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angelltheninth · 2 months
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thinking about perv!ayato kamisato who gets turned on by the most innocent things😩and touch starved reader who loves it
In my head he's touch-starved too. A perfect match.
Pairing: Ayato Kamisato x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, being needy, arousal at a bad time, cunnilingus, implied blowjob, danger of getting caught, being touch-starved, desperate sex
A/N: Always glad to see more Ayato enjoyers.
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Easily aroused Ayato hides his arousal really well when he's in front of people other then you. Nothing but the blush on his pale cheeks gives it away but he's always ready with an excuse, chalking it up to either the warm weather or him having a slight fever from working too hard. The real reason isn't so innocent, well not to him, even it was just you pressing your body against his arm.
Easily aroused Ayato used to be embaressed by getting an erection every time you'd run your hand down his chest. If it ventured even slightly below his navel it would cause his cock to stir against his pants. Being so close there was no way for him to hide it, to deny the effect you had on him without meaning to.
Easily aroused Ayato kisses you while cuddling and simultaneously grinding against you, trying to release the tension in his pants. He knows you're more flustered then he is so he won't make you admit how much you like this. You love the effect you have on him, even though you'd never admit it to him, but he really wishes you would tell him you feel as good as he is.
Easily aroused Ayato is ashamed as he comes in his pants from the slightest of squeezes and traces of your hand. Cupping him over his pants while he's working at his desk is quite cruel of you, he has important things to do and you... you're just distracting him, not even going all the way. He can barely even feel your touch it's so light, but it's enough to make him come.
Easily aroused Ayato pushes you onto the floor as his lust gets the better of him, your legs pinned and spread open as he eats your pussy. Fuck, he wanted to taste you all day, the taste of your pussy still lingered on his tongue from the night before. It was driving him mad and now he could finally hear your sweet moans replicated for him.
Easily aroused Ayato gets an erection when you're resting your head on his lap. Just the visual, the closeness of your mouth in relation to his cock, even though it's clothed, get's him going. This is the position you're usually in after a long day so he will gladly put on a show for you by fucking his hand while you watch.
Easily aroused Ayato flushes a deep pink when he's on a date with you, enjoying some a good meal at a restaurant and your foot grazes his high. It wasn't intentional at first but you see the state he's in, you see how he's shifting, adjusting his pants and looking around nervously. The erection won't go away unless you do something about it, perhaps under the table, keeping your mouth busy until the next course arrives.
Easily aroused Ayato grinds against your ass or your clothed pussy, depending on if you're facing him while you're sitting on his lap or not. He knows you can feel every time his cock twitches against you, how hot he is, even though his pants. Pants that will be thrown out of the way soon if you keep moaning like you currently are.
Easily aroused Ayato wonders how is he supposed to resist fucking your perfect pussy when you're tempting him all day every day and pretending to be be innocent. There's nothing innocent in the way you kiss his neck, or in the way you look down at him, like you're expecting to see movement but looking away too quickly to see anything happen. You're teasing him, and sooner or later he will pay you back for it.
Easily aroused Ayato needs to fuck you more then he needs to take his next breath. He almost forgets to in fact, too in awe of how lewd your cunt sounds when his cock and balls thrust to meet it. When he's in this aroused state he can't bring himself to think of anything other then fucking you, touching you and making you moan his name.
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dollwrites · 5 months
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Doll my beloved I am PLEADING for a dizzy drabble featuring possessive!Kamisato Ayato, possibly with some VERY light degradation, in honor of Ayato’s gacha return
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— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!
all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience
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“What did I tell you, hm?” Ayato’s voice was as soft as silk and much too steady, it was almost unnerving. “I don’t like it when you leave the estate. You draw too much attention to yourself; too many eyes gawk at your beauty.” with a gentle touch, his slender digits trace the veins in your neck upwards, until the warmth of his glove-clad fingertips tilts your chin upwards. coaxing you to crane your neck and look up at him as he fucks you from behind. when your eyes meet his, his hips buck forward to slam against yours in a deep, meaningful thrust. as if claiming your insides. “That beauty— is off limits to anyone else.”
there’s a finality in his voice, as if you were and always would be his property.
“S—sorry, sir.” you whine, breathless with your eyelids fluttering. Miss Ayaka asked if I would—“
“Do you belong to my sister?” Ayato questioned, a thin brow arching. the corner of his lip twitched, and his free hand grasped the edge of the desk that you were bent over. “Or, do you belong to me?”
your toes just barely ghost against the floor, and you can feel your panties discarded there, having been shimmied all the way down, and then shook off to the rhythm of his punishing thrusts.
“I…” you gasp, feeling his fingers tighten on your jaw, as if ready to squeeze if you gave him the wrong answer. “Y—you, master!”
“So,” another deep stroke, and you could feel him pulsating inside you, his throbbing veins rubbing your twitching canal raw. it makes you mewl, but the pathetic sound is drowned out by his next question, “do you do what she says? Or, do you do what I say?”
“W—what you say, ah!”
Ayato seems pleased enough by your answer, or perhaps the fervent manner in which your cunt clenches around him, because he moans, soft and happy. and a rosy tint begins to tickle his cheeks. “That’s right.” he whispers, palm pressing against your cheek. “But you should’ve come to that conclusion sooner, silly little sweetling.” a light slap to your fleshy cheeks temporarily stuns you, the sting prickling in the shape of his hand. “Because now, I’ll have to remind you what you are.” another slap, this time a bit harder, and you close your eyes against the impact, biting down on your lip as you feel the hand on the desk grasp your hip instead, pulling you into a growing and furious tempo that you know would turn into ruthless fucking in a matter of moments. you take several ragged breaths and scramble on the desk to try and dampen the overwhelming sensations that flood your body. “A pretty, but simple set of holes. For myself alone to indulge. Never forget that, sweetling. If I weren’t here to pump you full, you would have no other purpose.” with that, he gives you a startlingly soft kiss on your temple.
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moonsaver · 2 months
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Ayato is the most efficient student council member you've met.
Or really.. he's the only student council member you've met.
Thoma was the one who introduced you both to each other. He always borrowed your staplers, pencils, highlighters, post-it notes, and ran off in a hurry. At some point, he decided it was only fair he introduced who he borrowed them for.
Ayato was polite, if not.. suspiciously so. The council room was empty for the most part, the air conditioning keeping it cool and almost making you sleepy. The piles of paper you'd seen beside Ayato's right hand seemed to be miraculously halved by the time Thoma placed the teacups, his hand working at an incredibly fast pace, but his handwriting beautiful nonetheless.
And he continued to be polite after school. While leaving he would nod at you, smiling in acknowledgement and offers to walk you home from time to time, since both of you were going in the same direction. His work was wrapped up fairly early that day too, so for once, he was able to leave at the same time most other students did.
And that was how you found out he lives in the same neighborhood as you. A few blocks away but.. still quite close.
He made an effort to make conversation, mentioning his sister who was in the same grade as you, the general colors of highlighters he prefers, flavors of boba he'd tried, and your own preferences. Eventually you two had to split off into your own directions.
You didn't expect the walks to become so frequent, however.
Somehow, despite the Student Council being almost desperately understaffed and overworked, he always managed to complete his work on time, right before school ended. You saw him more and more often, almost every day of the week, standing at the gate.
It didn't help that Thoma was practically thrown under the bus with any leftover, menial tasks Ayato decided to generously lend over to him, meaning you and Ayato were the only ones walking back home. It also didn't help that Ayato seemed desperate to get closer, walking so close that his shoulder or elbow constantly grazed yours, his hand would gently hold your elbow to guide you along, his eyes would linger far too long on your face.
At some point, he started keeping you around in the council room if he was unable to finish his work. Sometimes the pile would be too burdensome for Thoma alone. He would gently push you down into the chair by a firm grip on your shoulder, his cool breath fanning the back of your head as he slightly leans down to tell you to relax. It's just him. You should also catch up on your homework. Besides, isn't this arrangement better? If you have any questions, just ask him. Hm? Thoma? Well.. he's running that errand from yesterday, time runs so fast! You can't blame him. Unfortunately, time just couldn't go any faster for you. The quiet, tense ticking of the clock in the room only agitated you further, as you were kept there for longer and longer, almost hours after school ended.
Ayato always promised you he would compensate for it.
As for now, let him walk you back home. There's been thieves running rampant in these parts, so let him ensure your safety. Oh, you must not have finished your homework either, right? How about he stay for another hour or so to help you? It's alright your parents aren't home – even better, really. It's quite dangerous coming home alone. It's always better to have company.
The smile he gave you finally reached his eyes for once, a charming crinkle right under it, drawing your attention to the small mole.
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osaemu · 6 months
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KAMISATO AYATO: BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!
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.ೃ࿐ modern!au: you run into your ex-best friend's brother after a long time
contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns. ayaka's a little ooc. this was supposed to be 800 words but ended at over a thousand..
author's note: comm'd by @/kruinka, thanks for the trade!!
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"shit, i'm so sorry—"
you look up sheepishly at the man in front of you, wincing when you see the dark, coffee-scented stain on his crisp white shirt. your face burns in embarrassment as you trip over your words, coming to a halt when you see his face.
a name registers in your brain, but you don't actually connect it to him until he clears his throat and starts to speak. "ah, don't worry about it. i have a lot of these shirts," he says awkwardly. 
kamisato ayato.
your ex-best friend's older brother.
ayato tilts his head, soft blue eyes surveying the brown liquid dripping down his chest before looking at you. thankfully, there's no sign of recognition in his face as he offers you a comforting smile. "really, there's no need to look that horrified. you're fine."
"i'm so sorry," you mumble, setting the half-empty coffee cup on a table nearby before snatching a couple napkins and stiffly handing them to ayato. "i should go."
you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and start turning around before he calls "wait," essentially forcing you to stay back. ayato studies your flustered expression intently, and unfortunately, luck doesn't seem to be on your side today.
"you're my sister's friend, right?" he asks, looking down at you thoughtfully. you bite the inside of your cheek and force yourself to shrug. it'd be rude to leave now, especially since ayato's made that connection between you and his sister.
he dabs one of the napkins on his shirt, but it only makes the brown spread from his shirt to the cuff of his sleeve. you curse profusely in your head, but common courtesy forces you to take another napkin and help him out.
"so," ayato continues, "what did that mean?"
you pause, looking up at him with a confused look on your face. ayato smiles ruefully and clarifies, "why'd you shrug?"
shit.
"oh," you say nonchalantly, busying yourself with folding another napkin and soaking the coffee from his shirt into it. "nothing."
"really," ayato deadpans, slipping his hands into his pocket. "am i supposed to believe that?"
"really!" you insist, pressing the napkin into his chest a little harder than you meant to.
the truth was that it wasn't nothing — in fact, far from it. you and ayaka had a pretty bad falling out, and worst of all, it was over him. 
just under a year ago, you had offhandedly told another friend that you sort-of liked ayaka's brother (even though he was older than you by a couple years). it wasn't supposed to be a big deal, but of course, word got around that you found you had a crush on your best friend's brother. naturally, ayaka was pissed, but in your eyes, it wasn't a big deal and it wasn't even a real crush.
but rumors change stories, and what once was said to be a crush was now viewed as true love. people told ayaka that you wanted to marry her brother, and as word got around more and more, the stories just kept getting worse.
you never did find out if ayato heard the rumors. maybe ayaka told him, or maybe she didn't see the need to bother her big brother with matters as trivial as you.
"it doesn't look like it was nothing," ayato presses, a soft lilt of amusement coating his words. "tell me, pretty please? i'd love to get some dirt on my little sister."
ayato grins, widening his eyes playfully as he begs you to tell him. "c'mon, you just ruined my shirt. the least you can do is tell me what happened between you and my sister."
you shake your head, and ayato groans stubbornly. "you owe me," he tries, but you still don't reply. "please? it can't be that bad."
"oh, it's bad," you say dryly, flicking two soiled napkins into a nearby trash can. "i wouldn't want to ruin your opinion of me this soon."
ayato scoffs, removing his hand from his pocket and grabbing your chin. a little hm? escapes from your lips, and it makes ayato laugh. he eyes you pleadingly, and although you know enough about him to know that this is all just a means to an end, your heart still skips a beat at the way his cool fingers grasp at your skin.
"what are you—"
"tell me," he breathes, cutting you off as he leans in teasingly. ayato knows exactly what he's doing, and the way he sees it, there's no reason why he can't make his sister's friend (or not) blush just a little. it's cute, really, the way your breath catches in your throat. and maybe the way he can practically see the gears turning in your head makes him smile.
"ayato," a familiar voice calls from the coffee shop doorway. "what's taking you so lo— what is going on?!"
you stumble back from ayato, eyes widening in surprise at the all too familiar voice of your ex-best friend. ayaka pauses for a second, surveying the scene before narrowing her ice-blue eyes at you. 
"so, ayato," she says, resting both of her hands on her hips. ayaka turns to her brother and glares at him. "wanna explain why you're flirting with her?"
ayato laughs and gestures at the coffee-colored stain on his shirt before turning to you and offering an apologetic smile. "looks like i'm the one who should get going. we should do this again sometime."
he waves bye, and you nod in response. ayaka gives you a suspicious look before looping her arm in her brother's and sweeping him away. they gradually fade into the distance, and you eventually leave.
a couple hours later, you recieve a text.
hey it's ayato, got your number from ayaka
you wanna treat me to boba tmrw? then you can tell me everything ;)
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berrygrls · 29 days
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ayato kamisato w/ puppygirl! hybrid! reader.
warnings: MDNI!! oral (male receiving), head pushing, choking, spanking, tail pulling, dom!ayato, sub!reader, brat taming, degradation, cum mentions, fem!reader
૮ ིྀ◞ ◟ ྀིა♡ likes, and reblogs are much appreciated!
please do not, copy, or repost my work.
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ayato with a loyal little puppy hybrid gf that likes sitting at his feet whilst he works. 
ayato with a needy little puppy girl that sometimes may get a bit too needy and becomes a bit of a brat.
ayato who flips you over his lap and pulls your tiny sleeps short off and spanks your ass till it’s red, pulling at your fluffy tail a little.
ayato who makes you get on your knees in between his legs and lick him up, but how he wants, slowly, infuriatingly slow, you shove it down your throat.
ayato who pushes your head onto his pretty long cock and makes you choke on it.
“you wanted to be a greedy little bitch no? then take it, and if i see a single drop of my cum come out of your mouth, you’re not cumming for 3 days, understood?”
BERRYGRLS 2024, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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august126 · 7 months
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Does my Pet Want a Treat ;3
-characters: Childe,Ayato, and Gorou
-warnings:Smut,Knotting,Scenting,Possessive, Omegaverse and Dry Humping
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⠀ ─ ⊹ ⊱ Tartaglia - Puppy boy ⊰ ⊹ ─
He’s a bit feral, not that he means to be; Tartaglia just loves his owner and isn’t very good at containing his excitement. You’re his favourite person in the entire world and he doesn’t hesitate to let you know in the early mornings as you’re getting ready to leave the warmth of your shared bed and in the late evenings when you breeze through the front door smelling like strangers. He doesn’t like when you smell like anyone other than him, Tartaglia chokes and gags on the scent, his fluffy orange ears pressing against his head in displeasure.
His tail thumping wildly behind him as he snuggles up against your body, your sweet puppy intent on smothering you in his smell. It’s an easy task when you’re stripped down and splayed out before him, eager for his fat cock to stretch your aching hole out. You’re engulfed in his musky scent in mere minutes, his teeth and lips sloppily leaving hickeys and indents what ever sliver of exposed skin is closest.
You were his and only his, you shouldn’t smell of anything other than him.
So, every piece of you should reflect that. Some may have seen Tartaglia as possessive, but you thought it was cute how much your pretty puppy adored you. Sure, he’d growl at anyone who’s gaze lingered on you for a smidge too long, but you were just too addicted to how his knot filled you up to care.
・゜゜・.。・゚゚・・゚゚・。・゜゜・.。・゚゚・・゚゚・。・゜゜・.。・゚゚・・゚゚・。
─ ⊹ ⊱ Ayato - Kitty boy ⊰ ⊹ ─
Ayato is almost too pretty, with his narrow cerulean eyes that followed you’re every movement. Intimidating too, which made you feel foolish. He was your pet, the one you took in and cared for in all aspects and yet you felt like he held all the power. A regal air of authority surrounded him, despite the puffy tail that flicker happily whenever you spoiled him with a particularly expensive treat. That was why, it took almost no convincing for you to help you deal with his heat, rather than calling up your neighbour who had her a precious pet of her own.
Ayato wanted you, he craved to be the one thing that could get you to moan oh so sweetly each night; he hated that stupid vibrator of yours, he was jealous of the thing. You were already so apprehensive around him, so eager to please and be the best owner you possibly could— so to convince you the best way to care for him was by milking his cock and offering your cunt to him each heat cycle was only logical.
The first time he purrs in delight is when he finally gets a taste of you, his prickly tongue dripping with spit and your arousal, silky strands of hair spilled across your thighs as he suckled on your clit. It was then that you decided Ayato could have anything he wished for if it meant that you’d be the object of his affection. Lucky for you, your precious kitty was quite the cuddler once his balls were drained.
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:★
─ ⊹ ⊱ Gorou - Puppy boy (duh!) ⊰ ⊹ ─
Gorou hates being a puppy, loathes the pointy ears and fluffy tail he sports because no matter how hard he tries they always give away what he’s feeling inside. You can read him like a book, always drawing out the most embarrassing sounds when you scratch behind his ears or massage the spot above his tail while the two of you are cuddling. Gorou despises how easy it is for him to fall apart between your hands while you remained unphased no matter how many times you catch him humping your pillows and sniffing your worn panties. It infuriated him, each and every time you cooed at his “cute” visage chipping away at his pride. He didn’t want to be cute, Gorou wanted to be your mate, wanted you to see him as worthy. Gorou would make it his mission to have you just as enthralled with him as he was with you. And you were, he just didn’t see it amid the sea of insecurities he was lost in. Gorou didn’t realize when you’d leave your door open at night while you played with yourself that it was an open invitation for his company. He was far too busy trying to muffling his moans as he peered through the crack in the door to even notice that it was his name on your lips as you finger fucked yourself. It was frustrating— how the two of you toed on the line, too scared to cross it. Maybe if you showed him just how wet you got at the thought of his knot, he’d see that he was more than worthy for your affections.
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crystallinestars · 8 months
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Jealousy Headcanons Part 1
These headcanons got too long so I split them into two parts. Part 2 is here.
General headcanons on how the Genshin men react to seeing you being flirted with by a male acquaintance (Kaveh's a little different).
Content warnings: Kaveh's and Haitham's parts contain some mild nsfw, but nothing explicit.
Kaveh:
🍷 Kaveh gets jealous easily. When he sees your acquaintance flirt with you, Kaveh will walk over to you and hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist to show the other man that you’re taken. It will be very obvious that he’s jealous because Kaveh will subtly try to extract you from whatever conversation you’re having, and will pout and nag if you don’t leave. He’s not proud of his behavior, but he can’t help but want your attention on himself instead.
🍷 His jealousy can be triggered the most easily if you act too friendly with Alhaitham. There’s a fear in Kaveh’s heart that you’ll leave him for Alhaitham because the Scribe has everything that Kaveh doesn’t. Alhaitham has a house, stable income, is confident in his abilities, and overall is a nice man with an extraordinary intelligence. Meanwhile Kaveh is homeless, struggles to find work that he likes, is riddled with guilt and insecurities that he doesn’t want you to know about so as to not burden you or make himself look worse in your eyes. When he sees you getting closer with Alhaitham, he can’t help feeling awful at being jealous of his friend, but he can’t stop himself from still coming over and starting an argument with Alhaitham as a way of venting his emotions.
🍷 If his jealousy is particularly deeply rooted in his heart, it will take a lot for Kaveh to calm down. You will need to take him somewhere private and reassure him that you love only him with some affectionate words and gentle physical affection. A few kisses, gentle hugs, and sweet words do wonders for his aching heart, and he’ll hug you close, relieved and needy for your love. With time, he’ll grow to genuinely believe you won’t abandon him, but until then you’ll need to be patient and reassure him repeatedly that he's the only man you love. Kaveh loves you with his whole heart but he sometimes has trouble believing he’s truly lovable, so your patience and reassurance will prove vital to helping heal his deep-rooted insecurities.
🍷 If you don’t comfort him, then Kaveh might resort to sex to help him feel better. He’ll be more clingy and rougher than usual. While sex with him is usually very loving and gentle, when he’s jealous he can’t help but vent his emotions through a rougher lovemaking session, though he’ll still try his best to not hurt you or cause you discomfort. Jealous sex is also one of the few times he’ll want to take you from behind, with his chest pressed against your back while he wraps his arms around your waist, nipping at your shoulder and whispering that you’re his. Kaveh can also be a little meaner when he’s jealous, teasing you but not giving you release unless you beg for it.
Alhaitham:
🎧 Doesn’t get jealous easily. He’s very secure in your relationship and doesn’t mind you hanging out with other people in your spare time since he trusts you. However, if while in a relationship you try to get him jealous on purpose, he won’t take kindly to such antics. Alhaitham will punish you for your behavior, either via a humbling lecture criticizing your actions, or a prolonged session of edging and marking of your skin during sex. Neither case will be particularly pleasant for you, trust me.
🎧 The highest likelihood of him feeling jealous is during the pining phase before you two become a couple. Unbeknownst to him, Alhaitham developed feelings for you, and it puzzled him when he felt a burning resentment in his chest whenever he saw you chatting so care-freely with your flirtatious acquaintance. Something about the way you smiled at the other man made him wish you smiled like that at him instead. Alhaitham wanted your attention, but he didn’t understand why. The feeling of jealousy is a foreign one to him, and it takes him a while to figure out his emotions.
🎧 If your acquaintance says something too flirtatious or ignorant, Alhaitham will butt into the conversation and make the other party look like a fool. He’ll call out their inappropriate behaviour or correct their points, essentially putting the man on the spot and humiliating him. Alhaitham hates acting petty by trying to bring others down to make himself look better in your eyes. As a result, he will try to avoid you at first so his irrational emotions don’t get the better of him.
🎧 However, despite not interacting with you, the irritation in him doesn’t subside. If anything, it grows stronger the more he sees your acquaintance make moves on you. Alhaitham doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he does know that he wants your attention to be on him rather than your acquaintance. His bout of jealousy will help him figure out his romantic feelings for you, and prompt him to finally make a move to try and court you in his own Alhaitham way.  
Scaramouche:
☂️ When not in a relationship, Scaramouche would seethe when he sees your acquaintance flirting with you and stealing your attention. He won’t interfere because he doesn’t want to make a scene, but expect him to act like a brat the next time you hang out with him. He’ll talk bad about the other person, mentioning how mediocre and incompetent they are. He won’t admit he’s jealous, even to himself, but it doesn’t take much to figure out that he is.
☂️ He hates acting like a petulant child, but his jealousy brings out the worst in him. Scaramouche lost a lot of people close to him in the past, has been abandoned by his own mother, and the thought of you leaving him too scares him. It terrifies him so much that he’ll try to distance himself from you so as to not get hurt, but he wouldn’t be able to be apart from you for long. You’re too dear to him to cut you out of his life so easily.
☂️ Whether intentionally or not, if you continue to make him jealous then Scaramouche will reach a breaking point. He’ll stay by your side to keep an eye on the other person to make sure they’re not acting out of line. Any attempts to flirt with you will be intercepted by him, and he’ll quickly put the other person in their place with a few scathing remarks.
☂️ If the two of you are in a relationship, then Scaramouche won’t leave your side from the very beginning. A narrowing of his eyes and his arm around you are enough to get your acquaintance to back off. He’ll feel more confident in staking his claim on you than when you’re not in a relationship, and he’ll make use of his status as your boyfriend to scare other suitors away. He hates feeling jealous because the fear of losing you is front and center in his mind, and he’ll try to be a bit sweeter to you in the aftermath to hopefully convince you that he’s the only one you need.
Xiao:
👹 Jealousy is a foreign emotion to him. The first time he sees you being flirted with by another man, Xiao feels a fierce possessiveness fill him. He wants the other man to go away, but he’ll feel guilty about interrupting your conversation, so he makes himself scarce instead. Xiao tries to busy himself with killing demons to focus on something other than the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, but the memory of you smiling happily at someone else resurfaces in his mind, and a feeling of unease eats away at him.
👹 He won’t be able to stay away for long, and teleports back to find you to check if you’re still with the other person or not. Xiao remains hidden, watching your interaction with your acquaintance from afar, and feels conflicted. He can’t explain why it worries him so much to see you be so happy with someone else. He wants you to lead the life that makes you happiest, so his selfish desire to stay by your side makes him feel guilty. He feels like he’s undeserving of your kindness because he wants your attention on himself.
👹 Regardless of whether you’re in a relationship with him or not, Xiao’s guilt will push him away from you while his jealousy brings him right back. The tug of war in his heart will exhaust him until he finally confides in you. He explains what he’s feeling the best way he can, hoping you might have a solution. Xiao feels ashamed when you explain he’s jealous. He purses his lips and turns to face away from you, unable to look you in the eye. It will take a lot of work to let him know it’s normal to feel that way, and to reassure him that he has no reason to be jealous because you aren’t interested in your acquaintance.
👹 With careful coaxing and gentle reassurance, you’ll be able to make Xiao feel better about his guilt and jealousy. If anything, this instance will help the two of you grow closer and strengthen your relationship because it takes a lot of trust for Xiao to open up to you about his feelings and let you into his heart. If you let him, then after that moment, Xiao will stay by your side whenever anyone flirts with you, just to send the message that your heart is already taken.
Ayato:
🧋 Ayato’s jealousy is ugly, which is why he expertly masks it behind an amicable smile. Though his smile is bright, the feelings in his heart are dark. The sight of you smiling and chatting to your male acquaintance ignite a sick feeling in his stomach, and Ayato quickly intervenes. He inserts himself into your conversation, remaining polite and courteous as is expected of the head of the Kamisato clan, but your acquaintance can’t help but feel like something is off with Ayato. The Yashiro Commissioner’s smile is friendly but there’s also something unnerving about it.
🧋 Ayato won’t make any direct threats towards your acquaintance or let it show that he’s jealous. Instead, he’ll employ more covert tactics in crushing his opposition. While he’s chatting you and your acquaintance up, Ayato subtly places a hand around your waist or on your shoulder, tucks away a stray strand of your hair, and says something with a double entendre directed at you to fluster you. They’re little things that paint a picture of the two of you being close without Ayato having to say anything out loud. The message is clear—you’re Ayato’s. Even if you’re not in a relationship at the time, Ayato will still try to intimidate his competition and get them to give up on you because he doesn’t want t risk having you snatched away from him before he even had the chance to confess his feelings to you.
🧋 If the two of you are in a relationship, then Ayato will make his jealousy known. Once you two have a private moment, Ayato will tease you by lightly poking fun at you. It seems like lighthearted banter at first, but Ayato will have trouble stopping once he starts, unintentionally taking out his pain on you. He’s hurt and he can’t help but hurt you in return with his increasingly meaner teases. When you retaliate by calling him out on his behaviour, the Yashiro Commissioner won’t have any choice except to face his ugly jealousy and come clean to you. It won’t make up for his poor treatment of you, but he gives a genuine apology and expresses his sincere regret in hurting you, hoping you will forgive him for his mistakes.
🧋 Ayato will try his best to make it up to you and takes responsibility for his actions. He caresses your face gently in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours and apologizing for hurting you. Honestly, you’ve never seen the mischievous and cunning man look so guilty and remorseful before, but it’s just further proof of how much he regrets his childish antics. For as mature as he presents himself in front of the public of Inazuma and his retainers, Ayato is still a boy that had to grow up too fast. He sometimes can’t help but let down his perfect Kamisato Clan leader role and act like the boyish young man he is, but he knows when he’s gone overboard. He kisses your face, lips, and hands, a somber expression on his face that only melts away when you forgive him. Ayato hugs you tight, relieved that he hasn’t lost you. He promises to never let his jealousy get the better of him again since it nearly cost him the love of his life.
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frieschan · 1 year
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𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. // genshin men
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➳ character/s featured: ayato kamisato, diluc ragnvindr, tartaglia, zhongli x f! reader
➳ unrequested | scenario // fluff
➳ TW: not proof-read
➳ summary: you and said character have started growing close, finally they open up to you about their personal life.
➳ AN: sorry for disappearing! part 2 with thoma, kazuha, albedo, and xiao here
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—AYATO KAMISATO ; pillar of fortitude !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"ahh, the lady of the HIIRAGI clan. She is a very docile and graceful woman, she tends to be very efficient in her work which I am very thankful of. I admire her patience as well, in a recent work I've heard that a third-party intervened.. Let's just say they left with whispers of admiration about lady Hiiragi heheh"
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"ohh, my darling wife y/n.. you didn't know we were married? heheh, some things are just meant to be left unsaid until time is right. She is one of my greatest joys in life after a hard day at work. She always scolds me along with Ayaka whenever I overdo certain things.. What can I say? I'm a busy man after-all. I treasure her as much as I do with Ayaka, I'd fight heaven and hell over and over to protect them.. She doesn't deserve to be put against the dark abyss of this world, as her husband it is my duty to protect her.. Ahh I think I'm rambling, please forgive me."
AYAKA KAMISATO ; about Ayato's lover
"about y/n being my brother's wife? I'm so grateful that someone like her is around for my brother.. She always covers his blinds spots and takes care of him, he tends to be quite forgetful about his needs. She is like the older sister I never knew I needed.."
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—DILUC RAGNVINDR ; the dark side of dawn !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"y/n.. one of the very few people I can trust."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"There are very few people I trust with this information I hope you are smart, y/n is my fiance. Shocking? Me and her have always kept it a secret as a way to protect her from.. certain targetting. I tend to keep her away from Kaeya.. He can't be trusted with anything unlike y/n."
KAEYA ALBERICH ; about Diluc's lover
"oho? Diluc's fiance? She is indeed a treasure among Mondstadt.. She's the type to glow in a room full of people, very much the opposite of dear Diluc.. It never fails to amaze me just how he managed to be with a angel like her."
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—TARTAGLIA ; childe !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"She is quite a handful in battle, always brimming with surprises. She's quite a joy to fight against, you might just learn something if you try it yourself, traveler!"
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"y/n is indeed my lover! my partner in crime.. my other half... nothing could ever compare to her. The joy and excitement she brings me is different from the adrenaline of duels.. yet it feels just as pleasurable. You know, my siblings just love her! Everytime I come home and she isn't with me, I become a punching dummy for the younger ones.. Sigh, they're not the only one devastated anyway. You heard about her being my lover from La Signora..?! Just another reason to steer clear of that woman. Hmph."
LA SIGNORA ; about Tartaglia's lover
"Oh? Childe's dear sweetheart? She is quite pleasant to talk to, unlike her lover.. She is quite thoughtful and caring, once when me and her were on the boat to Snezhnaya together, she had brought with her a coat for me, worrying for my wellbeing. Such a sweet and pure flower for a bloody blade like Childe."
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—ZHONGLI ; vaga mundo !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"y/n? Another member of the funeral parlor. She is a lady with grace, a fine worker of the parlor indeed.. If you were to need help and I were not available, she'd be the best one to approach."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about y/n, truth
"It seems as though you've learned the truth of y/n. It is true, she is indeed a God of Liyue, one of the last remnants of my early days... She is quite responsible for the beauty of flowers that bloom across these lands. I have been eternally grateful for her hard work all these years."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"*sigh*, I will assume Hu Tao has given you this information. y/n is my wife, my prized gem.. I've sworn to do everything in my power to protect the last bit of Morax in my life. She is one who has witnessed the ugly and beauty of my actions all these years.. yet she still has chosen to stay by my side. I refuse to lose her, I would rather give up my power as an Archon than live a life without her."
HU TAO ; about Zhongli's lover
"y/n.. one of my best workers! She's a blast to talk to unlike Zhongli, though he scowls whenever I keep her from work with my rambling.. Ai-ya! Let me get you into a little secret, y/n is actually Zhongli's wife! Crazy right? I sometimes wonder that if I tried to be as patient and pristine as y/n.. maybe I'd get more customers?"
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tihgnari · 1 year
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ꕤ 43. something more valuable
tw: sorta? kidnapping, violence / wc: 1k
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you're currently sitting on the softest sofa known to man, staring back and forth as ayaka takes matters into her own hands. you weren't in the best of moods after getting shot down by aoki while trying to convince her to text ayato; she was so stubborn it felt like you were talking to a damn wall. 
"think of it this way," ayaka says, looking at a cross-armed aoki straight in the eye as they paced back and forth in the middle of the suite's living room. "you ask ayato where he is, he responds, then we go meet him, yn and him make up, and voila! no more wedding! happy ever after for everybody! doesn't that sound amazing?"
your eyebrows raise when you see the cogs working in aoki's brain.
ayaka sends you a tiny non-verbal message, and you immediately catch on. "right! if you ask him for us now, ayaka herself will guarantee ayato will no longer be your problem. i think that's a win-win situation right there."
aoki sighs. "...fine. i'll go ask him."
the hotel he's checked in may not be as fancy as the principe, but when he's too busy running away from a loveless marriage forced onto him, even a shabby inn can feel a hundred times better than the five star hotel his grandfather had arranged for them. 
"this hotel's kinda good, too, don't you think?" you whisper at ayaka inside the elevator, but there were too many people crammed into the cart for you to see her expression in the elevator's mirrored walls. 
"the carpets look unmaintained and the plants at the lobby are plastic but sure, the hotel's a-okay—ouch!" 
you pinch her side, panicked, before looking around if an employee might've overheard your conversation. 
"yn, i'm telling the truth," ayaka defends herself. "we just walked in, asked if an ayato kamisato had checked in in this establishment, they said yes and even gave us his door number. how is this safe? what if we were debt collectors or… or a gang looking for him? like—come on, is customer privacy not a thing here?"
ding!
"alright, this is our floor," you mutter, pulling a still complaining ayaka's wrist through the throng of people. you can still hear her talking as you walk down the hallway, silently chanting the door number of ayato's room as you pass by. 
502… 503… 504… there! 505!
only when you raised your fist to knock on the mahogany door did you realize there's a slight tremble in your hand. for a split second, you froze, the reality of the situation and what you're about to do and who you're about to face suddenly becomes too real and too overwhelming for you. 
"hey." 
ayaka gently squeezes your shoulder. 
"i know my brother, and i know he'll forgive you."
"thank you."
you knock. three times. your heart rate spikes when you hear movement on the other side of the door. heavy footfalls on the carpet, striding closer to the door. you see the door knob turn, practically hearing the mechanism inside turning into place as the door swings open and—
"girls, i've been expecting."
"wait, what? grandpa?!"
that was the only thing you heard, until a heavy object came in contact with the back of your head, successfully knocking you out cold. 
when you come to be, your head's still aching and you just want to go right back ahead to sleep, but the two people screaming didn't let that happen. the room seems to be barren and incredibly small. even in your half-conscious state, you've registered this fact solely for how loud their voices jumped within the small room. 
"what is the meaning of this, grandpa?! order them to untie me right this instant! i'm your granddaughter for god's sake!"
ayaka seems to have already grasped the full length of the situation you both were in. not that you were surprised. 
you were slowly but surely coming to, but the room has yet to notice. 
"i can't believe you just hit my best friend with a metal bat, you asshole! you're going to pay for that!" ayaka hisses at the person standing on her side. she recognizes his face. a guard his grandfather had since before she even came to be in this world. 
"i don't see any fault in my actions. she may be your friend as you so claim but to me? she's a lowly scum who managed to seduce my grandson and turn him away from me. ayato had always understood his duty of marrying for the sake of the family business—for my sake."
ayaka used to adore her grandfather as she never had a proper father figure in her entire life. but only now is she seeing the ugly truths her childlike mind had been too ignorant to miss. 
"what grandfather even makes—"
"i can't possibly fathom what this woman has that made ayato threaten his mother saying he'll renounce his inheritance! to make him want to leave behind everything i've built for this family! such selfishness should not be tolerated!"
"that's because he found something more valuable!"
you flinched at the resounding slap you heard. 
it was a split-second action. something that a normal person could've missed if he was too preoccupied with something else — but nothing slips past the current head of the kamisato family. 
"i see you're awake," he says, addressing you. "good. both of you should hear what i'm about to say next." 
their grandfather straightens his robes, adjusting the grip he has on his sterling-silver walking cane topped with an extravagant, swarovski-studded japanese camellia — the kamisato family crest. 
"i'm done tolerating your tricks, ayaka, may this punishment straighten your priorities and remind you that nothing is more important nor valuable than family. ayato and aoki are to be wed, and not one of you is to spoil those plans. you both will remain here, inside this room, locked away with no communication to the outside world at least until the ceremony is over. i'd hate to do this, but you girls left me with no choice."
he turns to leave and ayaka screams at the top of her lungs. 
"mom will never forgive you for doing this to me!"
her grandfather stops, standing at the frame of the door. 
"no, child. it's your mother that should ask for my forgiveness for raising such an insolent child like you."
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a kamisato ayato social media au
summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?
notes — yay chapter bc im in a good mood cuz i won my 50/50 hehe pray i get his cons and signature weap after i offer scara all my savings lmao
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Ways to Make a Stressed Ayato Lose Control
Pairing: Ayato Kamisato x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, handjobs, PDA, kissing, cuddles, gentle to rough sex, developing feelings
A/N: The man looks so pretty and is so stressed a lot of the time, someone should really help him out.
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Puts on a polite face and a forced smile in front of everyone, but his façade never worked on you, not even before you started this arrangement
Was a little bit skeptical when you offered to ease his stress with sex
You tried everything else, talking to him, giving him a massage, making him take breaks, taking him out on relaxing walks, nothing worked
This is your final idea
Ayato struggled to maintain his composure when you reached under the desk and fished his cock out of his pants to stroke it
Him finishing after just a bit of stimulation confirmed that he's been very pent up and that it's been a very long time since he's been with someone
Can you blame him? He didn't gave the time
Had to stop you from doing anything while he works, he can't focus on anything when he has your hands and mouth all over him
Once work is over and you take the place of it on his desk, spreading your legs for him and letting him sink his cock into your wet cunt he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding
Always starts out slow until you orgasm once, but the tight, warm feeling if your walls around his cock make him lose any trace of his control or poise in exchange of fucking his stress away into your willing pussy
Noticed he's feeling a lot better since you began to help him with stress, he's sleeping better, eating better, works better, smiles more
Takes you out on festivals, lunch, walks while holding your hand
Gives you a lot more kisses then usual, even pulls you close to kiss your cheek when you bring him tea or food
Doesn't want you to think he just keeps you around for a good time after work
You know you don't have to leave afterwards, you can stay the night with him
His arms start to wrap around you a lot more gently when you're done, pulling you into his lap and letting you rest your head on his shoulder or chest
Just because he loses himself when having sex and makes it hard for you to walk doesn't mean he can't be caring afterwards
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yyuangss · 5 months
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being part of an idol industry isn’t easy. there are so many scandals and drama happening or that can occur at any second. so you think you’re safe just being a personal make up artist. that’s until your scandal happens with the idol, kamisato ayato.
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profiles ! gods of olympus | olympus muas
pairing ! idol kamisato ayato x fem!reader
genre ! smau, written portions, idol au, romance, fluff, possible angst, possible suggestiveness, genshin and star rail crossover, not canon compliant for either universe.
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chapter one ! baizhu free zone
chapter two ! costume decisions
chapter three ! …
chapter four ! …
chapter five ! …
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taglist is now open. send an ask, comment, or dm to be added !
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fuyuu-chan · 4 months
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Messages with my Fav Boys <3 (ft. Neuvillette & Ayato)
Pairing: Neuvillette x Reader & Ayato x Reader (Separate)
Genre: Fluff
Modern Au
Fuyuu-chan: I did this out of boredom (also there's a bit story)
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Neuvillette 🦦:
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When you arrive you saw Neuvi inside the café with your fav order and his, you approach him as you greet him.
"Neuvi! Thank you for coming!" You said happily as you sat down opposite from him.
"You're welcome besides I told you that if you need someone i will always be here" he said as he smiled.
The rest of the day you two spend it together, chatting while walking around the mall.
He also accompanied you to go to the stores you're interested in and let's just say he have an idea or two on what you like these days.
Ayato🧋:
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When he arrives at the cashier area he saw you and Ayaka talking at the corner and so he approaches you two.
After leaving the department store you two goes to one of the restaurant to have lunch.
While ayaka left the table since she needs to go to the restroom... Ayato hands you a small box from your favorite jewelry shop.
You opened it and saw a beautiful necklace, it was their latest and limited necklace. You looked up at Ayato with a surprised look.
"I hope you like it" he said as he smiled.
"I love it, thank you Ayato!" You said happily.
And after that you wear your new necklace.
When Ayaka gets back Ayato also hands her a box from the same shop.
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moonsaver · 2 months
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Are requests still open? Can I request where Ayato likes y/n but they are new to Inazuma and do not know of his status?
I hope this makes sense, english is not my first language
Hello anon, requests were open when you sent this ask, no worries haha. Your english seems great! Its not my first language either, so i understand the struggle.
My first genshin ask, i think!
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It's almost similar to when Ayato had discovered thoma.
Although technically speaking not many details are enclosed to the public, and Thoma was in a more desperate situation once he arrived to Inazuma.
You, on the other hand, are intriguing. You come to Inazuma for whatever reason, but given your lack of research, or rather lack of deciphering skills, it seems you hadn't realised just who Ayato was. It was obvious to him from the moment he met you walking up a path, looking wondrously at quite possibly everything. Ayato suggested you both walk along after greeting himself, and makes pleasant conversation.
It only dawns on him when you mention all the things you've heard in passing about the tri-commissions, particularly the "Yashiro Commissioner rascal", as some had.. fondly mentioned. His eyes only widened for a split second when he heard so, but judging from your tone, he understood you had no idea who he was.
It was comical. Reminded him of a certain oni, but you were far more gentle, evidently. He enjoys your innocence to a degree, and he finds you make for great company due to your ignorance. It's strange – had it been an arrogant, stuck up official who said such things, he would have pulled his lips into a thin, tight smile before cutting a few taut strings, pushing the man onto his knees, physically and metaphorically. It was you who he didn't just tolerate, but enjoyed being around. You were pleasant, and easy to talk to.
He never realised just how much he would enjoy having such a grounding conversation with someone where they were absolutely unaware about his status. It's refreshing. He still takes precaution, however. Information is very sensitive. And neither can he really shield you from the whole of Inazuma.
So.. he enjoys your innocence about his status while it lasts. Offers to take you around Inazuma for frequent strolls, proposing comical ideas and telling you all sorts of stories about his cooking experiences, beetle battles, unlikely friends. It's not too long until someone generously decides to inform you of his status, but his insistence that you treat him just as you did before, seems to have provided you with a strange privilege only exclusive to you..
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inazuman · 2 years
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congratulations on your job offer (terms and conditions may apply)
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Content and warnings: ayato x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied and goes by she/her. dom!ayato, sub!reader, mild orgasm denial/control. you guys fuck on his office desk. ayato is possessive and can be seen as manipulative, possible yandere themes, possible dark content (just in case). semi-public sex (ayato fingers you whilst diluc is on the call, it’s just for a moment). creampie. ayato calls you darling, doll, and baby. some plot but not really, you can skip it if u want. part 1 of the mafia whore series (can be read separately, see the drabble here) Words: 5227 Networks: @treehouse-network @http-404-error-unknown​ @planetonet​ A/N: thank you for the love on my drabble. i hope this does it justice <3
Excerpt: He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world. You drip for him. His tongue moves your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there. “Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind. 
Ding ding. The bell chimes as you enter the bar.
“Bar’s not open ‘til an hour from now,” A man with red hair and eyes calls out whilst mindlessly wiping down some cups. A pretty girl needing a drink? He thinks to himself, almost considers pouring you one on the house before you speak.  
“I’m not looking for a drink,” your voice is almost foreign to you in the echoey bar. You haven’t needed to be this confident in a while. “I’m looking for a job.”
“We’re not hiring.”
“I know you’re mafia.”
Diluc arches his eyebrows at you in disbelief, and then lets out a light laugh. It shocks you. In all your days scouting him, you hadn’t seen him crack a smile once.
“I don’t know what kind of movie you think we’re in, princess.” Princess. There’s no other word to call you with the way you’re acting right now, he thinks. He purposefully relaxes his body to avoid suspicion, but his guard is up.
“I’m not police or anything.” You tell him, trying to show you’re as honest as possible. “You’ve got three guys out back waiting on you. One in front of the car, two at the back door. You work under a man called Kamisato Ayato. Dawn Winery is one of the fronts for the money you roll in from weapons. And you’ve got a meeting with an exporter in a couple of days, one that you don’t like.”
He puts down the cup and rests his hands on the table, shoulders arching up. You can see how fit he is now, triceps bulging despite the relatively loose button down.
You sigh. “Look, I’m good at what I do. I can get intel, I can work the bar, whatever. I just need in with you guys. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
You sit at the bar and tell him your story. This time, he takes a proper look at you. You’re tired, frazzled, muscles tense – like you haven’t slept in a proper bed, or you’ve been overworked. But most of all, you look lost. Even a good undercover cop can’t make up what it looks like to be out of options, running from something. For a moment, he thinks you remind him of someone. Maybe of his adopted brother, years ago. Or the other drunk people that wander in here with nowhere else to go.
His heart softens a little as he taps the countertop. You’ve obviously got some intelligence, maybe Ayato will find you something.
“Alright,” he shrugs, throwing a towel down on the counter, “give me a moment.”
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There’s a click as Ayato picks up the call.
“I’ve got someone that wants to meet you,” Diluc gets straight to the point.
Ayato chuckles in the background. “A lot of people want to meet me, Diluc. What’s your point?”
Diluc sighs, exasperated. “I’ll vouch for her.”
Ayato arches his eyebrow at this, squeaking audible as he sits up straight in his chair. Diluc is not someone who is persuaded by money, or secrets, or sex.  
“What did she offer you?”
“Nothing.”
“She offered you nothing? And you’re trying to get her a meeting?”
“Yes.”
There’s silence.
Ayato leans back in his chair, audible in the audio. “Alright then, bring her in.”
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Diluc talks to Thoma in a low voice away from you. Thoma stands a little taller than him, or maybe he just has better posture. His bright green eyes make him look innocent, friendly – if it wasn’t for the gun at his waist. Are the gloves so that the gunpowder doesn’t get on his hands?
Thoma nods before ushering you into the building, and Diluc takes one glance at you before going back to his car. It’s a little cold, no ‘goodbye’ or ‘good luck’, but you suppose he’s got business. Thoma takes you up the elevator, speaking softly to Ayato and smiling bright at you before letting you into his office and shutting the door.
A blue-haired man in a three-piece suit sits comfortably in his executive chair. The glossy, black office desk spans the huge room. He has a beauty mark next to his mouth, yet the usually-an-imperfection only accents his angled face, framed by his hair that descends onto one side. He’s stunning, so much more than you thought he would be. You can’t help but feel a bit… out of place, in such an elegant space.
“Have a seat,” he gestures, voice smooth like silk. It’s no wonder he’s the boss, because that voice makes you obey immediately, “and tell me what you need.”
You inhale sharply. “My ex-boyfriend… he’s part of The Abyss Order. I need IDs, so that he can’t trace me, and protection.”
Ayato’s eyes widen a little in surprise, but chooses to say nothing as a way of coaxing you to say more.
“I-,” you gulp, “I’ll do anything.”  
He takes the opportunity to look up and down at you, your figure, the way you sit so neatly in the chair, the length of your legs… Ayato is no stranger to taking what he wants, and this time, he just might.
“Anything?” he asks, smile sweet but deadly.
“Anything.”
Ayato rolls his chair back, bringing his fingers in a come-hither motion at you. Your legs move on their own, walking around the table to stand in front of him.
You inhale. Exhale. And then you don’t hesitate, kneeling in front of him and bringing your hands to his pants. Before you can unzip them, he catches your wrists in his hands, squeezing tight.
“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’ve already decided to help you.” He looks down at you, letting go of your wrists to pat your hair, moving it away from your face. “You don’t have to do this.”
He looks so pretty above you, hair falling into his face, blue eyes with pupils blown. You fist your hands at the band of his pants to bring them down. You know you don’t have a lot of options outside of him. “I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you swallow. A quick and easy way to pay him back. That’s all this is, isn’t it?
Ayato obliges, already hardening in his pants as you palm him in his underwear before bringing it down too. It’s… pretty, you didn’t think dicks could be so pretty but the way the tip flushes pink when you bring your hand up and down it, it’s kind of cute. You waste little time putting it in your mouth, bringing your tongue out to place kitten licks at the head that makes him hiss through his teeth above you. You bring his member into your mouth, slowly bringing your lips up to the base.
He moves your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a smile. “You’re so pretty under me, you know that, darling?”
You moan around his member at the praise, letting your lips slide up and down. Your tongue moving in your mouth has his thighs tensing, his hands continuing to stroke your hair as he hums. He watches as the head of his member shows itself through your cheeks, making him run his finger over the outline.
“You’re pretty good at this, darling. Mmm, it makes me want to keep you for myself.” He presses your head back onto his member, letting go as you move down the head and repeating. It gives both you and him some part of control. “But I think you’d be good for the executives. Might keep them motivated. Think you’re up for that, sweet?”
You’re amazed at the way he’s able to keep a conversation, but the way he sweats and flushes pink reveals how affected he is. His eyes look down at you, both menacing and sweet at the same time. You mutter a muffled “okay” with a head nod, making him smile.
“That’s, mm, that’s a good girl. Your mouth’s real hot, baby. Bet your pussy feels even better.” He moans, tilting his head back, pretty pink lips parted. He lets himself indulge, focusing only on the sweet feeling of your mouth and tongue caressing his cock.
You pic up the pace, moving your lips up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. He grips your hair tighter in response, and it’s now that you’re beginning to realise how vocal he is, moaning low and without restraint.
He pulls on your hair a little harshly, indicating to you as he gently removes himself from your mouth.
“You did so good, angel. Say, why don’t we change this up, hmm?” He wraps his hands just under your armpit to help you on, then abruptly turns you around and pushes your back to his desk still full of papers, your chest falling against it as he flips your skirt up.
He grins. “My, my. A pretty girl with pretty panties. I bet there’s a pretty pussy hiding behind there too.”
You look behind and squint at him and his lewd words, making him smile bigger, but your reaction changes as he presses two fingers into your slit, sliding them down to your clit. You moan in response, feeling overexposed to a man who’s fully dressed, as if a nuanced power show.
He teases you over your panties, lets his fingers press into your slit, watching as it becomes soaked, then moving them to your clit to run his nail over the sensitive bud. You pant and heave against the table, feeling your panties getting wet and sticky. He circles your clit with his nail, making you feel the precise point of his teasing.
“Look at you, ruining your panties. Did you wear this pretty lace one just for me?” He presses the pad of his finger to your clit, running it up towards your slit.
“Mm, I love the sounds you make. Don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. I have to taste this pussy while I have time. You don’t mind, do you?”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond, his breath hot over your clothed core. You mewl at him, almost want to beg him to stop teasing you, but you lose your words as his wet tongue lathes over your clothed slit. You grip the table, convincing yourself you can take his torture.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, chuckling softly behind you as his tongue lathers over your clothed clit, the material muffling the sensation, making you wonder how good it would feel if he would just take the damn thing off. But he wants you begging, dripping wet, desperate for him. He wants you to think about him at night, dream of him, come back for more every time. That’s how he’ll keep you with him.
You gasp above him at another long lick over your clothed clit. “P-Please,” you sputter, and Ayato smiles and gives in. He’ll ease you into the begging, the submission, he think.s
He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles and taking you stepping out of them as a sign of consent. He has never understood men that don’t enjoy this, the broken moan that the person above him elicits when he puts his tongue on them is like none other, and the taste of a sweet pussy is exactly what he craves.
He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world (which you know he doesn’t). He makes space between your legs, forcing you to spread them wider. You drip for him, he can’t help but notice. Noises fill the room of his tongue moving your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there.
“Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.
His tongue lathers a little faster, drawing tight circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue, then licking the flat of it over fluid that’s dripping from your slit to bring back down to your clit again. It’s heavenly, the precision of his tongue over your core is like none other, with such perfect confidence. It has you gasping, moaning with each stroke. You try to buck your hips towards him, only for him to hold you down with such strength you didn’t know was hidden beneath his clothing. His thumbs press into the sides of your lower lips, large hand splayed over your thigh, fingertips wrapping over the other side towards the fronts of your thighs.
bzz bzz
The phone vibrates on Ayato’s desk, playing a quiet marimba sound. He lifts his head up from your pussy and smiles at it, lips glistening with your arousal as his tongue licks up the remants.
“Ah, look who it is. This will just take a second, darling.”
“You’re gonna answer that?!”. You stare at him in disbelief.
He grabs the phone, motioning a quiet symbol with one finger to his lips.
“Hello, Diluc.” His index and middle fingers split to stroke at your outer lips before sliding inside of you. You hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your moans.  
“How’s the meeting? Did you give her a job?”
“Ah, it’s actually still going,” his thumb presses down against your clit, watching as you struggle and squirm under him. He carefully taps it, coating it with arousal from your slit, then rubbing small circles. You arch your back, the hand not over your mouth grips the table hard.
“Oh? That’s probably the longest meeting I’ve heard you’ve been in.”
“Yeah. Well, she’s quite a handful,” Ayato laughs, his long fingers plunging in and out of you, watching as your cunt swallows his fingers, as your arousal drips out and down your legs. It’s like your own pussy doesn’t want to let him go, it makes him smile.
“Try not to give her too hard of a time, if you would.”
Ayato’s eyebrows arch. “Oh?” Ayato asks menacingly, his fingers pressing deeper into you at his displeasure, thumb pressing harder into your clit. You swallow down another moan. “Are you giving the orders now?”
“No. I just know you’re not always kind.”
There’s a silence, filled with the squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of your core, and your moans that you’re trying so hard to keep to yourself. You suddenly wish they would talk.
“I’ll be going now,” Ayato kneels down, bringing his tongue to your clit to lick as he fingers you, and it takes everything in you not to squeal. “You take care, Diluc.”
Beep
“My, my, darling,” Ayato’s playful voice drops an octave, bringing his face close to yours. “Looks like you’ve got not one but two mafia executives under your belt. What a smart little thing you are.”
You finally remove your hand from your mouth to inhale deeply, heaving as you moan.
“I didn’t, oh fuck, I didn’t make him do anything,” you try to tell Ayato, but he doesn’t seem interested, continuing to press on your clit until you make a broken moan, before letting to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants.
You look behind you to see his toned chest flushed a light pink beneath his blue button down, fringe of his blue hair in his face. He sees you staring and smirks, eyes full of confidence.
“Like what you see, doll?” His belt is undone with a clank and the zipper is pulled down slowly, like he’s making a show. You flush and look away, but immediately turn back at the feeling of the head pressed against your slit.
You’re instantly reminded that it’s big, pretty pink tip that gradients downwards. Is it bigger now? It’s thick enough that you’re wondering whether you should’ve been prepped more. The head slides up and down your slit, pressing in before letting up just as your lower lips start to caress him, your arousal slowly coating the head.
“Kamisato-san…” you say to him, and Ayato can’t deny the way the honorifics make him just a little harder.
“What is it, doll?”
“You’re-,” you gulp. How are you supposed to say it? “Can we- Can we go slow? Please?”
Ayato smiles at you gently, the most gentle you’ve seen him today. It makes your heart beat fast in your chest in a way that confuses you a little. “Sure, doll. We’ll take it easy for your first time. And don’t worry,” he winks, “I’ve been tested. I’m sure a good girl like you has been too.”
He doesn’t tell you he looked up your hospital files after Diluc called, but that’s not information you need to know. He presses the head into your opening, watching intently as it enters you and the gasp you let out when it does. He slowly lets a little more enter you, pressing just a few inches in and out. You whine underneath him at the stretch, already making your head spin
“I know, baby. I know,” he coos, rubbing your back. But he can’t help but fix his gaze on the way your lower lips hold his member inside of you, how it sucks him in and makes him oh-so-hesitant for him to pull out again instead of making you take every inch as he wishes.
Who says he can’t be nice?
He presses his thumb to your clit to distract you as he sheathes himself further inside you, his head spinning from how warm your cunt is, how your walls press down on his cock. You can feel your cum dripping down your thighs, wet and sticky, yet Ayato doesn’t seem to care as bottoms out with a satisfied sigh, his balls heavy against your cunt.
“You’re so tight, mm. It’s like you’re made for me.” The tip of him brushes against your cervix that precariously balances the line between pleasure and pain, making you pant as you take him.
“You feel so fucking good, doll,” Ayato breathes, sweat dripping down his brow. He can’t help but love the visual, of the way your ass gives way to his cock, your arched back and slightly damp hair. It makes him want to keep you forever, make you loyal to him for life.
He starts to move, watching the way your wetness clings to his cock, makes it glisten with arousal, it makes him want you even more.
“Why don’t you beg for me, doll?” His voice is airy, yet still carries dominance. You wonder if it’s built into him.
“B-Beg?” you gasp, words interrupted as you feel his thrusts getting harder, faster. It has you reeling, wanting to pull away and get closer to him at the same time. Almost mind-breaking, your thighs shake, and the slap of skin is audible in the room. He brings you higher, higher.
“Yeah, baby. Beg for me to fuck you. Unless you need some incentive?” He suddenly slows down again, as quickly as he sped up, making you mewl as you try to push back, but his hands press into your hips to stop you.
“Ah, ah. What did I say, hmm?” His fingers move down to tap on your clit lightly, and you whine.
“Oh, oh gosh, please, please, Ayato. You’re- you feel- fuck.” Your mind goes blank, swimming with arousal. You squeeze around him, thinking it would convince him somehow but outside of his cock throbbing inside of you, he doesn’t react.
Ayato laughs, actually laughs behind you. “Ah, only got dick on the brain, do you? Hm? What happened, darling? You were oh so strong, telling Diluc how capable you are. Now you can’t form words?”
He’s mocking you, really. It’s embarrassing, but at the same time you can’t seem to care because he’s been teasing you for what has probably already been an hour. And he’s still playing stupid fucking games like he’s got all the time in the world, which you know he doesn’t. And it’s so frustrating but you have to play along because you need his protection and you need this-
“Kamisato-san,” you pant, your tongue feeling foreign in your mouth, like the words don’t really belong to you. “Please. I- fuck, I need this.”
“What do you need, darling?” he starts his slow thrusts again, his cock barely moving in and out of you, yet the way the tip brushes against the inside of your walls and over your cervix makes you start to see stars. “Tell me exactly.”
“Please, fuck me,” you spurt out, unable to contain yourself anymore. “I need you, need this. Need your- oh.”
It’s like a dam breaking, because Ayato doesn’t waste any time. He starts thrusting rapidly, leaving you to grab the table for dear life. You’re surprised the table doesn’t move, but you guess that’s the perks of a large marble slab.
“See, darling?” His winded voice reveals the least put-together you’ve seen him, blue fringe sticking to his forehead. “Just a little begging gets you exactly what you want. Take that as a lesson for our future ventures.”
Future ventures? You have no way to process what he’s suggesting, but you can’t seem to care as his finger rubs gentle circles on your clit. Your walls squeeze him tight, the hot friction is both too much and not enough and you want more.
Your moans break each time you’re filled fully, please please coming out of your mouth in a voice that you don’t fully recognise. His hand that’s not occupied with your clit squeezes your hips tight, fingertips pressing into your skin in a way that makes you sure it’ll bruise. You’re also sure he’s the kind of man that takes pleasure in that.
“Oh, darling,” the words are drawn out as Ayato gets closer to his peak, “this pussy, fuck, it’s mine now. You hear me?” The white ring that foams at the bottom makes Ayato’s eyes gleam dangerously, makes him possessive. He removes his hands from you only for a moment whilst he removes his shirt completely before it’s soaked with sweat further. He bends over the desk, his tall figure completely overshadowing yours.
“You’ll tell me when you’re close, won’t you?” he whispers in your ear. It has you mewling, arching your back against his chest, the skin-on-skin contact filled with sweat making it so hot. It’s irreplaceable, he’s irreplaceable. No one has ever drawn out your orgasm for so long, made you so dripping wet.
“I’m- ahh, Ayato, please, I’m- I’m close!” He interrupts your thoughts and speech with his cock and fingers, the rhythm hitting you in such a delicious way that you feel you’re teetering on the edge.
“Oh?” His voice is as menacing as ever. “And do you think you deserve to cum?”
Your eyes widen, hands gripping the table tight to keep you from your orgasm, to distract you from the way you feel like you’re about to burst.
“I-,” you don’t know what to say. What do you say to that? “I want to cum. Please? Please, Kamisato-san? Would you let me? I’ll- I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice is high pitched, begging for release.
Ayato chuckles, the vibrations of it reverberating into your own body. “Okay, baby.” He’s breathless, too, at the edge of his satisfaction. It’s calling to him, but he wants to watch you cum first.
“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me, whenever you’re ready.”
His lubricated fingers press harder, faster, onto your clit as you begin to reach your high, his thrusts slower but harder. It’s like he’s coaxing it out of you, like every movement and word was staged by him for this moment. Your mind goes blank and your thighs shake, your walls clenching around him so unbearably tight that he grits his teeth, but he holds out. He listens to the broken moan you make as you cum around him, feels the hot cum that coats his cock even further. He feels every shake of the aftershocks, every pulse your walls make as you come down. It’s a sickening torture that’s so sweet, the kind of feeling that would make anyone crazy.
He doesn’t give you time to recover and starts moving again, faster, more desperate as he uses you to reach his own high. You gasp and moan as he batters your oversensitive cunt, trying to call out to him and tell him that it’s too much, too sensitive, too hard but he doesn’t listen, completely focused on himself. This is what you’re here for, isn’t it? To please him? He grabs your hair and pulls your head back.
“I’m gonna cum, sweet. And you’re gonna be a good girl. You’re not gonna complain, you’re gonna take it. Got it?” His voice is commanding, eyes dark and filled with arousal. You gulp and nod, and he lets go, letting you fall back onto the table.
“Ohh, darling. A sweet pussy like yours just has to belong to me. Fuck, you want me to cum inside this pretty pussy, don’t you?”
The question is obviously rhetorical, because Ayato is not a man that you can bargain with, but the words are only heard by your cunt, which throbs in response.
“You say it’s too much,” his chest heaves behind you, his hands petting your hair back. “But you’re clenching around me all over again. Now you know, don’t you? That I know what you need best.”
You nod, and he smiles. The kind of smile you know has girls’ heads turning. You feel your next orgasm coming fast, unexpectedly, like the oversensitivity has you reeling.
“I-,” you know Ayato now, that you’re not allowed to do anything without his permission. “I think I’m-”
“Mm. Yeah, baby. Can feel you clenching around me. Why don’t you cum with me?”
You nod. Unable to think, unable to speak. Just taking what he gives, exactly what he wanted. He taps your clit carefully, moaning as he gets closer.
“Ohh, fuck. You’re so good, baby. Just a little more. Oh, mm. I’m gonna cum. You ready, baby?”
You feel like you’re on the precipice, waiting for his command. Your wetness spills from you, making room for his cock. You nod haphazardly, broken moans a tell-tale response.
“Good girl. Go ahead.”
His fingers grip tight around your waist, the other hand never stops tapping your clit. Your walls squeeze and clamp down so hard around him, he swears it makes him sees stars. Combined with your loud moans, the scent of your cunt, and your hot cum that covers his cock again, he can’t take it anymore. He thrusts hard, once, twice. A deep moan is elicited from his voice as he empties himself inside of you, warm spurts filling you up.
You feel like you cum for minutes, your mind completely blank, gasping against the table. When you come to, you’re dizzy, sore. You’re acutely aware of the stickiness between your thighs and the sweat still dripping down your neck as you fall limp on the table.
Ayato removes himself from you slowly, hissing at the overstimulation. He quickly closes your pussy lips with his two thumbs, then opens them again at a pace of his own choosing, watching the pearly white cum drip out of you. He swipes it from the bottom, pushing it back into you, only for more to drip out.
“Seems like I’ve filled you completely,” Ayato breathes with a satisfied smirk. He almost wants to ask you to keep it inside, wants to make sure you’ve done exactly as he’s asked when he returns home for the night.
But that’s for another time. When you’re more… settled into the mafia.
He opens the closet in his office, takes a towel to the bathroom to wet before wiping you. He’s almost gentle, making sure to wipe down all of you, your back first. He pulls you off the table and turns you around to wipe your front.
He puts the blue button down he wore in the laundry basket in the closet, only to take out another one on a hanger that’s crisp, obviously been pressed and ironed. But when you look at his eyes, all you’re met with is business. He puts on the button down and does his belt like he’s painstakingly getting dressed in the morning.
You suppose you should do the same, putting back on your underwear and covering yourself up.
Ayato sits back down in his executive chair, with you opposite his table. As if nothing had happened.
“Well, you’re hired,” Ayato smiles, clasping his hands together. “I’ll have Thoma help you pack your things and take you to a new house that’s under the mafia. Oh, and,” he pulls open his drawer, passing you a cheap touchscreen phone. “This is for me to contact you. The phone numbers of the other executives might be in there, but I’ll text them to you later anyways. It’s untraceable, the plan is through the mafia’s own network. You can use it as you like.”
He stands up, walking you to his office door and opening it for you. “I’ll see you soon,” he winks, and Thoma magically appears in front of the door with a smile.
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Executives meeting. 1 hour.
That’s all the warning they got, with a few of them busy for it. But the ones in the room have various reactions to Ayato’s newest ‘reward’.
“That’s the job you gave her?” Diluc is exasperated, wondering how Ayato managed to convince a girl like you to something like this. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“Now, now, Diluc.” Ayato’s sing-song echoes in the room as Ayato claps Diluc on the back, like some sort of camaraderie. “You might say differently once you’ve had a taste-”
“I will never-,” Diluc snaps back at him, shrugging his hand off harshly.
“You sure about that?” Ayato grins. “You sure you don’t want to fuck her? Maybe it’ll loosen you up a bit.”
“You’re sick.” Diluc spits, eyes shaking with disbelief at his boss.
“Aw. I’m just honest, Diluc. I know what I want and need, and I take it. You should try and do the same sometime.” His voice drops an octave, a devilish smile on his face. “Why not start with her?”
Diluc grabs his jacket and storms out Ayato’s office, not even giving Thoma the time to open the door for him, grabbing the handle and leaving the men. He won’t be part of this, he can’t be. Sins don’t get washed off your hands if you forget about them.
Kaeya smiles at Diluc’s departure. “Thanks for looking out for us, Boss.” Kaeya’s voice has a slight rasp, the kind that leaves Ayato unable to detect his honesty. Though, a man like Kaeya would love a pretty thing, Ayato thinks. They’re similar in retched ways. “Haven’t seen her, personally, but I’m sure she’s a treat.”
Thoma gulps, and opens the door for the group to leave.
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zweetpea · 3 days
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Eternity or Stasis part 2 of 2
“WOAH WOAH WOAH!! Language! Hehe, Steve… anyway. Previously on… whatever the hell this is!”
“Who are they talking to?” Aether asks
“I, Gen, got shot and ended up here! Then the Raiden Shogun’s army kidnapped me and brought me here!” You wrap your arm around Ei’s shoulders.
“Please stay away from me.”
“Wow! Okay, I see how it is.” You unwrap your arm from around her shoulder. “I thought you were Bae, turns out you’re just Fam. Jk I respect your boundaries.”
Lumine comes up to you. “Gen!” She smacks you. “Pull it together!” She shakes you by your collar.
“Listen listen listen Linda! I appreciate your help mkay, I really do, but you need to take a step back.”
“What is wrong with you?” Aether asks.
“I’m a little meshed up.” You smile.
“We can tell.” Lumine rolls her eyes.
“So uh, what did you guys say your names were? Sorry I’m kinda bad with names.” You ask.
“My name is Sky and this is my sister Light.” Aether smiles and waves.
“…hi.” She rolls her eyes.
“So… good job warding off Dvalin and Osial but I have the Raiden Shogun covered. The talk no jutsu worked. I was just like, you need to fix your attitude and outlook on life and apparently that worked.”
“Well of course. You are the one Celestia fears. There is no doubt in my mind that you are wise.”
“Oh stop Ei! You’re making me blush.” You giggle. “Anyway please let us out. Then take over your puppet and we’ll get to work on fixing your nation.”
“Alright.” Ei opens the rift and the three of you exit. “Everyone! This is the Adored one! The one Celestia fears! Centuries ago the Archons held a meeting in Celestia and we were informed of a prophecy of someone who would take down Celestia and liberate Teyvat! This is that person.” Ei shouted. “Go on. Tell them about how we’re going to fix Inazuma.”
“Me?! Oh uh. Hi everyone! My name is Gen, with a G. I’m gender fluid. So we’re going to be giving back all of the Visions and pardoning everyone on Watatsumi Island.”
After about an hour of diplomatic work you were finally able to walk around the city with the twins and Paimon.
“It’s nice to meet you! Paimon is Paimon. These are the Stardust travelers.”
“It’s nice to meet you Paimon! You are just adorable!”
“Aww. Thank you. Ehehehe!”
“So where do we want to go?” You asked.
“How about we meet up with Ayaka and Thoma?” Aether suggests.
“Sure.” You smile.
You four make your way down to the Yae Publishing House. There stood Thoma, Ayaka, and Ayato actually.
“Thoma! Ayaka! And… who is this?” Paimon cheers.
“Hello travelers! This is my older brother Ayato.”
‘Obilf’ you think.
“And who is this?” He smiled towards you.
“You can call me whatever you like handsome.” You smirk.
“Well how about Gen then.”
“Okay.” You smile sadly. ‘I’m this close to boning Jeht’s dad. I was promise debauchery!’ Grr. Your stomach grumbles. “Heh, sorry I haven’t eaten all day.”
“You poor thing. Come with me, I’ll get you some food.” Ayaka takes your hand. ‘Forget Ayato. Ayaka being wife material right now.”
“Thank you! The beauty of you soul compliments the beauty of your face.” She blushes at your compliment.
Your group makes their way back into the city and you head to the komore tea house.
“Cute! Puppy!” You cheer.
“This is Taromaru.” Thoma introduces.
“Hi sweetie.” He nuzzles into your palm. “This is the greatest day of my life. I’m so happy I might cry!”
Lumine rolls her eyes as Aether chuckles. We all go to sit in one of the rooms and sat at the table. Thoma, Ayaka and Ayato on one side. You and the twins on the other. You sat across from Thoma; Aether sat next to you on your right across from Ayaka; and Lumine sat on the end across from Ayato. Paimon floated beside Lumine. 
The seven of you chatted and ate. “Sky you have to try this!” You held out some food in between your chopsticks.
“Oh sure.” He takes a bite. “That’s really good!”
“I know right!”
“Here you should try some of mine.” He gives you some of his.
“This is so tasty!”
“I’m glad you enjoy our cuisine!” Ayaka cheered.
“I enjoy your face more~ sorry I’m letting the intrusive thoughts win.”
After the meal you and the twins and Paimon left for the wilderness.
“Well I should probably let you guys be for the night.”
“Yeah, good night.” Lumine grimaced.
As you were walking through the mountain side you were ambushed by fatui agents.
 You held out your hand and…
…nothing happened.
“WHAT?!” Your delusion glowed purple. “You motherfu-” a blast of Hydro knocks you unconsciously.
When you wake up you’re bound and gagged. ‘Kinky’ you think, as you stare up at a short man in black and red with violet hair and violet eyes.
“Finally! We meet face to face the one Celestia fears. I only have one thing to say to you.” He grabs you under your chin. “I intend to marry you.”
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thetempleofnyx · 2 years
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something blue | 𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕥𝕠
✥ summary: ayato told you to that he could be your something blue but you told him that just wouldn’t do. you have something special for him. and boy is he pleasantly surprised.
✥ c.w: reader wears a wedding dress, ayato can’t help but be a little horny even on his wedding day.
( *’ω’* )
ayato is the type that makes taking off your garter at your wedding a preview of whats to come when the two of you can finally “consummate your marriage”, even though the two of you have done so ten times over well before this special day.
he gives you a sweet kiss before dropping to his knees and dipping his head under the hem of your dress. he takes his time, leaving a trail of tiny kisses and bites up your calf. you are acutely aware of how long he’s taking and of your guests, especially his groomsmen and hollering and laughing at his blatant salaciousness. but the blue haired man couldn’t care less, lost in his own little world, happy he gets to spend part of his wedding day between your thighs. he runs his tongue from your knee all the way up your inner thigh, and you fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head.
looking up, ayato glances at the beautiful white fabric you have covering your most intimate parts. he can see a small wet patch forming and peeks of your soft skin through the delicate number. all for me, he happily thinks to himself with a grin, his mouth watering at the fact you’re just as affected as him. the desire to taste you right there is so strong, but he pushes the want down, knowing he’s going to rip it off of you later. he settles for a simple brush of his lips against where you’re most sensitive and chuckles at your obvious jump. it’s obvious at this point that his guests know what he’s up to under your gown, but they’re the last thing on his mind. it’s his wedding day and he’s going to have as much fun as he can.
he turns his head, giving your soft flesh a sharp bite before laving his tongue over the tender spot as an apology. he just couldn’t help himself, you’re so enticing to him. his lips curl around the pretty piece of fabric you have wrapped around your thigh. a beautiful sapphire in color, your something blue and it hugs your supple flesh so well. god, he longs to take you into his mouth but he wills himself to be patient, knowing that good things come to those who wait. nipping at your thigh again, his teeth begin to tug the garter down your thigh, taking his sweet time to admire the softness of your thighs before popping back out from under the hem of your dress. when he does, your guests scream in excitement, cheering him on for giving them a little show. his groomsmen scramble, pushing each other out the way to be in the front to catch that garter when he tosses it. but ayato pockets the lacy number with a wolfish grin, telling the crowd he would never give away his something blue.
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