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💬 i'm gonna bust… it's everywhere, my thighs are trembling, drool is pooling, vision blurred, ears ringing— don’t even joke lad i don’t play about my koga yudai —
❤︎ i love you my vivi omg … i’m legit kicking my feet and blushing as we speak. 𑙕 ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)! not a competition but if it was, i’d be first in line to smother you with kisses~~
💭word count : 1040 virgin reader, afab reader, virginity loss, gentle sex, pulling out, unprotected (that’s a no no!), whiny maki, pet names, fwb.
it was a bad idea : calling you up
soft kisses that once were so innocent, the pure beauty of his plump swollen lips, hair messed slightly from your hands.
but it was now different, his tongue got hungrier, hands pinning you down to the couch. his eyes carried more than just playfulness — real raw lust intoxicating his thoughts, blurring the line between your friendship and something more.
“maki?” he stared down at you, long slim fingers wrapped around your wrists, trembled pants echoing lightly. your wrists struggle beneath his grip, eyes darting around his tensed face.
his free hand moves below your shirt, his lips sealed shut, eyes watching your face for disapproval.
his cold fingertips running along your side,
“maki— we can’t.” a bitter taste on your tongue mumbling through your swollen lips, squirming under every touch.
the way his eyes sparkled in the intimate warmth, his slightly pink cheeks. that nervous pout he always did when he wanted something more. “why not . . . ?” his tone solemn, losing that once familiar feeling. hands freezing midway to your bra. his other hand never loosening around your wrists.
“maki . . . it’s crossing that very line we set on our first kiss—“ even if your words were stern, you couldn’t quite suppress that small urge to pull him closer, give in to your shared bad desires. but giving in meant violating a vow you two swore to never break.
through all the heated make-outs— even tasting his lips freshly after a breakup with your partner, you trusted yourself to never go beyond just kissing.
maki bit his tongue, holding back the words he wanted to say, the confessions that ran through his mind. heart pounding through his tightened chest, hands trembling against your warm chest. all leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.
his eyes filled with the warm image of your face, even if it was unsure, it was something his mind never let go, like a small picture that forever painted the back of his senses. his grip loosens around your wrists, the distressing throb in his chest.
but you couldn't let it go— the need to know what could be—
it felt like a twig snapping in the dead of night, a once forbidden place that now your feet cautiously entered. your lips smashing to his, hands reaching for his sharp jaw, eyes pressed shut.
the heat creeping into his face, down from the nape of his neck, to the warm hold against his jaw, arriving at his hollow cheeks— the pink seeping into the pale skin like ink.
the once steadiness of your innocence was now breaking in long tears, his hands fumbling at your bra— fingers fighting to unclasp the delicate fabric.
“darling— you’re so pretty it hurts . . .” his confession long, voice trembling, hands slowly pulling your bra between his fingers, dragging the soft fabric down your warm chest.
his hands moving before your brain could unfold the situation, fingers that tugged at the delicate cloth covering your innocent body.
eyes watching his appetite run wild, clothes thrown down on the creaky hardwood floor— the same floor he once comforted you on, heart shattered in pain, only filling your mind with his once delicate lips— that were now inching towards your bare pelvis.
the vulnerable position he laid you in, your once holy skin grazed by his unsatisfied thirst. fingers circling your inner thighs, trying to slow his merciless pace, hands paused— eyebrows knit together. “have you done this before?” tone innocently murmuring, your soft thighs squeezing against his rough bony hips.
you shake your head lightly, eyes soft, warm, wary— uncertain vulnerability and caution.
“that's okay . . . i'll be soft, i promise,” he assured you, hands slower— losing that desperate speed they once grew, moving as if your fragile frame would break under too much pressure.
he leaned in, lips ghosting yours, fingers tracing your tensed muscles. trailing from your weak thighs to the waistband of his pants, swiftly pulling the waistband down in one tug.
his knees deepening into the couch cushions, soft gaze never living your wary face— the vulnerable embarrassment that spread pink to your cheeks. that once guarded feeling slowly dying with every breath, your bare chest, arched back, his soft voice drunken your once sober brain.
the silence deafening, his slick tip spreading across your heated folds. “ready?” head peeped over your arched chest. with one wet gulp you nod, fingers tightening around the couch cushions.
a painful stretch rushes through your legs— his length bulging into every vacant space it could. veins grinding against the squishy tight flesh.
his hands holding your fragile sides, fingers digging into soft weight. hips never budging until he was sure you had adjusted to the thick length. gently rolling his hips one last time before picking a slow, steady pace.
“are you okay?” he whimpers, hands ever so slightly holding you, eyes watching the way your muscles tensed at every luscious push. blood rushing to your dusky rose lips, teeth drawing thin blood across the perfectly lush flesh.
“mhm—“your throat cried, the ache between your trembling thighs, hips squirming at his thick cock— hitting every untouched spot your fingers couldn’t reach.
throbbing snaps that nipped at your building pleasure, trying to hold back the messy hot whines breaking from your lips. back melting into the plush cushion, palms clammy, knees buckling with his sinking length.
legs desperately kicking until they wrap him, heels digging into his lower back, only pushing his hips deeper into. veins dragging through you slick walls, tip pushing lazily deeper, bulging through your arched stomach.
walls tightening, breath shakily hitching, hands scrapping the velvet fabric one last time.
it snaps.
your body giving in, vulnerable whines, a long gush escaping your legs, messy desperate jerks that your sensitive needy hips involuntarily did. his breath trying to steady— hands trying to relax your frantic whines.
only once your last buck shivered out of your fragile thighs did he pull out, hand making thick strokes, his deep rough groans vibrating into your ears, before he released on your stomach.
ad astra abyssosque - &team lives in genshin impact !
(3.2k words)
warnings: mentions of dottore, human experimentation, trauma, scars, insecurities, death.
a/n: ik no one will read it probably, but this is a little self indulgent piece to kill my boredom and hopefully help me fight the writing block i've been experiencing...
KOGA YUDAI <𝟑 .ᐟ
hydro vision, fontaine, polearm, champion duelist
fontaine has always been a nation which greatly respected the arts and everything surrounding it — and koga yudai, a former ballet dancer, fit into the ton perfectly. the natural grace and charm he had carried within himself ever since he was a child made him a well liked and respected figure from a young age, ever since he first stepped foot onto the stage of the opera epiclese. but it wasn't the only passion he had carried within himself — he always felt strongly about the topics of justice and responsibility and over the years it has led him to becoming a champion duelist, one of the best.
he wields his polearm as if it was an extension of his hand — his movements during duels smooth and precise, his dance background clearly visible in the way he fights. just like his fellow top champion duelist, clorinde, he has never lost a single duel; not those that mattered, anyways, as he insists that friendly sparring does not count. his hydro vision, tightly sewn into his work attire, has actually been granted to him before one of his first duels, one so physically strenuous he almost lost it. still, when on the job,he prefers relying on his fighting skills rather than the power granted to him by the hydro archon. he has to give his opponents a fair chance, no matter how unjust or corrupt they may be.
his passion for theater still holds on strong in his heart, as he is frequently seen in the audience of every new play gracing the stage of the opera epiclese, actively supporting and encouraging those around him to let themselves indulge in the beauty of art and its creation process. he has also been seen actively taking part in every fontinalia festival taking place in the city — and although he has not been able to win the furina award every year, he still prides himself in his work on the films submitted. maybe one year he'll write a movie of his own for the festival; but for now he's sticking to being in front of the camera.
MURATA FUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ
geo vision, mondstadt, claymore, knights of favonius
acting as the right hand to the grand master of the knights of favonius, fuma has always been extremely reliable and respected by his peers and mondstadt's residents. to be quite honest, he himself doesn't remember when he received his vision — he didn't seek a blessings from gods at all, and yet received one still. maybe it's because of just how much drive he has, how much hard work he has put into everything he got his hands on. his humility and innate kindness are his biggest strengths, making him an admirable figure amongst other knights, someone to look up to and aspire to be like.
ever since he was a child, he knew the life of a knight was his desired future — he wanted nothing more than to be able to help those around him, especially those who were unable to help themselves. once he began his training, it was even more evident that he fit this life to a t; following the knights of favonius handbook like it was his own bible, quickly climbing up the ranks and excelling at every task given to him. when not on duty, he frequents the angel's share — not necessarily to drink himself, as unlike his superior he is not a big drinker, but to strike up a conversation with the drunken bard who always seems to be there, or just to make sure there's no fights breaking out. other than that, he's a big fan of spending his time in the calm of the nature: preferably alone, but he doesn't mind a companion to converse with or bring up old stories to reminisce over.
although a fierce fighter whose masterful with every weapon, his usual weapon of choice is a claymore — dealing powerful blows with each move of his greatsword, created on commission and personalized to his liking. he has no trouble wielding it with one hand (and showing off his muscles in the process). after all, everyone likes to impress the ladies every once in a while, right?
BYUN EUIJOO <𝟑 .ᐟ
dendro vision, sumeru, catalyst, akademiya herbad
every teacher's dream, byun euijoo's name is well known around the akademiya as one of the greatest students to have walked the halls, as well as one of the youngest to receive the pir kavikavus prize. his life has revolved around knowledge ever since he could remember — being one of the few child enrollees to successfully attempt the entrance exam, working on his research ever since. nothing less was ever expected from him, after all. as a son of one of the six sages it was only natural he'd follow in his father's footsteps and although some might call it nepotism, many believe he had surpassed his father long ago — believing that when the time comes, he'd take over the position his elder currently holds.
he rarely uses the powers the dendro archon has blessed him with — he relies more so on his knowledge in his everyday life, not often finding himself in situations in which he needs to use it. when he uses them, it's mostly for research purposes, testing and seeing if whatever he's currently working on could somehow be enhanced with the usage of a vision. euijoo's certainly not one to fight — having spent most of his life with books stacked upon his desk, he has little experience with weapons of any kind. other than his trusted catalyst, of course, a green bound book infused with his vision's powers, which he uses to wield magic through whenever necessary. if it were up to him, though, he would abstain of any fights, much more preferring to be on the strategizing end of the fight.
if you don't know where to find him, he's probably out in gandharva ville. he finds the place much calmer than the ever so busy buildings of the akademiya, providing him with a space to relax and unwind after a strenuous day, occasionally chatting up the chief officer of the forest rangers, tighnari. they're rumored to be quite close friends — although no one knows whether those rumors actually carry any truth to them, as both parties involved are extremely private with their personal lives.
WANG YIXIANG <𝟑 .ᐟ
cryo vision, liyue, sword, adeptus
the name 'moon warder' is well known all across liyue, sparking several different reactions from its inhabitants — yet the one they seem to show the most is fear of the adepti whose white tiger beast form has been seen only by few. his mighty, almost godlike form emerges only at night, protecting the nation's population from all the evil that might be lurking in the shadows of the night, all the abyssal monsters causing mayhem on the outskirts of liyue. although many think he can never be seen outside of his midnight endeavors, as the cloud retainer calls them, it actually couldn't be further from the truth — many of liyue's residents are well acquainted with him, only under a different name and in a different, more approachable body.
his human form, which he uses to wander around the streets of liyue, isn't without 'flaws' either — the scars covering his body are many and easily visible, and yet they do not seem to drive away people as compared to his beast form. most of them hide under his clothes, with the most prominent one being the one running along his face like a line right through his eye. 'yixiang' they call him, when he takes on this human body — a man of mystery with a cryo vision hanging low on his belt, sword always at the ready as if something could jump out at him any second. he likes this form of himself much better: allowing him to merge with other people, to not feel like a lone wolf for once in his life.
despite being scary upon first look, yixiang is certainly one of the gentlest amongst the adepti. all he wants in life is for people not to fear him — and his human form allows him to achieve just that… to some extent. the kids who smile up at him with excitement when he passes by them on the streets of the city still shiver whenever they hear the name of 'moon warder', and that may never change. but it's a fate he has learned to live with over the years.
NAKAKITA YUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ
electro vision (+ pyro delusion), snezhnaya, bow, 10th of the fatui harbingers
'the jester' as they call him, nakakita yuma is a menace in every sense of the word — a man whose past and age remains a mistake to all those around him, even the tsaritsa herself. he joined the ranks of the fatui harbingers without any grand political goals, without any at all actually. what drove him to take up the position was the freedom to explore and pursue whatever interests him with a financial stability that commoners could only dream of. he's been dispatched to most of tevyat's nations and has caused mayhem in all of them — just for fun, as he claims. but maybe the disdain with which he looks at the god's statues points to a different reason behind his behavior.
he doesn't care about the potentially lethal drawbacks which his pyro delusion could bring, using it freely on a regular basis, changing freely between the power granted to him by the gods and the manmade, much stronger one. although quite resistant to its negative effects, you can still see the results of its usage on his body — scars and burns running along his arms and a single scar on his right cheek. now, having mastered his powers, he utilizes his bow to use both of them at once, his trusty weapon accompanying him everywhere he goes.
the other fatui harbingers have mixed opinions about him and his methods, and yet they have chosen to just agree to disagree instead of holding any hidden animosity towards one another. that doesn't stop him from taking digs at his coworkers here and there — with his most common victims being the rooster and the doctor, who seems to be the least favorite amongst his fellow harbingers. yuma's behavior can often be seen as childish and inappropriate for someone of his rank, but he never cares about it much; his pranks will never end, especially if it's zandik who falls victim to them, knowing the tsaritsa prohibits any actual fights breaking out between the fatui harbingers.
ASAKURA JO <𝟑 .ᐟ
cryo vision, inazuma, polearm, yashiro commission
as one of the leaders of the yashiro commission and an adoptive sibling to the other two heads, asakura jo seems to be the most reserved one out of the three — usually taking charge of whatever is going on behind the scenes of the festivals and cultural events ran by the commission. had it been his way, he wouldn't have to take part in it at all: but nonetheless, he always fulfills his duties without a single complaint. what he can control, though, are his public appearances, which he makes sure to be few and far between. crowds aren't his favorite place to be, and neither are any important gatherings — he usually opts to just stay out of things, adding his input only when necessary.
he'd much rather spend his time on his own, which is why he can often be seen outside of the yashiro commission building surrounded by nature. his weapon is always close at hand — a beautiful, nicely polished polearm sitting at a length slightly bigger than his height, perfect for any unwanted encounter with treasure hoarders or monsters nearby. a lot of his alone time consists of thinking: his insecurities regarding his personality and position run deep, always resurfacing when there's nothing he could busy himself with. he overthinks every little decision he has to make on behalf of the commission as if one wrong move could alter their reputation, always thinking of ways to improve the way he presents himself to the staff and the other commission's representatives.
only thing capable of getting his mind off of things is drawing — his sketchbook always attached to his belt in a small bag, right next to where his vision sits. not many people have been able to get a glance of his drawings, but those who did praise his artistic skills greatly. if only he knew that that praise doesn't only apply to his drawings — many have praised his organization and planning of the events handled by the yashiro commission, he's just never there to hear it firsthand.
SHIGETA HARUA <𝟑 .ᐟ
anemo vision, nod-krai, bow, frostmoon scions
found on the outskirts of a fatui research facility at a young age and taken in by the frostmoon scions, harua's upbringing has not been easy — being given away to freely experiment on by his parents in exchange for money from the second of the fatui harbingers, the doctor, has left a permanent scar on his soul. all he yearned for was freedom and a stop to the violence he was subjected to in the name of 'science'. he eventually got it; but only when dottore got bored of his research subjects, thrown away and discarded with the other kids who managed to stay alive.
the frostmoon scions saved him from a sure death: a sick, malnourished child left alone with nothing to his name, only a vision appearing on his coat seemingly out of thin air. ever since then, he has become a devoted believer of the moon goddess — trusting that it was her, the moon maiden kuutar herself, who led her followers to find him. he looks up to the leader of the scions, moonchanter lauma, with the utmost respect, spending most of his time either by her side or wandering alone. he makes sure to carry his trusted bow wherever he goes — a weapon he rarely needs to utilize, but which nonetheless proves to be helpful in times of need. it's a perfect choice for harua, too: a bow means distance, and the further the enemy is from him, the safer he feels.
his trust is not easily earned — though friendly and polite, he maintains a reserve which he clings onto like a shield, a way for him to protect himself from any more harm being inflicted on him. once you manage to win him over, though, you're sure to have a lifelong friend you can put your trust in: he values those around him more than he initially shows, and he's always ready to help them when in need. who knows, you might even get to see him smile in your presence — a sight so rare it has only been seen by a selected few.
TAKAYAMA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ
pyro vision, natlan, claymore, people of the springs
living along the shores of the toyac springs, most of taki's life consists of surfing, playing with the koholosaurus and making sure no abyssal anomalies are disrupting the peace of the tribe he lives in. although simple, he greatly enjoys the leisure time his life provides him with — using it to have as much fun as he possibly can. ever the social butterfly, he's well known around all tribes of natlan; always the life of the party, the first one to bring out the drinks and make the night worth remembering. his life goal is simple — to enjoy everything to its fullest extent while also making sure that those around him can enjoy themselves too.
he doesn't quite remember when the pyro vision appeared on his belt — but what he does know is that the powers prove to come in handy whenever he stumbles upon monsters on his many journeys around natlan or whenever the people of his tribe need help. the claymore he wields, although made of heavy, sturdy material, seems light in his hands, the boy wielding it with unbelievable ease. each swing of the greatsword seems like light work for taki, who has owned the weapon ever since it was passed down from his father to him. it has led him to victory in many battles throughout his life, including the pilgrimage of the return of the sacred flame — and serves as a memory of his home whenever he's away, a reminder of the people who love him back home.
although skilled in battle, he has proven himself to be quite the reckless traveler, somehow always getting himself in trouble wherever he goes, not to mention when he crosses the border of natlan and sumeru to visit his friends in other nations. but that comes with its advantages, too — not only does he manage to exit the fights without a scratch, he also finds a surprising amount of treasure chests around tevyat, the amounts of mora assigned to his name impressive for an ordinary person like him.
HIROTA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ
pyro vision, snezhnaya (residing in fontaine), sword, house of the hearth
one of the many wonders to come out of the house of the hearth, maki has joined the orphanage back when it was still ran by the previous knave, crucabena. surviving those traumatic years has resulted in him living to see the head of the orphanage change — a change which he believes to be the reason for all the growth and improvement not only in his battle skills, but also many other aspects. as one of the most trusted in the house of the hearth, maki's always ready and eagerly awaiting arlecchino's orders — a true parental figure in his eyes who he looks up to with complete trust and loyalty in his heart.
as a young child he didn't understand what was happening around him — his mind too small to comprehend the death of his birth parents, the loss and trauma that came along with it. what he always understood, however, was the passion burning deep inside of him: the passion to help, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves as well as the drive to always strive for more, always hone his skills and grow stronger and stronger. those were the traits which have summoned his vision — the flames on the gem burning as brightly as his ambitions. other kids always respected him greatly; although serious about his passions, he never lost his playful nature nor the smile which graced his face whenever he'd interact with his peers. he made sure to keep the serious persona separate from the one he showed to others, reserving the former for missions and meetings with father.
his sword has been a personal gift from father herself — perfect for his strong hands to wield, heavy and sharp on the edges with a tailor-made handle in a crimson red color. there's many rumors going around the orphanage regarding said gift; most common one being that the gift came with an offer to join the ranks of the fatui and act as arlecchino's spy. and although no one knows the full story, it would not be a surprise to anyone if he agreed — his loyalty to her is rooted deep within his heart, after all.
hihihi important question. which of the members do you think would be into making sex tapes 🤔
。ooou yeah… i like this question— a lot ~ yaho (- w - )ゞ
💭 cw : sex tapes, oral receiving, facial, reverse cowgirl, headlock, slight overstimulation mentioned, blow job, perverted behavior, + if i miss any lemme know.
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yuma
he’d be into sex tapes, having you ride him as he holds the camera as a pov type of thing. making sure the camera can hear the sounds that spill from his lips, whimpering hella loud— letting everyone know how good you feel around him. one hand holding the phone, the other guiding your hips as they bounce against his. your back arched curved into the camera's sight, nails fisting into the sheets. he'd stick the camera lower from time to time, capturing the slick dripping from your arousal.
harua
he gives “film me while i eat you out” — making sharp eye contact with the camera before going to town on you, his round eyes always falling back to the lens as his tongue laps at your cunt. he’d give a teasing look when you swore you couldn’t take more, hands fumbling the phone, thighs squishing and trembling with his head between them. he’d guide your trembling hands after you finished, letting the ending bits capture your cum covering his face. he giggle at your pathetic state but still a cutie and assists you afterward.
maki
he’d set up the phone facing the bed, making sure it captured all angles of him ruining you. he’d put you into a headlock as his hips snapped into you, whimpering into your ear, letting the filthy noises filter into the video. he’d also be into trying to make you moan as loud as he could, wanting to replay the tape on tour, get off to how pathetic and embarrassingly desperate you both were to finish.
jo
50/50– he gives quiet pervert… filming the way he fucks into the back of your throat. tears well in the corners, stinging in your eyes as you fit his size down your small mouth, hollowing your cheeks to let the veins drag against them. he listens to the audio of it after practice, never daring to play music, letting the slick sounds of your choking and whimpers carry him over until he gets home. just to fuck you with more intention and desperation than he could handle. a never-ending cycle of the paining tent that grew every drive home after work. mind buzzed with the heavy, raw lust to ruin you.
· fun fact : i wrote this half asleep the morning before seeing the blaze the way live, and basically i put jojo last minute.
the reason was because of rush— yeah… mr. FREAK— nobody can convince me otherwise— jojo is a big pervert who WOULD be into this, 100%— i need to spread this jo agenda more often… maybe full length of jo’s sometime 👀?
💭 please do steal me!!! i don’t have anything packed as of now… but that’s not how puppy-napping works anyway (*≧ω≦) my heart is fluttering like actually omg calling me mars + puppy… i think i found my kryptonite ~
i’m doing very well!!! i went to see the blaze the way stream earlier today and got ice cream after… very much needed break before cramming my discussions after ~
how are you doing my dear vivi~?? hope all is well~!!
yahooo~ hiii !!!! snooping around your account… i love the new theme!!! and also thought i might as well give you a kiss 𑙕 ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)! （ and a small gift of nico >w< ）
hellooo darling!! thank u for the kind words and the sweet kiss and the pink wenooooo, very much appreciated >< snoop all u want, i’ll bring u any treat and tea u like for ur stay here (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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