#♡.ayato kamisato

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

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[wolfiesmoon]

Genshin guys as dads 🤭

in honour of finally getting off my ass and finishing mondstat, i bring you genshin men as dads <3 i decided to challenge myself and write for characters i haven't written for at all yet

the reader is gender neutral (u can interpret that the kid was adopted or u can interpret that the kid is biologically yours)

Yk the more i read these guys' lines to get a better idea of their characters the more i think they need a therapy session stat

Characters featured: Diluc, Alhaitham, Childe, Ayato

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Diluc Ragnvindr

"Diluc! Diluc, are you in here?" you knocked before opening the door to his office, assuming he's probably there. You were finally returning to the winery late in the evening and wanted to see how your daughter and husband were doing.

Tonight, they should both be at the winery.

But to your surprise, the office was completely empty. You haven't heard a single peep from your daughter yet, either. Usually she'd be running around and yelling, even if she wasn't with Diluc.

You went upstairs to check your bedroom and were met with a most adorable sight when you opened the door. Your daughter was very peacefully asleep, drool and all, on Diluc's chest. Diluc did not seem very pleased with this arrangement, however.

"Welcome home." he sighed upon seeing you walk to the side of the bed.

"Looks like someone's on pillow duty." you teased him, petting your daughter's head.

"Don't make fun of me. She's been running around all day with seemingly no end to it. Sometimes I'm surprised at what her tiny legs are capable of." he leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"She said she's not tired at all. But she fell asleep almost instantly when she sat on top of me to, umm... bother me." to anyone else, Diluc would seem like he hates this kid with how much he says she bothers or annoys him, but you know that isn't the case.

Whenever she runs up to him to show him something she did, he pats her little head lovingly. He keeps the drawing she made of him in his office, even if he is a bit concerned at how grumpy he looks in her artistic interpretation.

"I wasn't making fun of you... Okay, maybe a little bit." you leaned down, cupping Diluc's face and kissing his cheek. He hummed in dissaproval, but his cheeks turned pink anyways.

"Would you mind joining me? If I can't... I want to know that you're safe, atleast." his eyebrows were creased in worry. You don't know what for, exactly, but you gladly joined him on the bed, hugging him too.

"Is your aim to suffocate me further?" the combined weight of about a quarter of your body and his daughter was not the most freeing in the world.

"No, I just happen to understand the appeal of sleeping on top of you." and you really do. It's always so warm and homey.

"You've worked hard today, dad." you moved some stray hairs out of his face. His tired eyes met yours for a moment before they slipped shut. Hehehe, you need to take a photo of this.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Alhaitham

(let's pretend you live together with him now instead of kaveh haha)

"Dad doesn't love me!" the sudden accusation had you turning your head fast, wanting to know what was going on. "What did he do, sweetie?" the little pout on her pudgy face was adorable.

She ran up to you and hugged your leg. "You still love me, right?" she seemed very worried about your reply. It seems like she isn't in the mood to give a proper answer to your question, though.

"Of course I do. You're very very very special to me." You pat her head gently. She seemed satisfied with your reply, giggling happily at you before running off to play.

.

When Alhaitham returned home that day, he attempted to interact with his daughter, as he tries to every day, but he was utterly ignored.

He looked to you, hoping you'd know the reason, but you just shrugged. "She says you don't love her anymore."

"Hm..." was his only reply.

"That's because he doesn't! I told him 'I love you' yesterday but he didn't say it back!" Your daughter crossed her little arms, scowling at her dad before turning around so she didn't have to look at him.

"So it was that." Alhaitham seemed like he understood the situation properly now. And you realised what happened too, because it happens to you occasionally.

"Sweetie, listen. Your dad likes to wear these thingies in his ears. And when he wears them, he can't hear a thing." You explained in the most child friendly way you could.

"Not even an explosion?" Your daughter finally turned back to look at you and Alhaitham, though her eyes were fixated firmly on you.

"Nope. Nothing at all. When he didn't say 'I love you too' yesterday, it was because he was wearing them and couldn't hear." Your daughter turned her head back with an annoyed 'hmph', but you knew she was listening to you.

"So I propose a hug attack. Whenever you see him wearing them." You smiled evilly, glancing at Alhaitham who shot you a dissaproving glare in return.

"Leave me alone." Your daughter huffed, stomping off down the hallway. Oh well, kids don't always think critically, do they? You have a feeling she's already forgiven him a little, though.

"Children make no sense to me." He admits, and you finally greet him properly with a little welcome home peck.

"That's the fun in it, though." You smiled at him and to your surprise, he smiled right back. As awkward as he can get with the kid, he loves her a whole lot.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Childe

"Mhhhh... what is it?" he mumbled in annoyance when he felt his hand getting shook. His voice sounded quite raspy now.

"Dad... Dad..." turns out it was your son who was pulling on Childe's arm. He looked like he was about to burst into tears any second, now.

As soon as he saw the distress on his son's dimly lit face, his attitude changed and he was overcome with the sudden urge to take revenge on something or someone. Maybe it's the dad instinct.

"I had a nightmare.... I'm scared..." your son sobbed.

By this point, even you woke up, but your body was still mostly asleep, so you were just listening in.

"Come up here." Childe tapped the bed and your son awkwardly climbed up into his arms.

"Was it a scary monster?" Childe asked in an exaggerated scary voice. Your son nodded, gripping onto the front of Childe's shirt.

"In that case... you don't have to worry at all. I always love a challenge." you could practically see the smile on Childe's face. You turn over, opening your eyes slightly. You have to admit, the sight in front of you is adorable.

"What do you mean, dad?" your son sniffled, rubbing the snot away with his tiny hand.

"I'll fight the monster, of course. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see the b-" he winced a little bit when he felt the light slap on his face.

"Ajax, you'll scare him even more." you warned, your own voice raspy. You moved your other hand to ruffle your son's hair to comfort him.

"Ow, clearly, someone doesn't appreciate me enough." Childe rolled his eyes playfully.

Without warning, you lean forward and peck him on the lips. "There. Now I've evened out the slap."

"Just one peck? Well, I suppose we can't do much more right now... Hehe." Childe turned his attention back on your son, stroking his back gently to calm him down.

"Why do you have that look on your face?" you noticed he was smiling strangely.

"What look?" your accusations have been denied. But he sure does have a plan for you later.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Kamisato Ayato

"DAD! Look at where I am!" Your son shouted from somewhere in the tree that was stood in the beautifully maintained garden.

Being the little rebel he is, he climbed the tree despite you telling him multiple times not to.

"Please get down from there. It's unsafe." Ayato tried to reason with him calmly upon noticing him in the treetops.

"Nah, it's so cool up here! I can see the whole estate!" Sometimes, your son's stubborn nature made it hard for him to get along with Ayato. This is one of those cases.

"This is not a joking matter. You could get seriously hurt." Ayato doesn't think he could properly live with himself for a bit if his kid got hurt when he could have prevented it.

"What's going on here?" You joined in, happening to pass by the garden.

"He won't come down. I'm... worried about him." He admits, crossing his arms. Though you do sense a bit of annoyance behind his voice, too.

"Come down. I told you not to climb that tree so many times." You crossed your arms firmly. Your son looked at Ayato's face, then yours and sighed, beginning to descend from the tree. He'd rather avoid a scolding. But his little foot slipped and he suddenly tumbled to the ground.

"Son!" Both of you immediately ran to his side as he started wailing. "Call for healers. Immediately." He seemed fine, looking at him initially, but he might have a broken leg or something.

Both of you stayed by his side the whole time, offering him words of comfort (and a bit of a scolding). It seems like something like this happens almost every week, now. The Kamisato household has certainly gotten livelier ever since getting blessed with your son.

.

"Well, that was certainly an afternoon." You huffed, sitting down behind the table across Ayato.

"I wish he wasn't so reckless and disobedient, sometimes." Ayato held his cheek in worry. He let his son get hurt, again.

"He got that mischief from you." You smiled innocently, sipping your tea.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" He smiled innocently back.

"I miss days of solitude. We only have moments now. I suppose my life hasn't been a calm one for a long while now, though." He sips his own tea, looking outside at the sunset. Working as hard as he does every day is taxing on the soul.

"Guess we gotta make the most of it." You stood up, sitting back down next to him and playfully pecking his cheek.

"Oh, I see what you mean." He returned the mischevious smile you know and love. Just as he grabbed your waist, though...

"LOOK WHAT I HAVE!" Your son burst into the room, holding a sword. His sword.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?!"

[https-furina]

✎ i wasn’t ready to say goodbye [various men - part two] ft. lyney, zhongli, childe, ayato, alhaitham, cyno & tighnari x fem!reader content: angst, heavy trigger warnings for death, blood, injuries, gore & murder, fontaine archon quest spoilers (lyney), hurt no comfort, suggestive for a moment (zhongli), sumeru archon quest spoilers (alhaitham), ooc ayato (i'm not confident with him, sorry) not proofread.

detective's notes. this is the second part to the 'i wasn't ready to say goodbye' series i've started following aly's request, which is part one and you can find it here.

lyney put a lot of trust and faith into you the moment you'd uttered precious sweet nothings to him and promises you swore you'd keep. the magician was hopeful that for once potentially things were going right, he was landing on his feet if it wasn't for the heavy, nagging feeling working for the fatui left on his shoulders. it suffocated him, no matter how many loving smiles you'd send his way. he could drown every moment in your familiar scent - his home, his four walls but it would never rid him of his actions.

even when he so blindly puts that trust and faith into the auspicious blond traveler travelling teyvat and bringing nothing but destruction in their wake.

a shaking gloved hand reaches out for your silhouette against the backdrop of crackling fires, embers rising into the deep night sky like fireflies. dilated lilac eyes search your facial expressions but they keep trailing that to that blade piercing through your abdomen, soaked in the precious liquid you need so desperately. he doesn't understand - he didn't do anything wrong. he'd followed every rule in the book, he'd been a good man, he swears! yet that look of fear on your face and the hatred in the traveler's eyes... he's lost. the traveler yanks their arm back, withdrawing their sword without another word. no explanation, nothing that could ease lyney's mind as he rushes forward to catch you in his arms, falling to the floor with you when your vision darkens. the loss of the blade in your wound results in a heavier blood loss, nothing is there to stagger the waterfall that leaks through your attire and lyney is desperately pressing his hands to your wound but to no avail. "y/n?" he murmurs, panicked and breathless as he hyperventilates and his eyes burn from tears. your eyelashes are fluttering, lips parted as shallow breaths escape you but no words come out. you do not respond, prompting lyney to continue begging you, "please, hold on, i'm sorry - i'm so sorry y/n-" he doesn't care to know where the traveler disappeared to. the fires roar louder in his ears, competing with the rush of blood that's sending him crazy. he can hear his own pulse thudding, heavy as he watches the light drain from your eyes. words are flurrying from his lips, his voice cracking as he wonders whether begging to the hydro archon will get him anywhere. but it doesn't when your tense shoulders fall limp, your head rolling to the side as one last breath intakes into your lungs. he promised you his work would never affect you. he promised the traveler his eternal loyalty and the concept that he was a good guy. he never lied but when he's sobbing into the crook of your neck, hugging your body close, he can't help but think his entire being was built on a web of tightly knit lies created by the fatui.

zhongli vowed that falling in love with a mortal would be unwise, he knew from the very start when amber eyes as warm as cor lapis landed on you from across the room. it was like there was a pull, a tug in your direction and the benevolent man had no choice but to approach - just like that you had the archon wrapped around your finger, not that you knew. he couldn't tell you, no, that would be even more unwise and he'd already made one grave mistake swallowing pretty moans when his lips pressed to yours in the dead of the night.

but if it had protected you from those who wanted his blood, who wanted him to hurt and his heart to ache, would it have been wise? for then, he would not have to relive this stabbing grief once more.

sal terrae remained one of his favourite spots of his country, with dazzling waterfalls and memoirs of the god of salt - a memory long drifting away - he could spend days here, camped out under a tree and listening to the calm that nature brings. but this is not the sal terrae he remembers, no. not the blood splattered on the dirt ground beneath you or the way there's a small, delicate red river trickling out of the corner of the mouth he'd kissed so many times before. he should have known not to trust the fatui the way he had whilst they were in liyue - specifically that damn ginger harbinger and the bank. he scowls, brows knitting together as he hesitantly takes a step forward. he considers whether you'll yell at him, scream and cry out in anger for his mistakes. after all, perhaps you would have not been pierced in the chest so brutally had he protected you and even more so, if he hadn't lied about his identity. you don't. you gasp out for breath, choking on blood as you cough it up. it dribbles down your chin, an horrific scene. he'd seen many in his thousands of years walking teyvat, he'd seen so much mortal blood it felt like water by this point but seeing your specific blood clawed at his heart. he wishes he could forget the vision, forget the way there are tears glittering as they spill down your cheeks. zhongli feels an immense amount of guilt and he knows the heavy weight of it will drag on his ankles for the rest of his existence. "z-zhongli?" you croak out, your vision blurring as you make out the tall man from where he stands. you reach out, your hand covered in your own blood from where you were just holding your chest. blood seeps through your clothing, the reality is starting to hit zhongli more. he approaches quicker, hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wipe your tears. he isn't sure how to comfort you - perhaps he can't. the adrenaline is fading, you're feeling the burn of your wound every time you gasp for breath. your lungs hurt, your head feels light. zhongli wraps an arm around your waist quickly when your knees give in, lowering you to the ground softly. he kneels at your side, swallowing the lump in his throat. "i'm... i'm sorry, my love..." he whispers, unsure if that's the apology he wants to drop right now. you're fading in and out of consciousness, your bloodied hand clutching at his coat as if he's the one who is going to fade away at any moment now. zhongli grimaces, the unfamiliar sting of tears in his eyes as he watches the way your chest doesn't rise again.

childe cherishes you to the point of possession. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, he'll remind you at least once daily. if it doesn't come out of his mouth verbally, he'll show it in the form of actions, gifts, anything he can consider a love language - you have to convince him that killing people who look in your direction is not a love language.

his wealth brings unnecessary trouble as well as his association with the northland bank. there are many souls in liyue who would crave for an ounce of it, at any means possible.

he doesn't remember ever giving you a reason to leave the front door wide open - not that you need a reason but it's the peak of winter in liyue and you always complain at the thought of heat escaping through cracks in the window. upon closer inspection, the harbinger sees that the door handle is busted, hanging on by a limb. there's a sudden pang of anxiety in his chest, his gloved hand pushing the door wide open. childe is met with the sights of shattered glass and broken pottery, porcelain decorating wooden floorboards. there's a lump in his throat now, making it hard to breathe as he calls your name out and begins to frantically search your shared house. he can hear your whimpers, your soft begs to not hurt you as he approaches the kitchen. there's a bloodied kitchen knife on the floor beside you but his eyes land sooner on the puddle of deep red liquid staining your clothes and the floorboards beneath you. the blood is seeping from your neck, your voice strangled and gurgled when you cough up more blood onto the floor. your fearful eyes meet his blue ones and you choke out a sob. "c-childe- ajax.." you cry out any name you can but it's barely a whisper when you finally realise there's no one else here to attack you. his eyes are cold, his blood running even colder when he grips at the bow in his hands, his knuckles turning white and he swears he'll kill whoever did this to you. he swears that they'll feel his wraith, he'll spill their blood and he'll taint teyvat's ocean with it until they remember his archons forsaken name. when he doesn't respond to his name, you sob once more and he snaps to reality, dropping his bow as he kneels at your side. he peels his gloves off, his hands still warm as he clears your neck to look at your wound clearer. you wince, whimpering and whining at any form of contact as you grow fainter, hands weakly grabbing at childe's clothing. "i'll kill them, i swear baby - i'll make them pay, they'll regret ever coming near you-" childe's tone is sharp, stabbing the solemn air as you struggle to breathe, gasping for your final breaths. you can't even form the words to argue back against him, to tell him that killing people doesn't solve everything. that silence kills him. it sends him insane as he watches you helplessly die in front of him. he hyperventilates, brows knit together in frustration. you were supposed to argue back, tell him he's wrong. why didn't you? he shakes your shoulders gently but you're limp, unresponsive.

ayato is not a man of many words nor actions, you should have seen it coming the moment you married a socialiate, let alone the head of his clan. the man has an image to maintain and that is not limited to the likes of his wife either. you do not mind, heavily avoiding the limelight of inazuma's tabloids. ayato can do many things to protect you from scenarios like that as the commissioner of the yashiro commission.

he could not have foreseen enemy clans using you, his devoted wife against him and he could have not particularly predicated this scenario.

"who did this?" his words cut the silence, it's tense and heavy. all that resonates in the courtyard is your desperate gasps for breath, your brows knitted together as you try to recall anything about your attackers but nothing comes of it. there's no one but the two of you around, ayato had long sent everyone on a wild goose chase to find who did this to you. red soaks the white of his sleeves, hanging in the pool of blood you lay in. ayato lets out a shaking breath, there's a tight feeling in his chest. did he feel guilt? potentially. he trusted himself enough to protect you, he swore he'd never fail you. it seems he'd failed himself in that regard too. "i-i... love you..." you whisper shakily, weak and barely audible above the winds of inazuma that blow through the kamisato estate's courtyard. ayato grimaces, a cool hand cupping the soft skin of your cheek. shadowed eyes belonging to that of your beloved husband drink in the sights of your blemishes, your insecurities - the things that he has forever found beautiful. "yes... yes, i know, dear," he reassures softly, his voice cracking ever-so-slightly as he gives you a broken smile, "i love you too." you're beginning to fade out of consciousness, the blood loss taking you in its toll when your chest becomes heavy and you're struggling to find the strength to breathe. ayato coaxes you to keep going, to keep trying for him. just hold on a little longer, he promises, clasping your bloodied hands in his. he does not care for the liquid staining his clothing, it is yours and anything of yours is precious to him. but his reassurances and promises begin to fall on deaf ears when he is the only person left breathing in the courtyard of his home, his sacred sanctuary he swore would be safe for you. it's always been safe for him but as he cries out into the night, exposing his vulnerability in the moment of being alone, he wonders why it could have not been for you, truly.

alhaitham claims he has no reasoning for falling in love. he's a busy man, especially when he's thrust into the role of the acting grand safe following his expeditions helping the traveler free lesser lord kusanali. but between stacks of paperwork and arguing with one particular blond in the house of daena, turquoise eyes find you, another ordinary scholar of the akademiya. he swears he had no intentions of knowing you further than polite words shared as you pass each other in the halls.

is that why months later when he doesn't hear from you while you're out researching in the desert, he decides to go searching for you in a worry he'd never voice aloud?

thick, red liquid is binding the sand together under you, dripping from your open wound across your side. your attire is ripped, the wind occasionally blowing sharp granules of sand onto your exposed wound and causing you to yell out in pain. alhaitham is pale, his eyes wide. he should have trusted his gut sooner when you stopped writing back to him, keeping him updated on your adventures out in the desert. better yet, perhaps he should have just came with you in the first place. there are no polite words shared in the heavy atmosphere as you pant for breath. alhaitham is no better, struggling to breathe at the sight of one of the only people he'd allowed this close bleeding out in front of him. his eyes don't leave your wound, you're way too far from the bimarstan for him to get you help. you fall to your knees and alhaitham follows, his hands fumbling as he struggles to remove his cloak and wrap it around your shoulders. you're in the middle of the desert and yet you're drenched in a cold sweat, hugging his cloak around you tighter. you breathe in his familiar scent, it's warm and hugs you back. it's comforting when the wound burns harsher on your side. alhaitham should have known better than to let you venture into the desert alone, the guilt biting at him aggressively when he pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your hair. he drinks you in, feeling your shallow breaths against the shell of his ear. he listens helplessly as the seconds between your breaths become longer and they become quieter to the point he no longer feels them anymore. he refuses to pull away from you, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as your skin turns cold beneath him. he's in denial, his breaths struggled when your arms fall from around him, limp. just a little longer... he'll wake up and you'll be in front of his desk once more, that wide smile almost rubbing off on him.

cyno warned you the moment you'd figured you had a chance at getting so close to the general mahamatra - he worked a dangerous job and not only that, he himself was a dangerous man. yet you were stubborn, initiating a conversation with him any chance you got. had he been on an expedition recently? did he have any criminal arrest stories to tell your curious mind? cyno could almost chuckle at how much his work did not seem to bother a citizen like you.

he should have held his breath as he ran from the akademiya to treasures street, having been told of a murder happening in broad daylight of sumeru's summer.

"what happened?" "oh archons.." "is she dead?" cyno scowls at all the voices, the questions, the intrusion of a victim's privacy as he pushes through the crowds of civilians. his brows are knit together, trying to comprehend the idea that someone would be brave enough to commit such a vile act in broad daylight like this. a matra tries to stop him, reassuring him the case is covered but cyno shakes his head, pushing further. ruby eyes fall to the body that lies on the ground, half covered by a white sheet. the pavement below is pooled in blood that seeps through the cracks and stains the cream colour of the tiles, soaking into the white sheet being used cover for privacy. he takes note of that familiar anklet around the victim's ankle and it feels as though his whole world just came crashing. "general mahamatra, sir?" the matra from before asks wearily, appearing beside him as cyno is yet to say anything. there's a lump in cyno's throat that won't budge even though he keeps swallowing, he tries to put it down to dehydration in the summer heat but he's never struggled before, "eremites, sir." cyno wanders to you slowly, catching sight of the way your familiar hair spills out from underneath the sheet. he was hoping that the anklet was just coincidence, it was a gift from him when he'd ventured to aaru village one day but that was most definitely your hair - it was definitely your hand that peeked from the cloth. he shakily reaches for it, attempting to keep his calm in front of so many eyes. the voices whisper, gasps and sorrowful when he kneels next to your body in a rigid silence, his knuckles white from his grip on your cold hand. he chews his tongue, hoping you'll wake up and scold him for having such a strong grip and not being more gentle but you don't budge. the sheet doesn't lift, the blood doesn't disappear as if it was a bad dream. he knew you'd be in danger at his side. he has enemies, many of them. ones he has never cared for before, never bothered to utter an ounce of consideration in their direction but the man was very much aware of their existence. you was a weak spot for him, a vulnerable moment with soft, shared kisses and gentle, lingering touches. he should have known. the guilt eats at him, it follows him to bed that night where the empty pillow beside him witnesses his pillow soak in salty tears.

tighnari was head over heels from the beginning. you'd finished your studies in the amurta darshan and had promptly beelined for the avidya forest to gandharva ville, much happier out in the nature than you had been cooped up in the house of daena. if anything, he also saw you as the most dedicated forest ranger in gandharva ville. he loved that particularly.

he related to your need to protect the avidya forest with your life, you was so passionate about it but he didn't expect you to physically use your life to protect it.

there was definitely something protruding from your chest, no amount of blinking was going to make it vanish now. tighnari's tail droops as he rushes to your side, sending one last arrow in the direction of a treasure hoarder, piercing him in the neck. you're alone now, left in a vulnerable state as tighnari eases you against the green grass you've valued more than your own life. "nari?" you ask softly, confused as to why those precious, fluffy ears were flattened against black hair the way that they were. tighnari assumed the adrenaline of battle hadn't fully worn off and you had caught a glimpse of the arrow buried into your heart, which was beginning to slow its pulse as it keeps your body going. blood oozes out of your ranger uniform, something you wore with the utmost pride. "i'm here, love," he chokes out, a sharp sensation stinging at emerald eyes as he pulls his gaze away from the arrow lodged in your chest to those eyes he treasured so much, "you know i love you - right? you'll always... be mine?" your brows knit together, eyes glancing over his face. why does he look so sad? the concept of him reminding you foxes mate for life was nothing new but he always seemed so joyous when he'd remind you - this was different. there's a stiff feeling in your chest and your eyes fall down to it, where tighnari's gloved hand is gently laid around an arrow pierced into your skin. he's not attempting to pull at it nor apply pressure, he is simply keeping his hand close to the thing that meant the most to him - your heart, specifically while it's still beating. "i love you too, nari." you finally realise what's happening, the corners of your vision going dark and hazy as you admire the fox male once more. he'll be the last thing you see, laying on the grass of your home, the avidya forest. he'll be your last comfort, the last thing you smell and touch. you know it was reckless to have put your life on the line in such a way but you would have done anything to protect the forest. tighnari lets out a wail into the calm of the avidya forest, praying that someone hears his cries of sorrow. your skin is cold to touch hours later but tighnari has not left your side, his tail curled around your body with only an emptiness left in his chest in your absence.

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IN MY DREAMS, I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU 

special thanks to @fanouropita​ for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + thoma, zhongli + xiao, ayato + diluc, tartaglia + baizhu x fem reader 

ଘ tw: blood (tartaglia and baizhu’s part)

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, praise kink, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, public sex, voyeurism 

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 6.1k

ʚ KAEYA & THOMA ɞ

“You should have told me you were coming to Mondstadt!” you complained, taking the food out of the oven. “I didn’t have time to prepare anything!”

“Haha, don’t worry!” Thoma laughed, while decorating his plate. “I wanted to surprise you! See, I even made your favourite Inazuman recipe.” 

“Now you’re making me look like a poor host.”

Thoma laughed, as you went to answer the door. 

“Hope I’m not too late for the reunion.” 

“I could never say ‘no’ to my boss,” you chuckled, taking a step aside. “Come in, Kaeya.” 

Kaeya and Thoma exchanged greetings and the three of you sat around the table. You had so much to talk about. The three of you were childhood friends and shared a dream of entering the ranks of the Knights of Favonius. Due to circumstances, only you and Kaeya made it, while Thoma was now working for the Kamisato Clan in Inazuma. Ever since the Sakoku Decree had been introduced, your communications with your dear friend were cut short. But now that it has been revoked, you come and go between the two nations taking turns visiting one another. 

“Oh right!” Thoma exclaimed. He stood up and went to his luggage, searching for something inside. “I brought you souvenirs!” He happily turned to the two of you. “This is one of the best sake in Inazuma. Master Ayato believes it will be to your liking, Kaeya.” 

“I will make sure to thank him next time I visit Inazuma.” He joyfully took the bottle. 

“And this one’s for you.” 

Taking the rectangle wooden box from his hands, you opened it and gasped at the beautiful hair piece ornament inside. 

“Milady helped me decide on the colour since I was kind of indecisive…” Thoma nervously confessed. 

“I love it!” you excitedly replied. “I’ll help you choose Ayaka’s gift when we go shopping.”

The merry atmosphere was filled with lively conversations. Thoma recounted his latest visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine where he had the pleasure — or the misfortune, as he emphasised — to stumble upon Lady Miko. And then, you narrated the incident of your latest mission with the Cavalry Captain. 

“He used me as bait to lure all those monsters and then refused to help me, because apparently I had got rusty! Can you believe it? I had to literally beg him to come save me!” You threw a death glare towards Kaeya, who innocently drank his wine. 

“Ah, yes, Kaeya is known for his teasing nature.” 

“Do you really believe that I would have let those monsters tear you apart?” Kaeya asked you, hand over his broken heart. “I would never!”

You simply rolled your eyes and took a bite of your food. 

“Thoma, your cup is still full,” Kaeya noticed. “Won’t you drink?”

“Ahaha… You know I’m not really fond of alcohol.”

“All I’m asking for is one drink,” he stated, lifting his index. “Are you really going to refuse one drink from your fellow Mondstadter friend?” 

“You’re not going to give up, will you?” Thoma whined a sigh. “Alright…”

Since Thoma’s tolerance for alcohol is zero to none, he got drunk after only one drink. Kaeya seemed pleased with treating his friend like a little toy for his own entertainment. And you hopelessly tried to maintain a balance between a drunk Thoma and a lightheaded Kaeya. 

“Can I do your hair?” Thoma asked you out of the blue. “I wanna see you wearing the ornament I bought you.”

You didn’t see anything wrong with his request, so you sat comfortably in your seat, while he styled your hair. Kaeya’s gaze was locked on the two of you, following Thoma’s every move. 

“It looks so beautiful on you.” Thoma whispered in your ear. 

Your body jolted at the sudden proximity. His breath was fanning your neck, giving rise to your body temperature. Kaeya stood up from his seat and came to stand behind you. 

“You look gorgeous, sweets.” 

A soft moan escaped your lips as the two of them started peppering both sides of your neck with kisses. Their hands started roaming your body. Thoma slipped inside your shirt and fondled your breasts in your bra, playing with your nipples. Kaeya rubbed his fingers on your clothed cunt, chuckling at your wetness. Removing your shirt and bra, Thoma sucked one of your nipples, teasingly lollying it with his tongue, while pinching your other one. Kaeya was left astonished at how quickly your panties became drenched. 

“Will you give us a hand, sweetheart?” he cooed, as he placed your hand on his hardened cock. 

Thoma was in a similar state. You watched them getting undressed, feasted your eyes on their naked bodies, before you fell on your knees with each at either side of you. You gave kitten licks to both of them, while pumping their cocks simultaneously. You gave Thoma a lick from the bottom of his shaft and licked the tip, taking him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him, earning a few moans from the blond, cheeks flushed red. You then turned towards Kaeya, who seemed a little irritated by not having taken priority. And yet, he couldn’t help but groan at you teasingly licking over the vein of his cock. 

You staggered between them; one moment your lips were wrapped around them and the next your hand was pumping them, spreading their precum all over their tips. Stopping you, your eyes hungrily took them in as they jerked themselves off, ejaculating all over your pretty titties. Thoma pulled you up and attacked your lips, starved to taste yours. Removing your skirt and panties, Kaeya had you sit on the chair and spread your legs. He knelt in-between and left bite marks on your inner thighs, making you whine in your kiss with Thoma. He picked up a valberry from your sparkling berry juice and put it in his mouth, then passed it on to you through a kiss. The sweet taste of the valberry in contrast to his taste of sake had you losing yourself in their touches.  

You meowled in Thoma’s lips, as Kaeya licked a few long strides on your cunt. He focused his lips on sucking your clit, while he slid two fingers inside your hole. You were barely able to hold your legs open, so each held one of them. “So pretty…” Thoma whispered, leaving a trail of kisses on your upper chest. Your moans and whimpers were enough to make them hard again. You screamed when Kaeya entered a finger in your ass hole, Thoma now having taken over his work in your pussy. Kaeya’s hand reached up and cupped your breast, squeezing tightly. 

When you were loosened enough, Thoma took your seat on the chair, while he made you comfortable on his lap. He immersed his cock slowly in your ass, both of them holding you tightly as you tried to get away because of the pain his tip caused you. They showered you with kisses and comforting words, helping ease the situation, until Thoma finally bottomed out. Your head fell heavy on his flushed chest, your voice breaking as Kaeya dived into your cunt, stretching against Thoma. 

“Someone is eager to get railed by both of us,” Kaeya teased, thrusting into you, enjoying how your cunt tightened around him. 

“If you wanted this, you should have asked, honey.” Thoma kissed your neck. 

Your mind had gone blank by them fucking both your holes. It hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Thoma was gentle as he thrusted in you, using just the right amount of force, while tenderly running his fingers on your skin and drawing soothing lines, whispering praises in your ears. Kaeya, however, was more erratic, more forceful in his movements, pointing out how well you were taking them, his lips attacking your neck and leaving hickeys all over. You were moaning and whining, blessing their ears with your melodic sounds. You were lost in a trance, as your orgasm hit you, your body shivering in-between them, as they thrusted in your holes, chasing after their own releases. 

ʚ ZHONGLI & XIAO ɞ

“Mortals these days sure act in a bizarre way,” Xiao stated, taking a bite of his almond tofu. 

“What new human custom did you encounter this time?” Zhongli asked him. 

“I can explain it to you.” You warmly smiled. 

“I was returning to Wangshu Inn after having extinguished the remnants of a defeated god, when I fell upon two humans.” Xiao paused. You noticed how his cheeks flushed red, a rare sight you thought you’d never have the chance to see in your life. And neither did the former Geo Archon. “They were naked in the woods…” Xiao then turned to look at you. “What kind of ritual were they performing in such an indecent way?”

You were lost for words. Xiao wasn’t particularly — if not at all — interested in the affairs of the mortals. You knew that very well. However, he seemed more willing to involve himself and learn a few things from you. At first, when Zhongli introduced you, the adeptus was weary of you. He didn’t deem you as a threat, on the contrary he was afraid that the karmic debt he carried might taint your soul, which ultimately proved to be more resilient than he had expected. Of all the peculiar things humans do that could pique Xiao’s interest, sex was the last one you would have considered. 

“What you saw was two humans engaging in sexual intercourse,” Zhongli took over the explanation of the “bizarre ritual”, since you were too shocked to reply. “In other words, it is an act performed for a variety of reasons; pleasure, portrayal of love, reproduction.”

Xiao needed a moment to take in this “valuable” information. How can that be something pleasurable? he wondered. He had fled the scene almost immediately, too stunned from this unusual spectacle, but he was certain that he had heard screams. That was the primal reason he had strayed from his path, as he had thought that mortals might have encountered monsters and needed help. 

“What are you thinking, Xiao?”

“Eh?” he responded. “Oh… It just doesn’t make sense to me…” 

Zhongli deviously curled his lips into a smile. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t experienced it,” he pointed out. “But I’m sure this can be resolved if you’re interested.” 

Turning your head towards him, you noticed Zhongli looking at you with suggestive eyes. You gulped realising what he was proposing. Then, you averted your attention towards Xiao, who seemed lost in thought. 

“I wouldn’t mind…” he admitted flustered a while later. 

Zhongli caught your hand and had you sit on his lap, his one hand caressing your ass, while the other cupped gently your cheek. “Pay attention, Xiao. You want to start things slow,” he explained, kissing your lips. “You need to get your partner in a certain mood. That is achieved by kissing and touching their body,” he continued, his lips now leaving kisses on your neck. 

Xiao’s eyes were stuck on the two of you, taking in all the changes of expressions on your face. Zhongli removed your shirt and kissed your upper chest, having you tighten your grip on his shoulders, your head falling back. He lifted you up and carried you to Xiao’s bed, while he slipped his tongue in your mouth, subduing yours in a little game of dominance. He urged Xiao to sit behind you, then turned you over to him; “Try it,” he encouraged him. 

The adeptus was hesitant in his movements, as he trod on uncharted waters. For the first time in his long life, he seemed to experience hesitation, in contrast to his usual storming into battle without a second thought. His lips softly touched yours, as he tried to mimic Zhongli’s actions. He caressed your arms with his fingertips all the way to your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine. He then nestled his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your soft skin and biting without quite realising it. 

Zhongli, who was still sitting behind you, removed your bra, leaving a little peck on the back of your shoulder. Xiao fondled your titties, massaging them and feeling your nipples hardening underneath his palms. Moving lower, he left kisses all over the same area as Zhongli. He sucked one of your nipples, enjoying the way it felt on his tongue as he swirled it all over it. Your chest was rising and falling hard and soft moans escaped your lips. 

You gasped as Zhongli slid his hand inside your pants, two of his fingers teasingly circling around your cunt. “Xiao, remove her remaining clothes,” he led him to his next action. Xiao was left astonished at your cunt sucking in Zhongli’s fingers, the squelching sound of it ringing in his ears. “You need to thrust your fingers like this,” the Geo Archon instructed. “It makes her a bubbling mess,” he elaborated, biting your ear. Of course, he knew all about it, since he knew everything about you.

Xiao replaced him, doing exactly as he was shown. His fingers slipped inside you with ease, the wetness and warmth of your cunt encouraging him to continue. Your walls welcomed his fingers with pleasure, providing all the necessary hospitality to enchant him into staying forever. Your body started trembling, as you were reaching your orgasm, which made Xiao worry, looking up at Zhongli for some kind of advice. “Keep your pace steady, she’s almost there,” he shared his knowledge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, as a wave of ecstasy washed over you. 

You panted hard, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulder. Your eyes wandered Xiao’s figure, as he curiously licked his fingers that were coated with your slick, then smiled at the sweet taste. Zhongli tapped your thigh, motioning you towards the adeptus. You stood on your knees and gently kissed Xiao’s lips, while slowly undressing him. You kissed your way from his lips to his hardened cock that begged to be pampered. You took him in your hand and pumped him, rubbing circles on the tip, which had the fearsome yaksha whimper. “W-Wait—” 

His breath hitched, feeling your lips envelope him. You looked up at him who was following your every move, having the back of his hand pressed against his mouth to muffle his moans. You were twirling your tongue around his shaft, showering him with a newfound sensation. Zhongli could only silently watch you, having now taken a seat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a cup of Osmanthus wine, which he gulped down in one go. The adeptus’ soft whimpers and moans encouraged you to open the door to a new world for him, a breathless groan accompanying his release in your mouth. 

You took a moment to catch your breaths, before Xiao kissed your lips again. He lay you down on your back, while he hovered on top of you. “Gently push yourself inside of her,” Zhongli instructed him. “Gently,” he emphasised. “Human penises are much smaller than ours.” Xiao kept his eyes locked in yours, as he slowly dived his cock in your drenched cunt. You felt a slight feeling of discomfort due to his size and thickness, which he attempted to distract you from by kissing you. 

When you had adjusted to him, you urged him to move. His first thrusts were shallow, slow and hesitant. But when your walls tightened around him, squeezing him pleasurably, he couldn’t help but pick up his pace, feeling now more confident. Your moans mixed with one another’s, creating a harmonic melody. Your head turned to the back and you noticed Zhongli sitting there, jerking himself off, which turned you on even more. “Don’t look at me. Focus on him,” he advised you. 

With minimal effort, the Conqueror of Demons was rearranging your inner world, sending you over to the heavens. Xiao was sucking on your neck and making you cream all over his cock with every thrust. It was hard for you to believe that this was his first time. Your moans prompted him to shower you with pleasure, so as to hear your sweet voice a little longer. He was reaching deep inside you, practically forcing the air out of your body, leaving you breathless. Your body spasmed as you orgasmed on his cock and he fucked you through it, before pulling out and releasing on your stomach, breathlessly thanking you. 

ʚ AYATO & DILUC ɞ

You were silently sitting in the corner of Ayato’s office in the Kamisato residence, as the Yashiro Commissioner was talking about business with the Master of the Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr. The two had started doing business together a little after Thoma had returned from his first trip to Monstandt after the revocation of the Sakoku Decree. Ayato had visited the Dawn Winery to inspect if there could be some profit in a business partnership and was pleased with the results. The Yashiro Commission became the official importer and distributor of the Dawn Winery’s products, which became quite popular in Inazuma. 

“I apologise for the delay of the delivery,” Diluc stated. “We were met with a horrendous thunderstorm on our way.” 

“There is no need to worry.” Ayato politely smiled. “The wine will be delivered to the city within the day. I encourage you to go and take a look. The Summer Festival is one of our biggest festivals.” 

“If time permits it, I’ll take a stroll around,” Diluc replied. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. I brought a few bottles of your favourite wine, Mr. Kamisato. I’ll go and bring them.” 

“No need!” you stopped him, standing up. “You two can continue your conversation and I’ll go bring Mr. Ragnvindr’s present.”

“Just ask any of my employees and they’ll give it to you.” 

Walking out of the office, you noticed Ayaka and Thoma waiting for you outside the door with eyes starved from exhilaration. You sighed and ignored them, walking towards the porch. But as expected, the two of them did not fret and followed you. 

“How are you feeling now seeing Mr. Ragnvindr after four months?” Ayaka eagerly asked. 

“I don’t understand your question, Milady,” you feigned ignorance. 

“Don’t play dumb!” Thoma laughed. “We all know that you have a crush on him. Master Ayato even went out of his way and ordered that magnificent kimono for you to wear to the festival. He said and I quote ‘This would surely catch Mr. Ragnvindr’s attention’.” 

“Master Ayato knows?” you gasped, then quickly covered your mouth with your hands. 

“So, you admit it!” Ayaka teasingly nuzzled your side with her elbow. “Of course my brother knows about it! He always keeps his eyes out for the people closest to him.”

If only you knew about his dark side, Milady. You mentally sighed. You have been working as the Yashiro Commission’s Secretary for a long time now. Unknown to the public, you’re also involved with the Shuumatsuban as Ayato’s right hand. One of his first orders to you was not to involve Ayaka in any shady work they mingle in. You respected Ayato for trying to keep his younger sister out of harm’s way. And as his right hand, the two of you had spent countless nights working overtime or helping each other relieve some steam. 

“Um, excuse me.” You tapped on an employee’s shoulder. As soon as you mentioned it, they gave you Diluc’s package for the Yashiro Commissioner. Thanking them, you returned to the office and resumed your previous position. You were sitting there, stealing glances of the Dawn Winery’s Master, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest. You locked eyes with him a few times. You were aware that given your position — and especially your involvement with the Shuumatsuban — it wouldn’t be possible for anything to happen between the two of you. And yet, you just couldn’t control yourself from longing for him. 

“Are you sure you wish to stay here?” Ayato asked. 

“I’m not feeling like attending a festival right now,” Diluc replied. “What about you, Mr. Kamisato? Shouldn’t you attend as you’re the Yashiro Commissioner?”

“Ayaka, my younger sister, is the one attending the social events. I would like to take this moment and rest a little.” 

Night had fallen and the two business partners were enjoying a drink on the porch. The Kamisato Estate was serene and peaceful, since all the servants and guards had been dismissed for the night to enjoy the Summer Festival with their loved ones. You, however, were still there, attending to their needs. 

“This kimono is so beautiful,” Diluc complimented you. 

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled. 

Ayato cunningly smirked, as he raised his cup to his lips, only to realise that it was empty. You choked a laugh, earning one of Ayato’s judgemental gazes, before standing up to go bring another bottle of wine. As you were returning, you tripped and fell on the wooden floor. Raising your head, you noticed the two of them looking at you with lustful eyes. 

“Look what mess you made, dear,” Ayato sinisterly smirked. 

You bit your lip nervously, observing the wine that had been spilt on Diluc’s shirt and Ayato’s pants. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you immediately apologised, flustered at your mistake. “I’ll go fetch you some dry clothes right—”

As you rushed to head inside, Ayato caught your arm and pulled you to him, your head colliding with his chest. “I have another idea in mind,” he breathed in your neck. You curiously looked at him, not quite understanding what his enigmatic suggestion meant. You twitched, feeling someone pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck. It was Diluc, who was now standing behind you. You tried to say something, only for him to capture your lips in a fiery kiss. 

Ayato rid you of your kimono, leaving you naked under the moonlight. He lay down, his head resting on the pillow, as he had you lie above him. He kissed gently your inner thighs, before locking his lips on your cunt. You moaned at his tongue licking your velvet folds. Ayato slapped your ass, having you bite back another moan. “Don’t just sit there. This isn’t for your entertainment, dear,” he explained. Discarding his pants, you squeezed his shaft, moving from the base to the tip at a slow tempo. 

Him groaning in your pussy as you licked kitten licks all over him made you choke on literal air. You knew that this was his way of punishing you for soaking his pants with wine, even so you weren’t going to accept this so easily. You peppered his base with kisses, while your thumb worked on his tip, massaging it and coating it with his precum. Your breath hitched, feeling a gentle caress on your waist. Diluc kissed your back, making you arch at his soft lips, your skin burning wherever he touched you. 

His tongue penetrated your ass hole, drenching it wet and loosening it. Diluc licked two of his fingers, before pushing them inside, pumping slowly to properly prepare you for what’s to come. You were stimulated simultaneously on both holes, resulting in a poor performance on your behalf as you couldn’t concentrate suitably on your own task. Ayato was taking note of that, as he would surely make you regret it later. For the time being, he was holding tightly onto your legs, preventing you from crushing his head, as he thrusted his tongue in your drenched cunt. 

When you were all perfectly ready, Diluc unbuckled his pants and stroked his hard cock a few times, before slowly pushing himself in your hole. You found it difficult to keep yourself from crushing with Ayato’s thigh. Your titties were grazing his abdomen, as your body rhythmically moved in Diluc’s tempo, making him hard. You were close to your climax, which made you impatient. Your mind was stuck on the stretch of Diluc’s cock in your ass and on Ayato’s wicked tongue that abused your cunt. Diluc was the first to reach his orgasm, pulling back and ejaculating all over your ass. 

As you had almost completely neglected him, Ayato didn’t give you the pleasure of letting you orgasm. You whined at his cruelty, only for him to grab your throat and crush your lips on his, devilish eyes observing you melting in his touch. He manhandled you into your hands and knees, positioning himself between your legs. His throbbing cock that was starved for touch teasingly rubbed your cunt, spreading your slick around your hole. Ayato shoved his cock in you, forcing the air out of your lungs, making tears well up in your eyes from his forceful thrusts. 

Diluc couldn’t help but pump his cock in his hand, seeing your fucked out expression, as Ayato ravaged your cunt. Your lips were parted oh so beautifully that he couldn’t resist the temptation of sliding himself in your mouth. You gladly accepted him, your tongue swirling around his length, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull. “...Fuck— You feel so good, sucking me off like that…” he breathed heavily. Ayato’s sharp movements had you moaning, sending vibrations on his cock. 

And here you are again, on the verge of ecstasy, mentally begging that Ayato won’t deny your orgasm again. Your eyes widened, as the two men cummed at the same time, one in your mouth, the other in your cunt. “This is your punishment for brushing me off earlier,” Ayato whispered in your ear, his hand holding delicately your throat as you swallowed Diluc’s cum. He kissed your shoulder, chuckling at your whine as he dragged himself out of your cunt, some of his cum spilling out. 

ʚ TARTAGLIA & BAIZHU ɞ

“This place is pretty dead… By which I mean, there’s nothing to kill.” That’s what he said, leaning back on his seat, disappointed by the placidity of time. Tartaglia had been cooped up in the Northland Bank, not having anything in particular to do. He would always whine about how bored he was to you, always nagging you to go somewhere and stir up some trouble, just for the fun of it. So, when Andrei informed him of a well-known Liyue merchant’s outrageous debt to the bank, Tartaglia took it upon himself to pay a little visit to the merchant. And of course, you followed him, thinking that things couldn’t go bad. 

However, when the two of you cornered the merchant and demanded the debt to be paid in full, you noticed how Tartaglia’s eyes glowed with fervent exhilaration at the appearance of the merchant’s bodyguards. “Stay behind me.” He protectively placed you behind him; not that you really needed to be protected. He knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself, having sparred with him multiple times. And yet he couldn’t help but want to show off in front of you. Not to mention that he was itching for some kind of fight. 

You spared yourself the trouble of having to deal with mongrels and just sat back and watched. Despite your initial estimation of the bodyguards’ strength, Tartaglia easily handled them. Maybe you had overestimated them. Or maybe your boss was a tiny bit arrogant while fighting them, as he left himself open, only for a moment, giving the chance to one of them to graze his right arm with his sword. You immediately called for backup and then rushed to his side, but he refused your help. In the end, he beat them up and had his subordinates deal with the rest. 

“Let me see your arm,” you demanded. Lifting his arm, you observed the wound; it wasn’t too deep, but it clearly indicated that he hadn’t taken his opponents seriously, deeming them as trivial third-rate characters. 

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry,” Tartaglia laughed. 

“You need to have this checked right now! It might get an infection.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic right now?” he asked you, removing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s nothing. Really! It doesn’t even hurt.” 

Your gaze said it all; you weren’t going to listen to a word he said. On the contrary, Tartaglia would be the one heeding to your orders. He sighed deeply, thinking that he still had a long way to go, before he could ever dream of winning a fight of nerves against you. He still thought that it wasn’t as big of a deal as you made it to be, yet he was willing to obey and go along with you, because he knew that deep down you were just worried about him. And that made him happy. Taking your hand, he rushed back to Northland Bank, impatient to have you comfort the poor injured him. 

His tilted head, his quirked eyebrow and his awkward smile betrayed that he hadn’t expected you to bring him to Bubu Pharmacy. You started ascending the stairs, having him follow you, as your hands were intertwined. Tartaglia didn’t say anything about it, but he did find it a little suspicious when the two of you entered Dr. Baizhu’s room in the back of the pharmacy. 

“Baizhu! Baizhu!” you called for him, as soon as you came inside. “I need your help! Tartaglia’s injured!” 

“Geez, don’t make it sound as if I’m dying,” he joked. “It’s a scratch, honestly. She’s… Overreacting a little.” 

“Take a seat and let me have a look,” Baizhu instructed him.

Tartaglia looked at you, then sighed and did as the doctor had asked him. Baizhu completely ripped off his ruined sleeve and started examining the wound, while you explained the situation. 

“Well, the wound has slightly swelled up. Despite the fact that the assailant sliced your extensor digitorum muscle, it’s not a deep wound and it’ll heal quickly,” Baizhu diagnosed, as he stood up, going to his cabinets. “I’ll clean it, apply some ointment on it and wrap it in a bandage just to avoid any infection.” Taking what he needed, he then returned to treat the wound. 

“By the way, Baizhu, where’s Changsheng?” you asked him, curiously looking around for her. 

“Changsheng is currently preoccupied with Qiqi, sorting out some medicinal herbs,” he replied, while wrapping the treated wound in a bandage. “Have you been busy? I haven’t seen you a lot lately.”

“It was mostly dull bureaucratic work. This is the first time I’ve gone out in days.” 

“It must have been so hard for you, you poor thing. No wonder you look so exhausted. Would you like me to prescribe you some medicine to help ease your fatigue?”

“I would appreciate it.” 

Tartaglia had been observing you for a while, in his eyes there was a suspicious gleam. He had found it strange when you casually entered the back of the store, Baizhu’s living quarters, as if you were used to it. And now, something just didn’t sit right with him. Your conversation was so simple, just an exchange of concern between two friends. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else going on; something he wasn’t aware of. 

“Are you, by any chance, seeing each other?” he interrupted your conversation. 

“We’re not dating if that’s what you’re implying,” Baizhu answered his curiosity, then turned towards you, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. “We do, however, occasionally keep one another company during the lonely times of day.” 

“Is that so?” Tartaglia wondered. Pulling your arm, he had you sit on his lap. “And here I thought I was your only lover,” he breathed on your neck, then bit you, making you hiss. 

He wasn’t enraged, he didn’t have the right to be, since you weren’t anything official. But his whole being burnt fiercely with jealousy, thinking that the man in front of him had seen you in such an intimate manner. Dr. Baizhu is an irrefutable master of the medicinal arts; Tartaglia could never contradict this truth, even if he wanted to. However, he found it difficult to believe that the man who needed to rest after walking half a mile could ever satisfy you. Looking over at Baizhu, he smirked devilishly, as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking you. 

“Tartaglia— Wha— What are you doing?!” you gasped as he unzipped your uniform. 

“I thought that Dr. Baizhu and I could have a little taste of you. I am sure it’ll make me feel much better.” He bit your shoulder. 

Baizhu leant on his arm, elbow on the desk, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling into a smirk, as he watched Tartaglia fondle your breasts, leaving kisses, hickeys and even bites. He menacingly chuckled at how hard you pressed your thighs together. You were enjoying this more than you were willing to admit, yet your moans betrayed you. There you were, sitting naked on Tartaglia’s lap, your head to his chest, his injured arm choking you, your legs spread open and two of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt. And Baizhu watched every part of it. 

“You like him watching you being fucked by another man, don’t you?” Tartaglia asked you, his voice laced with perilous lust. “Of course, you do. You’re so drenched that the squelching sounds of your little cunt echo throughout the room.” 

His every derogatory word matched perfectly with his thrusts, making you drunk in his covetous desire. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t escape him. Your mind could only think of him depriving you of oxygen, while setting your whole being aflame. You desperately searched for air, feeling as if you could die any moment now. Your mind was shutting down and your body quivered as you reached your orgasm by his vicious fingers. 

Whilst still in your little imaginary world, Tartaglia carried you to the bed, pinning you on the mattress as he hovered above you. You couldn’t process the scene in front of you, dazed from your prior release. He smirked, pleased to see you looking at him with that dumb expression of yours he loved so much, as he rid himself of the unrequired clothes. Aligning himself with your cunt, he dived right in, whistling enthusiastically at how quickly your velvet walls tightened around him. 

His thrusts were virulent, his poison spreading through your body and making you addicted to him. Leaning closer, he forced your head to the side, having you lock eyes with Baizhu. “Has he ever fucked you like this? Raw and dumb? Hell, does he even know that you love being treated like a whore?” Tears were falling from your eyes. His hand that was covering your mouth muffled your whines and moans. With a swift move of his, you were flipped on your stomach, Tartaglia pulling your ass up, before jerking his hips aggressively into ravaging your pulsating cunt. 

Opening your eyes, through your blurry vision, you noticed Baizhu sitting in front of you, his hand stroking his hardened cock. “I apologise, my dear. You are clearly preoccupied, but I would appreciate it if you could… Help me out a little.” For some reason you couldn’t comprehend, you turned to look over your shoulder at the man abusing your pussy. Tartaglia smirked, pleased with your reaction, then nodded to you, as if he were giving you permission to tend to the other man. 

Your lips enveloped his cock in a sloppy and wet paradise, having Baizhu moan at the sensation. He would ruffle your hair and gently caress your cheek with the back of his fingers with a soft smile on his face, before letting out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard in the entirety of Teyvat. “Just like that, dear… Oh great Archons, you’re so gorgeous…” he chanted your praises as he cummed. Your body spasmed on his cock, as Tartaglia fucked you through your orgasm. He would occasionally lean down over you and mark your shoulders with hickeys, his hickeys. 

Tartaglia filled you up with his cum, making sure every wall of that cunt was coated with it. Wrapping his hand in your hair, he gave it a small tug, indicating you to stand up. Your back collided with his chest, as his hand let go of your hair and found its place back to your neck. “I guess after we’re done, I’ll need a new bandage,” he sneered, the bandage of his arm having turned slightly red due to him forcing it. “Until then, I’m going to fuck you dumb.”

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[frogchiro]

genshin men who after cumming so so deep inside you don't pull out immediately, instead they let out the most delicious desperate rumbling growls as they continue making tiny thrusts, desperately trying to get even deeper as they feel they're still cumming, dick pressed tightly against your cervix and the only thing these men have on their mind is to breed you good and not letting even a drop of their seed slip outside♡

DILUC, PIERRO, CAPITANO, AYATO, ITTO, KAEYA, HEIZOU, ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, CHILDE

[maokomi]

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.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 gn reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, modern au

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.」 Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma, Ayato, Alhaitham

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[rensukei]

nsfw 18+ (soft!dom x reader, fingering, daddy kink)

sweet men who baby you—who give you the most precious princess treatment; who call you angel and sweetheart, handling you and treating you as if you're a fine piece of glass just waiting to be shattered. they love taking care of you, love indulging in your hobbies and letting you get next to everything you want. they love seeing your pretty little dainty fingernails polished with the lightest pink you could find on the rack, matching with the small accents on your phone.

these are the same men who drill their fingers into your tight little cunt as tears fall down your cheeks, whines of his name and pleas for him to stop or slow down tumbling out from your kiss-swollen lips because it's all too much as he litters your neck with marks. these are the same men who won't do anything more than mess with your swollen clit until you tell him exactly what you want, tied together with a sweet "please" at the end of your strangled request.

sweet men who talk you through it, phrases such as "i know baby, it's okay" and "be a sweet girl and cum on daddy's cock, yeah?" being ones you know all too well as he pulls yet another orgasm out from your pretty pussy.

shouta aizawa, issei mastukawa, gojo satoru, kaeya alberich, ayato kamisato, sero hanta, kuroo tetsurou

©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 :: tpwk!!

[urlovebrini]

when i lay on you, it's only me and you on my mind

⋆❀ — includes: ayato, alhaitham, zhongli x gn!reader

⋆❀ — summary: just you surprising them by laying your head in their lap and resting

⋆❀ — content: gn!reader, fluff, suggestive themes, suggestive talk, they are so in love, pet names ("puppy" in ayatos, alhaitam calls you cat), talk about collars and discipline in ayatos, talks about adoration with zhongli, mentions of worship, toughts about marriage with zhongli, nothing explicit just suggestive. you are ayatos fiance, use of the word master in a playful way, alhaitam may be a little occ but i imagine this is how he acts when he is in love.

⋆❀ — a/n: hello everyone, this is my first time writing in a long time, but i will be continue with this type of little stories here. sorry for any mistake english is not my first lengauje

⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚ ayato:

the dim light of the early morning fills the room, as ayato is absorbed in his work, cheeking documents, writing letters, and tending to the affairs of the clan and inazuma. you knew that your fiance had so much on his plate, always busy with so much work to do, but at the same time, you yearned with moments of closeness with him.

entering his office in the most quiet manner you can, you see him immersed in his work, a smile grows in your face, he hasn't noticed you yet. so following the wims of your heart, you make your way to him,bsettle on the floor, and rest your head in ayatos' lap. He startles a little with your presence, was so immersed in his work that doesn't notice you until you were almost to close, but when he notices he knows it's you, is easy for him your smell, your presence, so he looks down with a small smile, and when his eyes meet yours, he can help it and the one of his face only grows wider. You smile to him as his fingers gently glide through your hair, caressing you with tendernes, he goes back to his work and continue to caress you, and you just enjoy the moment not needing to say words in that moment.

while he continues with his work for a while, you almost falling asleep again, ayato can't help himself "aren't you like a loyal and obedient puppy? demanding and expecting the caresses and affections of his master?" he comments while he continues writing in his endless pappers and stroking your hair with his other hand, "umm a puppy?" is what you say in a sleepy voice, a mischievous smiles shines in his face and he says "yes, my very loyal and needy puppy".

"well if that case, you are not being a very good owner" you say and give him a slap in the thigh, so he can stop with his nonsense but his smile only grows wider, as he let's out a laugh you give him another slap and he looks down to you, his expression full of amusement "oh i think im a very good master, but perhaps i should be a bit stricter with you, don't you think?" your gaze meets his, and you return his banter, "so you want to try to be a stric master? well, i will be waiting to see if you can keep with that facade" you tease, he smiles more with exitememt and happines and stroke your hair just a little more stronger. "so bratty, you will see"

but even if you see, you don't care you love him and want more time with him, and even though he's busy and focused on his affairs, he always finds room to you, so you smile and let him be, enjoying his company and affections.

⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitham:

the room was quiet and peaceful as alhaitham was engrosed in his reading, he's well aware that you have enter the living room and are walking towards him and the sofa but decides not to interrumpt, thinking you simply will join his side for a tranquil moment together. However you pick his interest when you move up the book he has in his hands. As he looks at you, you offer him a sweet smile while you settle in the couch, and use his lap as an impromptu pillow. As you clutch your plushie and you snuggle in his lap, he continues with his lecture, as the fingers of his free hand delicate glide trought your hair, the only sound is the shift of the pages, the breath of you two, and your hums of satisfaction.

alhaitham's eyes shift from the pages of his book to you, studying your face for a moment "you know, if you want to sleep, the normal thing would be to go to bed" he breaks the silence in the room, his face is serius but his tone is light and teasing, he takes the scene studying like he studies his books, you surruended by a blanket and holding a plushie as you rest in his lap. After the sugestión of going to bed you can only can comment "well actually, your lap is more comfortable" he returns his gaze to his book and continues with his administrations on your hair and comments "you have quite sense of comfort, if this is what you find cozy" his eyes serious as he reads, but you can sense his enjoyment in the situation.

your response is a nibble on his tight "so elocuent as always" he muses with a smirk, and takes your chin to meet your eyes with his piercing eyes "always with interesting ways to make your point" he hums and continues "yea interesting is the right word, always making me wonder what goes in that pretty head of yours" you can quit your your look in his eyes "maybe thats better, that you don't know everything that its in my mind, so you dont get bored of me so easily". He looks at you with an egnimatic smile but doesn't answer anything, returning to his book and the caresses in your hair.

the two of you continue like that for a while, his administrations in your hair make you hum of pleasure almost sounding like a purr, you have him chuckle "you are a spoiled cat" he comments with a touch of amusement "that air on you and the way you seek my attention" you look at him with indignation "i'm not a cat" you retort. his fingers mid caress "so i should stop" he remarks with a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at you "no, a little pampering doesn't hurt every now and then". alhaitham chuckles softly and his fingers continue with his brushes on your hair "don't take it as an insult, i am just observing what i see kitty cat" you respond away that you are not a cat, but he continues as he doenst had heard you "maybe i should consider buying you a collar and a bell, it would be an interesting addition to your ouftis" you cant belive him "a collar and a bell? seriously?".

alhaitham chuckles softly "it would be hard to ignore you if you walked around with a bell" his hand continues gently stroking your hair, smiling lightly and his eyes shining as he is pondering something while he examines you "hmm, a green collar, right?" he comments thoughtfully, as if considering the idea more seriously than it seems. "i suppose you'd look good with one." Your gaze is a mix of incredulity and amusement. "you're joking, aren't you?" he doesnt reply so you continue "i can't believe your having such a serious conversation about collars and bells" he laughts and you think that maybe you will let him do anything "don't worry i don't see you as a cat" he touches the point of you nose softly and gets back to his lecture, and as you start to close your eyes you heard him say "although turquoise would look nice too"

⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚zhongli:

the house is imbuid with a tranquil serenity as Zhongli enjoys his tea in the early morning. the sounds of the wind and leaves and the nice smell of tea fills the room as his thoughts seem to wandering to memories of past years and his ancient life. He ponders on how his life has envolved, growing for being rex lapis to his new identity as Zhongli. the dim lights and shadows stretch across the room, his gaze fixed on the tea cup and his absorbed in his reflections, as you enter the living room quietly missing your lover in the bed in such early hours.

his eyes move towards you figure, as you enter the room "darling did something happen? did i wake up you up?" you ignore his question as you approach him with soft steps "you want some tea darling?" he ask but the only answer he gets is you setting your body on the floor and resting your head tenderly in his lap. His haze lands on your face with a mixture of surprise and warmth. in the soft glow of the romm, his eyes meet your, and a gentle smile takes place in his lips. his fingers travel to your hair delicately stroking it, and his other hand caress your check, as if his exploring every corner of your being.

in the stillness of the early morning he studies you and gets back to his early toughts about the development in his life is reminder of his present, now you his new anchor a steady rock in his life, he so keen to contracts and agreements, but he knows that in this moment and in his life you are his most treasure one, you and him dont have a writing contract per se, but he knows that the most important ones don't need one, and maybe sometime in the future he will fill one with you, putting your lifes together by law, and you be in all accords al his but in this moment that is all insignificant because he has you here.

and as you wait for him to finish his thoughts, just enjoying his tender caress and his company, zhongli cant help but notice the difference or approach of his former life. People getting on the floor to make formal bows and displays of respect were the norm when he was known as rex lapis, but now here you are, yes on the floor, but resting and laying in his lap, and your eyes shines with so much adoration to him.

"it's interesting how things have changed," he murmurs softly, sharing his thoughts aloud to you "in my ancient life, people used to bow before me with reverence and distance. Now you're here, in my lap, in a gesture much closer and human." his voice is gentle, and his eyes shine with something maybe is a mixture of nostalgia and awe as he observes you.

you hum acknowledging him while you tought what to answer to him, commonly he is the most elocuent between the you two "but i can help but revere you too" you answer almost shyly with a soft voice, and it's true the adoration in your eyes as you look at him tells him all "and i want to worship you with al myself" and you do but your worship to him is different it represents a new phase in his life – a phace in witch he allows himself to experience all the warmth and closeness that you offer oh so fully to him, but in the end he worships you too and even more, and he takes all you give to him so freely because he can never get enough of you.

his hand takes your cheek, and he looks directly at your eyes "oh my sweet darling, if you insist on that you want to worship me maybe i could teach the correct ways to adore me my love" his eyes shines with something strange as he continues "so my little love you are so desperate to revere me?" and he will take everything you give to him, so he can love you fully and give more to you.

⋆❀ — a/n: i hope you enjoy it, and if you want that i write more you can ask for more characters, at second part, or another situation, and I accept constructive criticism and feedback but with respect. is the first time that I have written in a long time and my first time writing for genshin characters. so xoxo to everyone, i hope to be updating more things soon.

[xoxodiluc]

i love you | kamisato ayato x female! reader

genre romance, angst, hurt / comfort

cw arranged marriage, ayato tries to win you back but he's scared of messing things up again, ayato breaking down (so kinda ooc) | not proofread.

notes if u don't like flowers...... PRETEND U LIKE THEM PLSLSJHDGHSJKHD FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY LOL / also i actually don't think this is . good ugh but shit oh well ... i'm probably gonna edit this when i have free time 💔

sequel to in my dreams, you love me back

Kamisato Ayato thought the first few months of you not living with him anymore was fine.

But why... Why was he missing your presence? Whenever he comes home, he has the urge to call out your name, only to remember that you were gone.

He knew he had no right to miss you. He got what he wanted, right? He should be grateful for it.

"My lord, could you repeat what you said again?" Thoma was stunned.

"...Bring these flowers to Y/N's home."

Thoma stared at the flowers in Ayato's hands, then cleared his throat, taking them from him. "O-Okay, my lord."

"Flowers?" Your cheeks warmed, accepting the flowers Thoma gave to you. "From whom?"

He was noticeably nervous, "Uh... From Lord Ayato..."

You involuntarily dropped the flowers as soon as you heard his name. "Oh. Tell him that I do not accept these." Thoma gulped, nodding as he picked up the flowers.

"I will."

Sighing, you crouched down and helped him. "I'm sorry for suddenly dropping it, I—"

"It's okay, milady! I understand."

You gave him a small smile as you both stood up. "Thank you. Um... Have you eaten dinner? I still have some." You pointed to your back, where you cooked yourself some food for dinner, not knowing it was too much for one person.

Because you got used to cooking food for Ayato.

"Oh, I appreciate it, milady." And you invited him to your home for dinner, forgetting about Ayato for a while.

Ayato knew you wouldn't accept the flowers he offered, especially when he wasn't even the one who gave them to you personally. He called himself a coward.

He sighed, sitting on his chair. If Ayato showed up instead of Thoma and offered you the flowers, would it still make any difference?

Well, take the risk or lose the chance. Ayato was determined to let you know he was sorry.

Thankfully, your house wasn't that far away from his.

Your mood immediately became sour when you saw your husband at your doorstep. "What do you want, Ayato?"

For the first time in years, he felt nervous. "You didn't accept the flowers."

"I see no reason why I should."

He agreed. "I... I apologize."

"Okay. I don't forgive you." Your words hurt more than Ayato had expected, though he knew you would never forgive him.

Ayato nodded and gave you the flowers, "At least accept these." About to shake your head, he whispered, "Please."

Once you hesitantly took it, he turned around and walked away. You feel your heart breaking as you watch his figure disappear further.

The next day, you got ready to buy some groceries. You reminded yourself to stroll around Inazuma City for a while afterward, but you disregarded that thought once you saw Ayato again in front of your house. Now, you wanted nothing more than to sulk in your home. What does he want?

"I don't mean to disturb you, Y/N." You almost rolled your eyes because he did disturb you.

"What are you doing here?"

He sighed, "Please, let me make it up to you."

"And you think I'd still forgive you?" You scoffed, walking past him as Ayato closed the door for you. You get that you were being a little harsh, but you wouldn't forget what he did to you back then.

"No, I know you won't."

"So why are you still bothering?"

"Because you didn't deserve the way I treated you. So from now on, I'll treat and respect you as my wife, even if you ignore me, even if you don't talk to me. If I could, I'll do anything to take back the things I said and did to hurt you."

You felt your heart beating quickly. You won't forgive Ayato, but he could still make it up, though you didn't trust that he wouldn't hurt you again.

With a little hesitation, you nodded. "Fine."

A hopeful look flashed on his face, "All right. May I accompany you wherever you go?"

"Sure, do whatever you want."

Days, weeks, and months passed by, and Ayato would accompany you every day. You wondered, how could he have so much time for a busy person?

It seemed that he kept up with what he said, though. Even when you ignored him like how he ignored you back then, he treated you like you were his wife, like... the love of his life.

He walks you back to your home every time you go out and sends you your favorite flowers and other things you showed interest in when you walked around Inazuma City. Funny how you were once putting an effort into your relationship, and now it was the other way around.

You were confused as well... about Ayato and your feelings for him. Were you actually thinking of forgiving him? You had to know if he was being genuine. How would you know he wouldn't hurt you again?

So when you were walking back home along with Ayato, you asked, "What do you want from me?" The question came out to be harsher than you intended.

He stopped in his tracks, and he couldn't answer. You turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows and see him clenching his fist as the tears threatened to fall from his eyes...

"I..." He gulped, "I don't know what you're—"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't—"

"That's what I thought. I won't be living here anymore."

Ayato remembered the day you left his home. "No, I didn't mean— Please, don't leave..."

Your eyes widened, "Ayato, I won't leave." The man in front of you who is usually composed sobbed and got on his knees. The sight cracked your heart, and you crouched down to soothe his shoulder. "Hey..."

Because even after everything, you still loved him. You were just scared of getting hurt again.

Soon after Ayato calmed down, he couldn't look at you, so he stared at his hands instead as he started speaking. "I wanted to win you back. I want your love, even though I know I don't deserve that… So for as long as it takes, I'll wait. And if you don't have the heart to take me back, I understand and I'll leave you alone."

"You idiot... Don't you think you've waited for too long?" He looked at you with wide eyes, "It's okay, Ayato. I forgive you."

"But—"

"I still love you. I guess I just was just scared of getting hurt again."

He hugged you, finally saying, "I love you. Archons, I love you very much."

You buried your face into his neck, "You mean that?"

"Of course, yes." He pulled away to caress your cheeks with his hands. "Let's try again. Let's get married."

"Aren't we married, though?" You said, hiding the smile on your face.

Ayato shook his head, "I meant that we should get married as a real couple. I really want to, Y/N. Please?"

He got your answer when you kissed him on the lips.

Not only in your dreams, but in reality, he loves you back.

xoxodiluc © 2022 | all rights reserved. do not claim as your own, modify, copy or repost.

[yakshaxiao]

[roseastralis]

gilded cage

ayato x fem!reader

✦ info ; having been stuck in your home forever by your cruel father, you have always seeked freedom. everything changed when the yashiro commissioner requested to have a date around inazuma with you. will this finally be your chance of breaking free from your gilded cage?

✦ warnings ; sign of abuse, english is not author's first language.

✦ author's note ; yes i'm finally back and i'm willing to post some new fics for all of you! thank goodness i can finally write since it's the holiday break now, so expect some new fics coming up!!

✦ masterlist

No matter how hard you tried, you could never break free from the strings you were controlled on. You were forced to live the life opposite of what you have wanted, and you couldn’t even escape by death when all these servants have their eye on you day and night. Just a simple walk in the streets of Inazuma was not allowed, and you were forbidden to set foot on the outside world. The only thing that kept you entertained in your lavish room were the books you had. Even if you try to talk to the servants, they cannot answer back. You were alone, having no one to talk to. 

But one day, things changed. Your cruel father finally looked at you proudly for once, and a huge smile plastered on his face when he finally introduced you to the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. Although, when your father pulled you into a room to speak to you privately, all he did was give you a pinch on your ear.

“Listen, You fool. You will be taken by the Commissioner on a date out in Inazuma today, so I need you to be on your utmost proper behavior. Any complaints from the Commissioner, and you will be dead to me.” Your father spat, still not letting go of your ear as you tried your best not to let the sobs slip from your mouth.

—

“So, Lady Y/N. I have heard a lot about you. I wish we could have met sooner, but unfortunately I was too busy to arrange a meeting with you. But it is all thanks to your father that I have finally met their charming daughter. He smiled genuinely, as you both walked side by side in the streets of Inazuma.

“Thank you for the compliments. I have indeed heard about your works and contributions to Inazuma, and really I was quite surprised when my father told me that a certain commissioner arranged something with me. Above all, I was shocked to see that it was the famous Yashiro Commissioner he was talking about.” You tried to keep up a gentle smile, as he gives you another warm smile back.

If you did well today, Ayato may choose you as his wife—and you’ll finally be freed from the shackles of your father. But what were the chances that he would choose you? After all, a servant did tell you that you were the fifth woman he had gone out with, trying to find the perfect wife. But will it be really guaranteed that he would choose you out of all the other women? But you will try your best. You would do anything to escape the gilded cage your family put you in, and this was the perfect opportunity. If the Yashiro Commissioner chose you to be his loving spouse, then it would put an end to your misery. You would do anything and everything.

The both of you were still walking through the elegant streets of Inazuma. People continued to greet the two of you as you held each other’s hand. You could feel the roughness of his gloves beneath your fingertips, and you were flustered by the way he held onto your waist carefully as he guided you through the stalls and stores of Inazuma. You enjoyed the way he spoke, his voice being eloquent which suited his status very well. To say he was handsome was an understatement, as you couldn’t keep your eyes off his tuft periwinkle soft hair and the cute singular mole on his face. He smirked instead of smiling, and you continued to listen to him babbling about his excellent works as a noble.

It was quite admirable that he did all that at such a young age, and you were more amazed how he could accomplish his duties as a commissioner. Your admiration for him skyrocketed, and you found yourself falling for Ayato’s charms. But the question is, does he feel the same way? After all, you weren’t like him at all. You weren’t as hardworking, nor did you have responsible leadership. Your life consisted of being inside your room all day as you read books and occasionally did painting and embroidery. It isn’t guaranteed that he would choose you among the others. It was fitting to say that your date with the commissioner went on smoothly. You both drank tea at Komore Teahouse, and you were able to taste a lot of new Inazuma delicacies for the first time. Ayato on the other hand, tried to stifle his laugh whenever you tried to fit all the dango in your mouth in one sitting. You were an interesting woman, so he thought. Your father wasn’t lying when he said he had such a beautiful and caring daughter like you. But one thing Ayato noticed was that you knew nothing of the world. You asked a ton of questions about Inazuma, and Ayato was confused when you asked him what and where the Tenshukaku was.

—

“Lady Y/N, I was hoping we could talk about some things for a bit.” Ayato said as he let go of the tea cup in his hand and placed it on the table. You gulped, feeling the atmosphere turn up a little bit. You pressed your lips into a thin line, letting go of your tea cup as well and cleared your throat. “What do you want to talk about, My Lord?” You replied, smiling softly. Ayato eyed you for a bit, seeing an uneasy smile plastered upon your face. “I deeply apologize if this offends you or anything, but this matter has been irking me since the start of our outing.” Ayato cleared his throat again. “Earlier, when we were walking together in the streets of Inazuma, you held my hand tightly and looked quite worked up. You asked me a lot of questions regarding Inazuma’s delicacies, history, and such. I answered all your questions yes, but what irked me the most was when you asked me what Tenshukaku was. I was quite shocked and I expected you to know, because practically, everybody knows the residence of the Raiden Shogun.”

Ayato looked at you, and put a finger under his chin.     “Lady Y/N, does this have to do with your father?” Your eyes widened upon hearing his words, and small tears threatened to drop. It was all your fault, you should have been more careful. You let your curiosity of things get the better of you, and you should have paid attention to your words. You struggled to answer the man in front of you, and struggled to get any words out of your mouth. Your father is going to kill you once he finds out what happened. But even so, you knew you couldn’t hide anything from the commissioner. He has a sharp mind, and figures things out quickly. You shouldn’t have underestimated his abilities. You can’t hide anything from him.

“I… Yes. My father.” You stutter. “All my life, I've been staying, or rather—prisoned, in my own room. My father refuses to let me go out, saying that the world does not want to see me. Those words have been engraved in my mind ever since.” You whispered, biting your lip in order for your sobs to not escape. “I’ve been trying and trying to see the outside world and travel anywhere and everywhere as I wish, but my stern father is the cause of why I don’t have any freedom at all. You sigh heavily, a bit joyous that you were able to release your anger and problems. Ayato pursed his lips, quietly plotting something, but you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking about on that damned brain of his.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tilt your head to the side, nervously awaiting for Ayato’s mouth to finally blurt out something. It was not an understatement to say that you were quite anxious, it was evident that your cold hands were shaking a bit on the wooden table. Suddenly, your cold hands felt warm hands caressing your palm.

“Do not worry my dearest. I will make sure your father will pay for what he has done to someone precious like you. Stay with me, be my bride—and I will make sure you get the life you deserve.”

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kamisato ayato ⇄ about you.

synopsis : ever since the two of you got together, ayato is making sure he remembers and knows every single detail about you despite him being a busy man.

tags / warnings : gender–neutral!reader, lots & lots of fluff!!

truth be told, ayato is too busy to be in a relationship when he is the head of the kamisato clan, alongside being the head commissioner of the yashiro commission.

he only got little to no time for himself, why enter a relationship?— of course, every person’s perspective changes especially the time when he first saw you— merely interacting, the way you look at him— with other people. he was mesmerized.

thoma saw it all, even his sister, ayaka. they saw it with their very own eyes how ayato changed when you entered his life. it was a great consequence, a positive one that thoma doesn’t have to worry about his waka anymore when it comes to his personal needs and problems because you made him— ayato prioritize himself before his duty and work as a head and a commissioner.

it was a tedious process when the two of you met and went to your own love story. ayato still remembers and knows very little things about you. from what you like to your favorites, hobbies from time to time, and your actions every time you are uncomfortable or anxious— he figures it all out. honestly speaking, he won’t forget any of it.

this is one of the days that you two had your time to yourselves where ayato finally manages his time well off and on from work, it was all because of you and he is grateful for it.

“darling, what are you doing here?” he came out of the state where you sat, drinking your favorite drink whilst taking a deep breath and fresh air to appreciate around you.

he knew that you’d been drinking your favorite refreshment these past few days and ayato noticed it, every time you do, you’ve been trying to calm yourself for some reason, there has been something bothering you.

not to mention, he requested your favorite food be brought here any minute now.

“ayato,” your eyes softened at his approaching figure where you moved to the side for him to be able to sit beside you.

“just taking some fresh air,” you replied, after he sat down, your favorite food was placed down, making you feel at ease.

your lover knows you very well.

“i see, if you’re tired, do not be afraid on taking a rest.”

“that’s ironic, isn’t that my saying for you?” you teased as he chuckled, leaning your head against his shoulder where his fingers were intertwined with yours.

“i am currently resting, that is not a problem but your rest? have you been resting?” he questioned back where you sighed in defeat.

“i am but it doesn’t feel enough” You closed your eyes, basking in his scent that always makes you feel at home every time you just took a bite of the food in front of you.

“it’s alright, you do not need to rush when you rest, that’s what you told me, didn’t you? take your time doing so.” he smiled, his eyes glimmering whilst looking at you.

there wasn’t a day that he never fall for you harder.

nodding your head, you indeed take your time resting (and eventually eating) with him. it was one of the times that the two of you just takes a break from each other with comfortable silence.

ayato tells himself that he should focus on taking care of you than himself, you told him many times that he shouldn’t as his being healthy mentally and physically affect everything around him positively, especially when he is overworked, somehow.

he always reminds himself to take care of you first but when you told him that he should prioritize himself first, he did it because you told him to and once he did, he always checks you like you are doing to him, just a give and take.

“do not pressure yourself, alright? it’s more important than our work” and that made you smile, seeing your good influence on him after years of being together.

what you did not know is Ayato is always thinking about you whenever or wherever he is. how he dedicates his life and work for you, to make everything better for the both of you.

“of course my love, not a problem.” you leaned your head against him, resting on each other’s arms as both of your homes.

staying like that until both of you are satisfied, it was time to go back to work— for Ayato that is. when going back to his working chambers, his heart is still beating, yearning for every inch of you. he just wanted you to stay by your side until every sun sets down the horizon.

he loves you much dearly with all of his life.

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— i’m in love with you, sorry ! ★ | edition: kamisato siblings, version 1.0

ft. ayato & ayaka x fem!reader

content. angst, unrequited love (ayato), love without a happy ending (ayaka), hurt/no comfort, reader is from a low social class, closeted ayaka, secret fling (ayaka), rejection (ayato), arranged marriage (ayaka - not with the reader) both ooc because i’m still practising. — not proofread entirely.

archon’s decree. aaa here we are! the wheel said kamisato siblings angst hehe. i was gonna schedule this for tmrw but i’m posting it now <3

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✉️ mail received! sender: kamisato ayato

there was always this strange pull ayato felt towards you. it was something the elderly staff of the kamisato clan warned him about, shunning the play dates he would have with you as children, even if you were the daughter of one of their own. they couldn’t wrap their head around why someone of kamisato ayato’s ranking wanted to be around someone from a lower social class - you.

but yet ayato never felt that strange pull snap or tighten, he never yearned for you the same way that you craved every inch of his attention or the way he made you feel when you remained friends even after all the years.

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“if you keep burying your nose in official documents, you’ll look like one.” you taunt as you peek into his office, two cups of boba in your hands. ayato’s gaze seems to fall directly to them before it flickers to your face, a chuckle leaving his lips that makes your stomach do flips, butterflies fluttering in crazy motions at the mere action.

“it’s my job, y/n.” he comments as his gloved hands lower the paperwork he was holding, his eyes watching the way you’d shut the office door behind you with your foot before you approached him with the one thing he’d been craving.

it wasn’t your presence nor your comfort that being childhood friends brought; it was merely the boba. he didn’t grasp the concept of dating, not past what his parents had drilled into his head regarding arranged marriages and social classes, so the idea never entertained his mind, even when it was definitely entertaining yours.

you had been friends as long as you could remember. you don’t even remember why the rich kid from the estate inside chinju forest had visited konda village but you were entranced by pale blue locks and attire worth more than your life. he didn’t seem prejudiced to gaining a friend that day, regardless of how much mora you had to your family name.

you stayed entranced. you longed to be at his side until it got to the point of no return - it’d feel as if you was burning if you hadn’t seen him for a while. the people in the village rumoured you could create a new life for yourself, they were excited at the idea of his mora. you wasn’t; no, you was just excited at the idea of him.

“thinking?” ayato muses before his lips press against the straw of his drink, sipping at it as his eyes narrow at you in amusement. you scoff, cheeks flushing with warmth that creeps up your neck.

“is that illegal?” you throw back in defiance and ayato rolls his eyes, smiling.

“it is when you usually tell me everything.” he hums and suddenly the air is thick. tell him? if you did that you’d rather crawl to the bottom of a well in the village and live down there in the dark for the rest of your days.

it’s tense, suffocating when you suddenly forget to breathe. your lungs burn and ache for one simple breath and yet you can’t give it, throat tightening as you consider whether you do drop your feelings right here, right now. his lips are pulled tight into a smile, eyes tracing how you seem to be deep in your thoughts over such a simple thing.

it doesn’t occur to him that you’d ever fell in love with your childhood friend. the friend that your parents worked for so dotingly, treating him almost like a son when they’d pass him around the estate following his friendship with you. however more seconds passes until it appears to be minutes and ayato finds himself tensing with concern. his lips part to speak but you beat him to it.

“i love you. i’m sorry.” you finally speak, your voice meek when you can’t even bear to look at him. ayato’s lips close once more as he frowns. he’d rejected many girls growing up and you’d seen every one of them, yet here you were; clearly about to be another name to the list of women who failed so effortlessly to sway the likes of kamisato ayato.

“you know the answer already, don’t you?” he mumbles, his gaze falling to the boba you’d brought him. it was a weekly routine you’d both started, something he treasured even for a moment. he wonders if things will change now, “for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, trying to crack a small smile through the pain stabbing at your heart. your eyes sting when you force yourself to look up at him, trying your hardest to just appear normal for once. don’t let him know how much your heart is being ripped to shreds or how your stomach seems to have sunk to the deepest, darkest pits.

ayato can see it all on your face. he grimaces, biting the soft inner of his cheek when he realises he’s never been good at comforting people - how could he ever comfort you right now when he’s the one who made you feel like this? there’s an ache that pulls at his heartstrings. you are (perhaps were) his best friend, the concept that he’d reduced you to nearly tears in front of him felt almost as heavy as his words.

“i don’t want your apology, ayato.” you whisper, your voice croaking as you turn to leave his office hurriedly. he doesn’t get another chance at comforting you or making you stay longer when you disappear from his sight and he begins to consider whether he’ll ever have you in his sight again.

what a fool you’d been to think that admitting your lifelong secret would ever end up the way you dreamed.

✉️ mail received! sender: kamisato ayaka

there were words that would always be unspoken, no matter the amount of urgency they’d be ever have to be spoken with. numerous times you’d considered these words, she never explicitly said that the three forbidden words attaining to “i love you” shouldn’t be said and yet you find yourself biting your tongue and swallowing them back down.

to the public of inazuma, ayaka is a pinnacle of the socialite society. she cannot let it be faltered by her sexuality nor can she ruin her reputation if her secrets with you ever came to light. but maybe if something had been said or done, your emotional tethers to each other wouldn’t be cut with so brutal of a knife.

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her skin is as soft as always, she often lacks the ability to not pamper herself every waking minute of her days - it was something you’d always poked at. playfully, of course but you’d never had the time to be so careful and loving to your own body as much as she had. from the moment you’d wake, you were working to survive. ayaka knows that she need not sacrifice her time like you.

over your heads stand the proud cherry blossoms of inazuma, full of beautiful shades of pinks that dance to the ground in the breeze. ayaka hasn’t taken her eyes off the petals since you both settled under the tree, a woven blanket under you to ensure ayaka’s dress doesn’t dirty on the grass.

you can’t help but notice she’s troubled. there’s a glimmer of worry in her eyes and she keeps biting that plump lower lip she coats in a pretty lipgloss; the one that tastes like sunsettias because she knows you like the taste of it when you share chaste kisses in the pale moonlight, giggles hushed against each other’s lips at the secrecy of it all.

“what’s on your mind, love?” you murmur, a hand with minor callouses brushing against her delicate skin. she tenses suddenly, the light coming back to her eyes as she turns to look at you, a soft smile gracing her face. ayaka has always been insanely pretty, sometimes you’d questioned what she saw in you.

not only was you a lower social class than her but you couldn’t consider ever being to her beauty standard even if she would grimace and scold your words, mumbling about self love so sweetly that perhaps you do consider it.

“we can’t keep doing this—” she breathes, sorrow laced in her words when your brows furrow in confusion and she notes how your eyes seem to both soften and harden at the same time. ayaka wonders if you’ll hate her for this.

“what do you mean?” you cut off her explanation only to demand one, an awful idea in hindsight as ayaka makes a noise, looking away from you, “did someone find out- your brother?”

ayaka shakes her head, sitting her hands on her lap as she stares back at cherry blossoms above. she can’t bear to look at you, maybe it’s the pain in her chest that it’d even come to this but she knew it would. maybe she shouldn’t have played coy.

“they’ve arranged a marriage,” ayaka’s words sting and they burn when it feels like an arrow pierced your heart, the realisation widening your eyes that this couldn’t go on forever as it had, “he works for the tenryou commission.”

you could care less who he worked for or where, not when he’d ruined your sole solace in this damned world. not when he was stealing the love of your life from you, her soft pink lips and the nights spent curled up together under trees with a blanket draped over your bodies simply because she’d be dead if they knew.

but which part of this whole thing would kill her first? the lover from a lower social class, a sin to the socialite society or the lover who is the same gender as the shirasagi himegimi? sometimes you wonder why the woman who is considered a model of perfection in inazuman society had taken the risk in the first place.

“i love you.” you speak out, wondering if finally saying the words would make her reconsider. maybe she’d take your hand and swear her life on it, running away from the pristine life she’d been living but you knew these thoughts were futile. you just wanted her to know your true feelings for the first time since this fling had started.

“i love you too,” she means it, tears sparkling in her eyes when she gathers the courage to look at you, her heart shattering at the mere look of hurt on your face - she knows you’ll act unbothered now, only to release your emotions later behind closed doors where she can’t see, “i’m sorry.”

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FORCE ME AND CHOKE ME ‘TIL I PASS OUT

anonymous requested: bratty fem s/o being put in her place for acting up all day by alhaitham, ayato, zhongli, dainsleif and pantalone

୨୧ featuring: alhaitham, ayato, zhongli, dainsleif, pantalone x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, cockwarming, spanking, edging, pet names, oral sex, handcuffs, dacryphilia, instructed masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, degradation kink, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie 

୨୧ synopsis: seems like someone needs to be put in her place

ଘ wc: 6.1k 

ʚ ALHAITHAM ɞ

It was one of the scarce evenings that Alhaitham had the whole house to himself, since Kaveh had departed for a research trip in the desert and wasn’t expected to return for at least a month. Not to mention that now that he had resigned from the position of Acting Grand Sage, he could finally read that pile of books he wanted all this time, but couldn’t due to the excessive workload. Well, at least he thought he would be able to read his books in peace, having momentarily forgotten about you. You had been starved for his attention due to the latest events and now that he was free of his shackles, you couldn’t wait to become the centre of his attention once more. 

“Must you read your books now?” you whined, nuzzling your face on his shoulder. 

Alhaitham heaved a deep sigh. He had grown tired of your constant complaints that made it difficult for him to focus on the book in his hand. “If I give you some attention, will you let me finish this chapter?” You immediately nodded your head happily at his question. He cupped your cheek and kissed your lips, as he left the book open next to him, his hands taking hold of your waist and placing you on his lap. He unbuckled his pants, pushing the clothes down just enough for his cock to spring free. His hand slid underneath your skirt, sliding your panties on the side, as he slowly dived his cock in your welcoming cunt. “Now, stay still. I just got to the good part.” 

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his free hand gently caressing your back, whilst Alhaitham immersed himself back to his book. You remained still, relishing the stretching of his cock in your cunt that you had missed so much in a long while. You could feel his cock throbbing against your velvet walls, which — in addition to the lack of his touch for an extended period of time — had you feeling impatient for more. Your hips started moving on their own, creating a pleasurable friction between the two of you, a low moan escaping your lips. 

“I thought I told you to stay still.” His strict voice reverberated through your body, your cunt creaming around his cock, as you innocently looked up in his eyes. But Alhaitham wasn’t going to put up with your little antics. His hand that was caressing your back slid down to your waist, holding you down tightly, almost to a bruising extent. “Since you broke our little deal, I’m going to finish this book, whilst my cock remains in your cunt. And if you try to move again, I can easily finish the rest of my pile of books with you tightening all around me,” he promised, his voice as serious as ever. “One book or five books; the choice is yours.” 

Without another word, Alhaitham averted his attention back to his book. You could feel how his cock throbbed, which meant that he was getting impatient, even if there was no sign of it on his blank face. He won’t last like this for four more books, you thought. And so, little you defied him once more, shamelessly riding his cock, whilst holding onto his shoulders. The Scribe raised his eyes from his book and looked at you. He was kind enough to let you sit on his cock, but you didn’t seem to be appreciative of it. Alhaitham turned you around, your head now resting on his shoulder, as he slid his cock back in your dripping folds. He resumed reading his book and whenever you dared move, he would slap you either on your thighs or your cunt with an expressionless face. 

He finished that book, along with three more sitting just like that. Your thighs had turned red from his spanks, even so you couldn’t help yourself, as you ached for his cock to start thrusting into your pulsing cunt. One chapter before finishing his last book, Alhaitham had you lay on your stomach on the couch, as he hovered above you, his lower half pressing you down. He read the last chapter, whilst keeping you trapped underneath him. You were squirming underneath him, desperate for friction after all these hours of torture. Reaching the last page, Alhaitham lazily started thrusting into your drenched cunt that clenched him ever so delightfully. 

“We wouldn’t have had to go through all this if you hadn’t decided to be a brat,” he groaned, picking up his pace gradually. His cock was sliding with ease through your slick coated walls, hitting all the perfect spots that had you melting underneath him. You had made a mistake to underestimate him, you admitted that now. And yet his relentless pace was making your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your cunt tightening around him, as you slowly felt yourself reaching the edge of your release. Alhaitham slowed down his pace, edging you, listening intently to your whiny whimpers. When you tried to move your hips, he pressed you down harder, not giving you the slightest chance of getting what you wanted. 

Your mind was numb from all your denied orgasms, as he resorted to even edge himself when needed just to get under your skin for ruining his peaceful reading time. You could feel yourself nearing your release. “Alhaitham… Please… Please, let me cum… Please…” you begged him, sobbing at the thought of him denying you once more. Your body shuddered underneath him, as your mind was filled with the hazy sensation of your pent-up orgasm. Alhaitham thrusted once more in your cunt, before pulling out and coming on your reddened ass. 

He ran his fingers through his sweaty dishevelled hair, before hovering over you, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. He was unfazed at the sight of your teary eyes that burnt fiercely with rage. Alhaitham captured your lips in a tender kiss, before pulling back and locking eyes with you again. It truly amused him, the way you looked at him with so much anger was something he found fascinated. Especially since even if you meant to attack him in any way, your body was too numb to obey your command, whilst it would take zero effort on his part to have you whimpering and sobbing underneath him again. 

ʚ AYATO ɞ

It was a rare occasion for Ayato to appear in a social gathering, as that was mostly within his younger sister’s, Ayaka’s, responsibilities. The Head of the Kamisato Clan personally asked you to accompany him and how were you supposed to deny him? The atmosphere was exquisite with lovely music chaperoning the cheerful chattering of the extinguished guests. And yet, you couldn’t help the inevitable feeling of dullness that coursed through your body, listening to Ayato talk with reputable Inazuman merchants for business. 

You conversed with a few ladies, some acquaintances of Ayaka’s whom she had recommended to you before leaving the estate. But next to you, Ayato kept talking about business all night. Like a young child dragged to a social gathering by their parents, you found yourself impatiently looking forward to when your escort would announce your departure. Looking at how invested Ayato was in his conversation, you mentally sighed, realising that you wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. 

You tried to distract yourself, enjoying the delicacies and the soft music, though they weren’t enough. As your arms were entwined with his left arm, you started discreetly pocking Ayato’s side. He smiled politely at the merchants who took their leave, then turned to look at you. “Yes, darling? Do you perhaps need anything?” he inquired, his hand softly cupping your cheek, as his eyes looked deeply into yours. 

“I’m bored, can we leave?” you shamelessly whispered in his ear, whining your request with complaint lacing your voice. 

Ayato chuckled at your words, gently running his fingers through the soft locks of your hair. “I’m afraid we can’t leave yet, dear. Please bear with me a little longer.” 

You sighed and braced yourself for spending a couple more hours there. It was unusual for Ayato to be so eager to stay longer. You thought that he would jump right at your proposal and drag you out immediately, but no. The little patience you possessed was running thin and you found yourself poking his side constantly. Ayato ignored you and continued his conversations without the slightest hint of irritation in his face. Your pocking turned into pinching. Discreetly, you noticed him throwing you a death glare from the corners of his eyes to which you responded with more pinching and a small smirk. 

“I know that you want to leave, but I do not appreciate your misbehaviour right now,” Ayato whispered in your ear, his eyes looking at you as a warning for you to seize your little game right that instant. And as expected you didn’t stop, you kept annoying him till he had had enough of your little antics. Excusing the two of you, he caught your wrist, gripping it tightly to a bruising point as he dragged you out. You were happy that you were finally returning back to the estate. Your blissfulness lasted for as long as you remained oblivious to the thoughts he had. 

The moment Ayato threw you in his bedroom you knew you had fucked up. Without having time to react, he captured your lips as he started undressing you in a hurry. His hands grabbed your waist, your hips, your ass roughly, before he threw you on his bed. Looking up, you noticed him approaching you, holding a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed your hands behind your back and caressed your cheek gently, his eyes wandering all over your pretty face. “What happened, darling? Why are you suddenly acting all nice? Do you think that’s going to save you from being punished?” His tone was condescending, his eyes tinted with the sadism he usually kept under strict control. However, you had pushed your luck and Ayato needed to remind you of the proper behaviour when in social gatherings. 

Settling you on the floor in-between his legs that were rid of his pants and underwear, he caught a handful of your hair and brought your face closer to his hardened cock. “Firstly, you should avoid getting overly touchy with someone. Secondly, you should speak nicely to others and avoid making them uncomfortable.” As he finished his sentence, Ayato pushed his throbbing girth through your lips, a guttural moan escaping his lips at the warmth of your mouth. You looked up at him and noticed how his eyebrow quirked up, wondering why you haven’t put that mouth of yours to good use yet. 

Not that it mattered, since Ayato gathered all your hair in a nice ponytail and started thrusting himself in your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag. The tears that had welled up in your eyes soon started rolling down your cheeks, feeding his sadistic tendencies. The Head of the Kamisato Clan had masked his irritation of your constant poking and pinching, but now he was going to get back at you for making him lose concentration with your childish antics. He noticed with amused tinted eyes how your fists clenched as you struggled to keep up with his relentless thrusting, before he threw his head back, releasing his cum in your mouth. 

As he pulled himself out, you took a few seconds to regain your lost breath, your chest rising up and down rapidly, your head feeling slightly disoriented. Ayato pulled you on his lap, wrapping one arm around your body, whilst his tongue travelled all over your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of marks. You felt him pinching your side, mimicking you from a while ago. “Does it hurt, darling? Oh, your poor little thing~” he mocked your pathetic whimpers. Landing a harsh slap on your ass, he was quick to muffle your scream with his lips. “You can’t make a sound like that, dear. You’re going to wake everyone up.” 

Manhandling you onto your stomach, Ayato placed a pillow under your head, being oh so magnanimous with providing you a means to muffle your upcoming moans and screams. He lifted your hips in the air, his lips kissing your inner thighs, leaving a few hickeys here and there, as well as a few bites. He licked a fat stride on your wet folds, smirking at your little trembling. His hands held tightly onto your thighs, as his tongue played with your sensitive bundle of nerves, his ears feasting in your stifled sounds. His generosity shone once again, when he sent you to a few consecutive orgasms one right after the other, making you all perfectly loose for him to abuse your little cunt to his heart’s content. 

Grabbing your hips, you felt the air being violently forced out of your lungs, as his cock penetrated your dripping folds. He had treated you more nicely than you deserved after your little game, so there was no more gentleness for you. Ayato slammed your hips on his, feeling the way his cock stretched your velvet walls that hungrily clung on to him. “Greedy as ever,” he sneered. “Your little cunt tightens around me, even when I’m punishing it.” You didn’t dare raise your head from the pillow, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to contain your moans. 

And yet Ayato wasn’t going to make it any easier for you. Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up, your back colliding with his chest. You sealed your mouth, biting down on your lip. Your little attempts of keeping yourself quiet pleased him, sadistically driving him into pounding in you harder, just to hear your sweet moans slip from your mouth. He pinched your sides, spanked your ass, slapped your breasts, bit your neck; and all to make you disobey him again, so that he could punish you even more. “Let’s see how long you’re going to last, darling.” 

ʚ ZHONGLI ɞ

With Director Hu attending business outside of Liyue, Zhongli was left in charge of handling the daily affairs of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. He was cooped up in his office, dealing with all the paperwork Hu Tao left him. Honestly, he was certain that the child had run off on purpose, dumping all her work on him. And yet, the consultant didn’t have time to think of the Director, as another thorn on his side was prickling him, begging for attention. Zhongli had been ignoring you all morning, making you long for a tiny bit of his attention. You twirled around in his office, whined and complained for him to take a break, so that the two of you could go out for a walk. 

Your constant nagging was more unbearable than the stacks of documentation he had to go through. And the more he refused to spare even a minute of his attention to you, the worse you acted. Leaning back on his seat, Zhongli sighed and closed his eyes for a moment to ease the tension from his mind. Seeing this rare chance of him being defenceless against you, you made yourself comfortable on his lap, your thighs pressing his body, as your hands slid up to his shoulders, massaging the stress away gently. You couldn’t help but smile, seeing him closing his eyes, letting himself relish this moment. 

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” he murmured. “Do keep going, dear.” You retrieved your hands, folding your arms in your chest, as you looked at him with a sultry pout on your lips. Only now that you were being nice to him by helping him relax did he finally decide to give you a slither of attention. Oh no, you weren’t going to let him do as he pleased after you went through hours of him ignoring you. “Hmm, what is it, dear? Why did you stop?” Zhongli asked, his hands caressing your thighs. 

“You owe me some attention first,” you firmly stated. 

“Hmm, is that so?” he cooed amused. His eyes wandered on your body, as he let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head, resting it on his hand. “I was clear when I told you that I had work to do. But you arbitrarily decided that I should give you attention. And when I didn’t, you started throwing your little attention tantrums.” Zhongli leant closer to your body, one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other slid down on your wet panties. “Did you think I couldn’t hear you fingering yourself, frustrated that it was your fingers and not mine that thrusted into your cunt?” 

“So, what? I was a good little girl, playing with myself and letting you do your job, which was more important than me,” you countered. 

“Is that how you see it? Because from my point of view, you broke the rules. Do you want me to remind you which rules exactly?” It didn’t really matter if you answered him or not, since Zhongli was going to tell you either way. “Firstly, you acted like a spoiled brat, while I was working. Secondly, you touched yourself without permission, while I was working, distracting me. And thirdly, you keep acting like a spoiled brat to this very second.” 

You couldn’t help but smile proudly at yourself, after hearing that you had caused him to lose concentration from his work. “It’s your fault if you can’t focus, I’m not to blame.” 

“Is this the game you want to play? Because I can make you regret it.” 

“Can you though?” You smirked at him, extending an invitation to a challenge. 

Zhongli’s expression turned serious with a tint of lust glowing in his eyes. “Strip,” he commanded in an authoritarian tone. You didn’t obey, remaining in your position and looking him in the eyes. “Strip. Now,” he growled in a deep voice, his eyes threatening you that the consequences of your further resistance would be severe. Just as he instructed, you rid yourself of clothes and turned to him, awaiting his next order. Zhongli leant forward and cleared up the surface of his desk, before grabbing your hips and setting you on top of it. “Spread your legs and rub your folds slowly. Do not put your fingers inside.” 

You did as you were told and before long, your body heated from your arousal. The urge to pick up your tempo was too tempting. Zhongli kept his eyes locked on you, watching how your body reacted to your touch. He knew you well and he was sure that you were getting impatient, yet he had no intention of making this any easier for you. He instructed your every move, even your breaths. Unbuckling his belt, Zhongli set his bulging cock free from its constraints, as he started stroking himself in front of you. You made a mistake by matching your rhythm with his, when he hadn’t allowed you to rub yourself faster. He let it slide, too immersed in your sweet moans, but he took note of it; strike one. 

You were so wet and the lewd scene of him jerking himself off set you off. You slid two of your fingers into your needy cunt, thrusting them desperately, the filthy squelching sounds echoing in the room; strike two. You were so beautiful with your blushed face and parted lips that chanted his name, with your back arched and your legs spread open for him, with your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and your mind ready to succumb to your upcoming orgasm. Zhongli was the first to reach the blissful pleasure of release, his cum staining his pants, but he could care less at the moment. 

“Do not cum,” he ordered. But it was practically impossible for you to stop now that you were so close. And if the former Geo Archon were to speak truthfully, he didn’t want you to stop. He wanted you to disobey this order. And you didn’t disappoint him, as you moaned his name on top of your lungs without a shame in the world about who would hear you, your cunt spasming around your fingers; strike three. You were still lost in your daze, when Zhongli stood up from his seat and pushed your body down, before positioning himself between your legs. 

He held tightly onto your waist, as he penetrated your wet folds, feeling your greedy cunt tighten around him the moment he slid through. “I was trying to be nice and give you a small punishment, despite your grave breaking of the rules. But you leave me no choice now.” His hand came down on your ass, landing a heavy blow, painting your cheek a slight pink shade. Zhongli was thrusting into your cunt in a vicious rhythm, his cock stretching you just the way that had you creaming around him. He rubbed your clit, taking pleasure in the increase of your moans and your tight hold on the desk, whilst his other hand retained a strong grip on your waist, slamming your hips against his. 

You could feel him driving you over the edge, only for him to wickedly deny you the sweet pleasure of release. You whined in complaint, but your little sobs fell on deaf ears. Zhongli pulled out of your cunt, holding your body pressed against the desk with a hand on your stomach, as he stroked himself to release. He cummed over your drenched folds, smearing his seed all over your cunt, before thrusting himself back in. He denied you orgasm after orgasm, making you so desperate to cum that you started crying and begging him. “Zhongli— Please! I— I won’t do it again! I promise! Please, let me— Let me cum!” you cried. 

With a forceful thrust, Zhongli buried himself deep in your cunt, painting it all over with his white seed. His movements came to a stop as he orgasmed. Pulling himself out of your pulsating aching for release cunt, he leant back on his seat, watching delightfully his cum running down your thighs. You were crying at his cruelty, cursing at him mentally for torturing you like this, afraid that if you uttered your thoughts, Zhongli would resume his punishments and make them even worse. And he would certainly do that. 

ʚ DAINSLEIF ɞ

It was a peaceful morning, one that the two of you hadn’t had the chance to enjoy in quite a long time. Dainsleif and you spent most of your time travelling, following leads on the Abyss Order and meddling in their business to prevent them from causing harm. Even so, you couldn’t deny that it felt nice to sit back and relax every once in a while. There was a pleasant breeze blowing through the windows of your humble dwelling. You thanked the Anemo Archon for this pleasant zephyr out loud, hearing Dainsleif groan irritated as he shook his head in disapproval. 

Resting his head on his hand, Dainsleif took a sip of his herbal tea, looking outside as the sun was ascending to the sky, casting its bright rays throughout Teyvat. His mind travelled back in time, as he recalled the glorious times of his homeland, before the greedy gods decided to destroy it. He started rumbling of a time long gone by, describing you as best as his memory served him the landscape of the Kingdom of Khaenri’ah. Leaning over the table, you lay your head on your arms, as you continued looking at him reminiscing about his past. There were scarce times during which the usually reserved Dainsleif would start talking without a stop. And you cherished those times deeply, even though you couldn’t contain your giggles at the thought that crossed your mind. 

“Did I say something funny?” Dainsleif asked you, a slight irritation lacing his voice. He was looking at you through narrowed eyes, his arms folded to his chest, as he patiently awaited your answer. 

“Oh, no, no!” you were quick to reply. “It’s just that… When you start contemplating the past, you have this look on your face.”

“And what would that be?”

“The look of an old man.”

“Old man?” Dainsleif inquired, quirking his eyebrow annoyed. “Are you perchance referring to me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I am referring to you, old man,” you replied, emphasising your last words. “You look young, but don’t let your appearance deceive you. Your mind is stuck in times of the past. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, But it still makes you stand out from other people. Even if you try to hide it, it’s impossible in your case… Old man.” 

You could see the anger in his eyes, feel the aggravation in his aura. No, Dainsleif wasn’t particularly fond of you calling him an “old man”, even if he was indeed as a matter of fact over 500 years old. It was something in that degrading way you referred to him that irked him the wrong way. For the remainder of the day, you kept calling him out for doing a “sloppy” job, as you cleaned your house and went out to pick up some fruits. Your constant referring to him as an “old man” only made him grumpier. As you returned back, ready to start making dinner preparations, Dainsleif decided to ignore you, as he nuzzled his head back on the pillow, making himself comfortable on the couch. 

“Old man, don’t fall asleep now!” You shook his body. “We have to prepare dinner!” 

“Do you ever stop complaining?” Dainsleif sneered, as he opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Could it be that the old man is tired after doing household chores all day?” you teased him, smirking at how he shot daggers at you through his narrowed eyes. “In that case, I’ll handle dinner, while the old man takes some rest.” 

Heaving a deep sigh, he sat up on the couch, running his fingers through his blond hair. You turned to leave, but he didn’t let you. Catching your arm, he pulled you on his lap, having your thighs on either side of his, as his face leant closer to yours. His hands caressed your thighs up to your hips, squeezing your ass tight, before smacking it relatively harshly. “Old man this, old man that,” Dainsleif grumbled, his eyes glowing with lust as he locked them with yours. “Should I perhaps show you what this so-called ‘old man’ can do?” He didn’t wait for you to respond to his question. His lips crushed yours, as he bit your lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth. 

Your body jolted as Dainsleif spanked your ass three more times, taking pleasure in seeing you struggle to breathe in your kiss. Deprived of oxygen, you pulled back from his lips, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you desperately tried to regain your long lost air. He took a moment to savour the scene of your flushed red face, before his fingertips went on an adventure, trailing down your skin. He pulled your pants and panties down to your knees, before pecking your lips once, as he turned you to the side. Feeling the stinging pain of his hard spank on your ass, you were forced to hold onto the backrest of the couch to stabilise yourself, as he continued landing hit after hit in a steady rhythm. 

“I do not appreciate your insolence, sweetheart,” Dainsleif mumbled, as his lips kissed your shoulder, nibbling on your soft flesh, whilst he continued assaulting your ass, switching between hard slaps and soft caresses. He slid his fingers down your wet folds, smirking at the sound of your moans. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his authority lingering in his cold tone. Without thinking, you obeyed his command, spreading your legs and giving him a better view of your glistening folds. Dainsleif resumed his work, his hard slaps landing on your cunt, making your head fall back, as your body arched to his rough touch. He couldn’t help but smirk at you getting more and more aroused with each of his spanks. 

“Mmmm~ Is that the best you can do, old man?” you challenged him. He had realised for a while now how much you were enjoying your punishment, constantly moaning for more. You were rocking your hips, pleasure coursing through your veins mingled with beloved pain. “Because it doesn’t hurt at all—” 

With one last hard slap on your cunt, Dainsleif pulled your panties and pants up and rested his back on the couch. You were left looking at him dumbfounded, feeling your slick drenching your panties. He folded his arms to his chest and tilted his head to the side, as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to move?” he asked with slight irritation. “We have to make dinner.” Seeing as you were just blankly looking at him, Dainsleif pushed you off of him and stood up, heading to the kitchen and cleaning his hands, before throwing an apron on and starting cooking. 

He was completely ignoring you, which caused your body to be overtaken by sexual frustration. You went behind him, wrapping your arms around him, shamelessly touching him all over just to spite him and get your desired reaction. Dainsleif wasn’t moved at all by your petty attempts to vex him even more. Yanking your hands off his body, he nonchalantly continued chopping the vegetables, not paying the least of attention to your pouting. “If the old man refuses to do his job properly, then I’ll just take care of it myself,” you spat, stomping on your feet as you turned around to leave. 

Before you could though, he caught your wrist and pulled you to him, your body colliding with his. “Touch your drenched cunt and I’ll tie you down for a month, not touching you even once,” he threatened. “I dare you to continue being a brat and see for yourself whether I’m bluffing or not.” His voice fused with intimidation and anger resonated through your entire body. Underneath his darkened gaze full of seriousness, you could only cower in fear of him staying true to his words. And you knew that Dainsleif was a man of his words. 

ʚ PANTALONE ɞ

You had arrived at his office all dolled up and excited to go on your date. But the universe just had to ruin it for you. Now, you were sitting with a sultry pouting face in an armchair in his office, watching as Pantalone talked to a couple employees, clearly enraged by the catastrophe that had befallen the Northland Bank. You understood that there was nothing you could do about the situation, but hope that this would end soon. Your prayers were answered, as Pantalone managed to put everything in order within an hour. Now, you could proceed with your date as planned. 

Or so you thought. The 9th Harbinger decided to take this chance and delve further into the case, ordering a few of his subordinates to bring him a couple of stacks of documents from the archives. If he were honest, amidst the chaos he had forgotten about your presence. “It’s alright. Take care of your work and come find me in town later.” You smiled at him, snatching his chequebook that laid on a corner of his desk into your coat. You kissed his lips and left his office. The bodyguard he had assigned you followed you, as you exited the building. 

Enraged with your lover’s behaviour, you decided that a little shopping spree was the best solution to lift up your spirits. You went to multiple different stores, purchasing a number of exquisite clothes, the finest jewellery in the nation and a myriad of shoes. You decided to take a small break and warm up in a cute cosy cafe with a hot beverage as you gazed upon the endless snow outside. You had forgotten the reason you were angry, until your bodyguard came into the cafe and informed you that the Harbinger wanted to meet you in his office. 

Since you had just sat down and indulged yourself in your beverage, you refused to leave just yet. You took your sweet time savouring your beverage before leaving to meet your lover. You walked into his office with a loving smile on your face. Noticing you coming inside without even knocking, Pantalone raised his eyes from the documents and leant back on his seat as you approached his desk, filled with papers. 

“Did you have fun spending my money without my permission, love?” he asked, flashing you one of his smiles that camouflaged his rage. 

“Very much! Do you need me for anything in particular? I was about to continue my shopping.” 

His gaze darkened. Your aloof response and feign of ignorance irritated him. Seeing as he didn’t reply to you, you turned around and walked to the door to leave. You had barely opened the door, when it was closed shut by Pantalone who was now towering over you, his hand inches away from your head. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere, love. We haven’t finished talking.” You were about to speak, when he turned you around, slamming your body on the door, his body pressing yours, whilst his lips bit down on yours, earning a low whimper from you. 

Lifting you in his arms, Pantalone carried you to his desk, throwing all the papers on the floor, as he sat you on the edge of the furniture. He tore your clothes apart, his lips attacking your body, his hands groping roughly your skin. He wasn’t particularly angry with you spending his money without permission. He couldn’t care less about the mere pennies your little outburst cost him. What enraged him was your intention behind this action of yours. You wanted his attention. Well, now you had it. And you had no right to complain. “I’m going to have you pay back all the money you spent, with interest,” he threatened, perilous lust glowing in his dark eyes. 

He motioned you to lie on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the desk. Leaning over you, his hand trailed down your body, smirking at the way it reacted to his touch. He rubbed two fingers over your bare cunt, slapping your clit, as he stood now straight in front of you. “Your cunt will have to work extra hard for every penny you spent,” he cooed, as he started undressing himself. Pantalone stroked his cock a few times, before pushing it in your mouth. “Now, start repaying your debt, whore,” he harshly ordered, slapping your breasts. You moved your head up and down the length of his shaft, your tongue licking every part of him, all the while he pinched your nipples, taking pleasure in the way your body reacted to the pain. 

Soon enough, he was holding your face in place, as he thrusted his cock in your mouth, wiping away your tears with a menacing smirk. Pantalone buried his girth deep in your throat as he cummed with a guttural moan. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you off the desk, before bending you over its surface. His one hand was pressing you down, whilst the other landed a hard slap on your ass, before his fingers rubbed your drenched folds. With a swift move, his cock thrusted into your cunt, having you scream at his unexpected action. His thrusts were viciously violent, as he forced you to stay still and take all of him. 

His one hand found its way to your neck, wrapping around it like a snake and choking you, as he continued his assault on your cunt. You were shamelessly moaning his name with tears falling from your eyes, which rolled to the back of your skull. Pantalone marked the entirety of your back, branding your smooth skin with hickeys and bites. The only moment his movements would come to a halt was when he would bury himself deep in your cunt to unload his seed in your pulsing walls. 

Your mind was long lost from all the orgasms you had gone through, the only thing leaving your lips being his name accompanied by a number of incoherent words and moans. The current state you were in pleased him. He loved pounding his cock in the tight cunt of his precious little whore, listening to her moaning and screaming his name. Pantalone adored your little temper tantrums as they gave him excuses to fuck you dumb to his heart’s content. He wasn’t going to stop until your debt was repaid; until you passed out.

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[aquaritos]

kiss kiss kiss, don't leave a day out. love love love whisper to me before i sleep 💤

[love-marimo]

periwinkle angel ♡ (kamisato ayato x reader)

ㅡ hehe, just a little something for the birthday boy, ayato ♡ although it's a bit late ~

He is quiet but graceful. Calm but mischievous. He is dutiful but cunning. Yet, even with these stark differences in his character, and behind his all too familiar and gentle smile he displays as a farce for everyone to see ー a facade as hard as the bedrock, a protection he wears due to his strong distrust on most people ー you captured him. You stole his heart, like a Mirror Maiden having him wrapped around your finger.

Kamisato Ayato is a noble who leads like an emperor. He is obsessive and diplomatic, but he is also loyal and kind. Within the chambers of the Kamisato household, he inspires his loved ones with warmth and he reaches great lengths to fulfill your favors.

If that means cancelling all his plans as the Yashiro Commissioner to spend a pleasant afternoon bubble tea and latte tasting with you? Then you don't have to worry as he just hit two birds with one stone.

If there are three things he loves in all of Teyvat, then it would be his bubble tea, his lovely little sister Ayaka and you.

Oh, dear you.

He sits by the terrace with a lovesick look on his face as you name all the drinks that Thoma and the other maids have prepared, all to your liking. Freshly brewed and mixed, all for the both of you to enjoy.

"Although it is a bit late, I asked Thoma for help in preparing these drinks for us. I love latte as much as you love bubble tea, but it would be lovely if we try out other flavors and indulge on these pastries on your special day." you chimed happily as you sit across the table.

Oh, you. He is going to melt because of you. Ayato almost forgot that it's his birthday due to how swamped with work he truly is. You weren't going to let that slide, and he loves you more for it.

"These are lovely selections my love, perfect for the current weather too. Summer is fast approaching and you couldn't have picked a better time." He beams, clasping his hands together as he sets his gaze on the array of drinks before you.

"Oh, that reminds me, we have been preparing for the Spring festival. Bubble tea tasting would be a splendid activity for the young folk to enjoy." He adds, deciding to take a sip of the chocolate bubble tea.

"You really think about work all the time, Ayato. But, I agree. These took quite some time to make though." You say, also deciding to pick a drink of your choice.

"Hmm, this one has a slight bitter taste to it, but it is complimented by the sugary flavor of the pearls. This would be cocoa?" Ayato inquires.

"Yes, the cocoa used was imported from Fontaine a few months ago. How do you like it?" You reply.

"It's just right, the taste of the chocolate is a bit too strong for me. I'll try this blue one next."

"That one's blueberry. It matches the color of your hair doesn't it? I told them to brew it until it reaches a periwinkle shade, to match!" You chuckle.

Ayato looks at you fondly. His lips curved into a smile, one that is not reserved for diplomatic affairs, but one that screams "I love you" all over it.

It's silly, really ー how he turns into a love bug when he's with you. How he seemingly lets go of any formalities and displays his pure nature, all for you to love and embrace in your arms.

The sun is setting in a lovely shade of pink and purple. You have tried almost all of the drinks and have shared countless conversations about the days that passed that you weren't together. And that ends with one resolution:

"I think I still like my matcha latte better." You say, finishing the said drink after. Ayato laughs.

"I would say the same. Nothing competes with the classic flavor of Black bubble tea."

You took a seat next to him and asked, "Did you like this fun little date?" holding his arm and looking up to him, expecting the obvious.

The periwinkle angel smiles and kisses you lovingly.

"Naturally. I wouldn't mind doing this again at the Spring festival."

ー Lolita