❝ MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY, WEAK... ❞
✧˚ · . . .When jealousy hits your partner and the aftermath through warm sheets and intimacy laced with love. (And possession).
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— featuring; Ayato, Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Flins, Kazuha, Neuvillete, Thoma, Wriothesly, Xiao, Zhongli
— 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕; nsfw/suggestive . fem!reader .
… a/n; hi hello!!! Omg it’s been so long since I’ve posted on tumblr and I finally have started to write again…mostly bc I made a tiktok acc for hc’s/oneshots and I can’t forget my roots—so obviously I’m posting them here too!! If you want to follow that acc on tiktok it’s kazuiiyo ! I most likely will post there more so than on tumblr, but I will post my favorite works here that are longer and just my favs, thank you!
Ayato can only uphold the mask of prosperity in public, but when that act can’t shy men away from you—he takes his troubles out in the best pleasures that leave you writhing till the morning.
His words draw on his silk cadence that sends a chill down your side—his hands working with your skin in a manner that switches between rough fondles and teasing caresses that leaves you frustrated with a heat burning between your legs.
“You draw too many eyes…that means I’ll have to make them catch something more remarkable.”
His teeth sink into your skin—tongue drawing around the skin that he marks between your chest to down your thighs, the mapping of his lips enough to tease your core and cause for the twitch of your hips. But ayato can’t have that, not when he’s been enduring so much—his hands stop your hips from thrusting up in hopes of any friction, and he holds you down until he’s satisfied with his work.
When your whimpers are enough to satisfy his needs—Ayato moves his face down between your legs as you beg for his length instead, but his fingers trace your folds with slow reverence that adds to the heat building up into clear slick that coats his fingers.
“This may take a while to fully quench your needs—but it’s me who makes come undone right?”
Before you can answer—his breath fans over your inner thighs, a wet heat licking a long strip along your arousal. It’s meant to draw out every sound you can produce—even the filth that can be heard as he feast below.
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Albedo knows he has nothing to fret when it comes to competition—yet the itch to prove his worth comes when he creates a vast array of vials with substances that are meant to show you what pleasures only he can unlock.
Your body lays against the table—a manner that makes albedo think of his experiments that he conducts with precision and accuracy, such as the testing his fingers have been doing on you to mark the reactions you give.
“It’s seems you’re…producing more than regular. Though that makes for better performance yes?”
You try to answer but all you can force out is a breathless moan, mind fuzzy with heat and humidity that tempts your body with the intensity that needs to be controlled immediately. Otherwise you feel like you’ll go insane.
“Bedo…please—“
“Shh…I’ll please you with my testing soon enough. I want to follow through with the order of my…findings.”
You soon find out that you can’t keep quiet at all—a cooling gel being applied to the most sensitive parts of your body, Albedo watching your reactions as he rubs it against the skin, watching ever twitch you give and soon moving below towards your legs.
When you believe Albedo will finally give in, the tent in his pants obvious from the everlasting touch he gives you should tick his desire to unlock—but Albedo doesn’t forget the events of the day early on, his way of making you remember that your his in his own unique way.
No one else would truly bend and operate your body with reactions that couldn’t be done without Albedo and his imaginative mind.
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You’re glaring.”
“Me? Yeah no.”
But Tartaglia’s words seemed to deepen as he eyes the man walking away—his body stiff with the simple yet sharp words he spat at him in such a way that could only be fitting of a Fatui with clear possession.
Getting home should be simple—but you seemed to have teased Tartaglia to his wits end that your body is pretzeled while he pounds into you with heavy groans that fall beside your ears.
“That’s it…fuck.”
You can’t even talk back with the constant pressure he applies, your thighs starting feel the constant slaps each thrust gives. Your moans don’t last long to be heard because of his lips capturing them with quick movements—tongue dancing with yours as he moans into your mouth while rubbing each spot that makes your back arch more.
“See pretty—I don’t shy away from…ha…anything when it comes to our bodies…”
You can’t only respond with your nails dragging against his back—marks of red streaming down like rain on his once pale back as Tartaglia messes with your body and mind, all to prove his point of being the man who gets to claim you like this each night.
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Diluc is ready to head home, sink into the comfort of his bed with you nestled beside him, until he sees an annoyance of blue hair chat you up as if he doesn’t notice the glare Diluc gives—and in response a compliment is thrown your way by Kaeya making you blink.
As you bathe, Diluc can’t help himself from staring at the papers his desk carries, a crevice between his brows as he thinks back to Kaeaya’s smirk that tugs at his lips whenever he manages to tick Diluc off—though the door opens and a warmth is emitted as you step out with a towel hugging your frame.
You smile softly, and Diluc’s eyes soften with a tenderness that can only be obtained through you and any thought that makes him think of you.
His frustration forms into something deeper—his heart almost aching as he stands up and stands in front of you, hands itching to press you against him without the worry of another seeing you like this. Even if he knows your heart is his.
“You’re frowning.”
“…I didn’t want to make it obvious.”
The warmth from his mouth makes you smile, and you take the initiative to press yourself against Diluc—his armsimmediately encompassing you with a soft groan.
His hands find the exposed skin of your back and traces gently around the soft and damp skin, the smell of your shampoo causing his stomach to bubble with memories of nights where you two would share heat as the water streamed down your skin.
At the thought, Diluc’s ears flush with red and you catch notice—your lips curling with a newfound excitement as he clears his throat. His gaze averts for a moment, and you take the opportunity to undo the tie that holds the towel to your skin, making it drop to the ground.
Diluc watches and his eyes widen, but before he can ask for your reasons—you take his hands and place them to your side while meeting his gaze.
“The bed is just waiting for us, don’t you think?”
With your words, Diluc swallows hard and that feeling from before finally becomes clear as desire—and his hands don’t shy from touching your skin with the warmth of his fingertips pleasuring your entrance as he finally lays you on the bed.
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Flins himself is enough to keep outsiders from holding contact for too long—though that doesn’t necessarily apply to you when you stay by his side. It doesn’t make him upset, no, he understands why gazes are drawn towards you. Yet he can’t deny the need to see this through, your body the catalyst for his acts.
“At times I still can’t fathom that you’re whom I get to cherish like this. I wouldn’t have it any other way…”
His words spill with adoration as his chest presses against yours, fingers intertwined as thrust deeply against your warmth—his movements meant to savor your body, while showing he’s who can sheath himself inside you with force that no other can do.
Though his fingers dig deeper into your skin, as if they may disappear from his view—so as his hold tightens, his thrust grow more desperate to hear the moans that you bury between the sheets.
Flins slows down for a moment, his length buried deep within your core as he cradles your cheek—eyes lidded with the warmth that resemble the flame he carries, now that fire shown through skin to skin worship.
“Let me hear you, you shouldn’t shy your desire when I wish to make it everlasting.”
And when you moan between his lips—Flins accepts this as an invitation to grow the heat between you two, legs moving so you two are locked into each other’s hold, eyes holding the gaze you give with clear longing and passion.
As the night wears on—Flins treasures your body like the trinkets he holds with such tenderness, that sentiment now to your body and mind.
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Kazuha is hard to depict with feelings of jealousy—because even with other stares that are given he speaks in agreement towards them—words complimenting you with words of poetry that makes the outsider halt, almost embarrassed by the competition at hand. Or maybe it’s the harsh winds picking up in their face.
“Can’t write?”
“…no. It’s more like…I’m trying to capture a new sense of intimacy with this one.”
The paper in hand is blank with scribbles of ink that seem to have no true substance—at least to Kazuha. Something clear missing in his Haiku of the warmth that indulges in his soul and being, wanting to write of his devotion with perfection so it holds truth for eternity.
“Maybe a break will help.”
“…I think it would.”
You thought a break would include cuddling or a moment of peace—but Kazuha strips you with slow reverence as he plants kisses along the skin that becomes exposed each time, occasionally drawing his tongue around your skin wishing to hear your voice of need.
When Kazuha reaches your thighs, he pushes them up making you let out a soft gasp—the position now clear with intent as his cheek presses against your inner thigh.
“Now…I feel as if I have the words embedded in my head—but I need more…”
“More…?”
“You know what I mean love.”
Your heart knows—and your body knows with the throb given between your legs. Taking your reaction into account—you can only flutter your eyes shut as Kazuha embarks upon the wetness of your core while endearments are whispering between each breath he takes.
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It’s easy for people to converse with the kindhearted Thoma—it would be hard to not smile after such an interaction with him. But difficulties aren’t sparse, and it hits like a blow to his heart when it’s a means of trying to sway you. As if such attitude would ever capture your heart. Yet even with his trust in you—it’s hard to not feel disturbance in his heart.
Thoma seems to let this affect his momentum of helping you bake—whipped cream coating the side of lips and somehow on the collar of his neck, you can only give a fond smile as you place the bowl down and hold his hand.
“You’re distracted…”
“Am I? Sorry…”
He gives a bashed smile—but you can see the strain it carries as though it’ll fall immediately.
Your lips press against his, before you lick the sweet substance that stained them from the testing and tasing of the treat you were going to prepare—Thoma can only let out a startled gasp as his fingers twitch with feverish intensity.
“I-I could have just wiped that off…”
“…where’s the fun in that?”
Your sultry smile cracks something in Thoma—and he swallows hard as his throat goes dry and his body taut with a high he wants to give into.
His fingers dip into the bowl of whipped cream—and he draws a small line down your collar, heading towards the crevice between your chest with flushed cheeks, before he meets your gaze.
“…well I should repay the favor for you.”
His voice is soft yet his actions speak louder— tongue drawing hot licks to where his fingers please, an even sweeter taste being served to his tongue.
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For Neuvillete, jealousy becomes sensitivity to his heart—thus the gentle sparks of clouds forming and droplets of rain slow, but apparent. You don’t notice until you leave work—the sky gloomed with an ache that makes you hurry home with strong determination.
When you see the heavy tension that engulfs Neuvillete’s back, you feel a tug on your heart as you walk towards him and wrap your arms around him. He stiffens from surprise—but he immediately lets out a heavy breath that seems to have been lifted from your touch.
“You’re back…”
“And you’re upset. The clouds are forming…”
He can only let out a sharp sigh, before Neuvillete grasp your hand and turns to face you, hand coming to rest against the plush of your cheek. His eyes carry a heavy gaze, and they soften even with the crease between his brows.
“…It still troubles me—yesterday the…interaction you had.”
Oh. So that was it. Your expression softens and you slowly shift to Neuvillete’s lap, making his ears twitch ever so slightly. They flush with a soft hue of red, and you give a gentle smile that makes him pull you in with a soft grunt.
“Stay—I need you.”
His words carry a tender warmth, and you stay in Neuvillete’s hold that is just close proximity—until his hands begin to undo your clothing with slow, steady hands tracing against each pattern of exposed skin that comes to view.
That touch soon melds into kisses that suck gently on the skin, leading to your soft sighs and body arching into his chest—a wet pop heard when he moves to a new patch.
“…let me bask in your warmth…I’ll mark you with the most tender devotion.”
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With the fortress holding most of Wriothesly’s time—it’s not as though he doesn’t think of you outside, and if any advances are thrown by men who believe they have a chance.
Though it becomes true when he finally has time to spend with you by his side—and right in front of his face, the man grins as though he doesn’t notice the tightened grip Wriothesly has around your waist. It drags on awkwardly on your end, already sensing the annoyance that comes from the man beside you.
The irritation doesn’t leave even as night draws near—which makes you tilt your head as your fingers draw against his chest where hot droplets of water fall by.
“…You’re still upset about that huh?”
“About what?”
“That man.”
Wriothesly almost scoffs at that, but a low huff comes out instead as he grasp your wrist gently making you blink.
“Come here.”
You step close—even if the shower is already closing in on you two already, Wriothesly uses the water to his advantage pressing your wet bodies together with a soft groan.
Slippery touches can only lead to using the glass as a surface—your gasp at the cold surface quickly quiets as Wriothesly pushes himself inside, his length enough to warm you up.
If he were to take you on the bed or any surface that isn’t slippery you would get the hard, quickening thrust of a pent up man—yet the water makes everything slippery, especially when moving in and out of your heat. The slaps echo through the room as your handprint is left behind on the glass, evidence of your desires being made in the humidity of the shower.
When the moans and rasp grow louder—you feel the light pain that Wriothesly causes from his fingers digging deep into your skin, his attempt of holding you against the glass even with the water proving difficult. Those would later be strong marks of your wet experience with his jealousy finally coming out—and in.
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It’s been silence since you’ve rested by Xiao’s side—almost awkward as you cast glances toward his face but he only stares ahead with furrowed brows. If anything he doesn’t look upset—no, never at you. But like the world has brought him a problem that he can’t fix.
“…Look at me Xiao.”
As if he almost hesitates, Xiao turns to face you with his gaze cast down. But he’s still looking your way. Kinda.
“You’re upset.”
“Me? I’m not.”
“…Right.”
You don’t press further, but you do press with touch instead. Your hand rest on his thigh and you lean over with your knee between his legs—a choked gasp leaving his lips.
“What are you—“
You can only grin softly as you watch the bob of Xiao’s throat, and you have an idea of what may have caused his body so much trouble.
“You’re jealous. That man from earlier…”
Before you can even finish, a snarl leaves Xiao’s lips that confirms your suspicions. And he finally gives in through touch, his hands clenching around your fabrics as if they’ll ground him from the world’s troubles.
The close contact only serves him to make his tension clear, hands going to your back to stabilize you when your hand works with his chest, leading to a shaky gasp leaving his lips.
You can feel the tension from Xiao’s being become a hard press against your thighs—so you grind down as he bites his lip even if no one else will hear his sounds.
“Y-You’re—ugh…”
Xiao can’t put the words together, and instead of fumbling up even more—he wraps his arms around you with a tight embrace that makes you stop, your warmth against his in a moment of silence. The contact dear to your heart as you hear Xiao sigh into your chest, lips pressing against the exposed skin before he plants a bosom kiss.
“…keep going. I need this.”
With his voice so low and soft—you could never not comply to his commands. The night vulnerable to you and his innermost acts of intimacy.
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It’s almost difficult to catch the wrath or any sentiment of anger from a man like Zhongli—or at least for it to appear that way.
He doesn’t comment on the merchant’s attitude, but the close proximity as if you two were acquaintances says volumes of his inappropriate demeanor. Zhongli can only calmly press his hand gently against your side when the merchant speaks more of his jewels, though they can’t compare to the luxuries he shows you through the start and finish of each day.
“Just focus on me…on everything I’m giving you…”
You’re submerged in the fire Zhongli rises from his chest behind your back—arms wrapped around your waist as his hips move with a force so deep you feel your stomach full with each stroke, your head buried in the soft pillows that carry your moans and breaths of ecstasy.
His lips press against the back of your shoulders, tracing every spot that may carry a freckle or blemish that comes with proof of your growth—his hot breath fanning beside your ear as his fingers slowly rub at your lips, as if urging you to take them in.
“Z-Zhong…li…please—“
“You can beg for more if you want. I’ll give you everything.”
You feel the fastened pass of his hips alternating between slow and steady, to deep and hard to the point of your body digging deeper into the sheets. You feel the heat of it all haze your brain with oblivion—and the second length that hits your thighs.
“You can take more right?”
Though no answer is needed—because Zhongli knows your body is accustomed to his and the lengths he holds when it comes to nights of intense activity. Besides, he’s the only one who can give you both at the same time.