huggable!”

“If I’m so huggable, then why aren’t you hugging me right now?”

I dove into her, nearly tackling her. Is this what love felt like?

To be so close to another human, sharing your mutual feelings for each other. To be nearly inside each other, because you loved each other so fucking much.

That was the very definition of love.

You wanted to be here with her forever, and spend the rest of your life with her.

And you were going to, no matter what she did to protest.

You even bought a house in Inazuma for easier, more consistent access to her.

“Wanna watch movies and chill in my place? We can spend the rest of the afternoon together.”

“Of course! I love every second I spend with you."

You felt the same exact way, down to the very wording. It was only a matter of time before your skin met hers again, this time in a far more intimate manner.

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