#Kamisato

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How about blind!reader with genshin men (you can choose) and she accidentally slipped and somehow managed to mess up genshin man’s important work and he ends up blowing up on her? Angst please and I don’t mind if you do comfort or no comfort!!

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-> blinded mistakes

synopsis -> you're blind, and you accidentally knock over a months worth of your husbands work, and it gets ruined.

warnings -> super angsty!!! brief mentions of ayato putting his hands on reader (no hitting or anything) might do a part 2 for comfort part cus i wanted to focus on the main argument w this one...

a/n -> ooooooomg i'm a sucker for these tropes i love angst so much. thx for ur request, this was sm fun to write! 💗💗

w/c -> 1.1k

-> ayato

ayato knew you were blind, and he was as understanding of it as he possibly could be.

but in times like these, where all of this work was to be turned in for city matters by next week, he had no patience for anyone.

he had been cooped up in his office for a while at a time over the past month. these documents were incredibly important to him and how the words written on the paper could impact how festivities were held to be a much easier way for himself and the city. 

basically, his papers were pretty damn important. and you knew that.

you walked in his office one day with thoma helping you through the hallways. you didn’t want to trip, especially with a mug of tea in your hand, and you didn’t want to bring a cane with you. 

but, thoma may have made a big mistake of leaving you in ayatos care as soon as you walked through the door. because you knew ayato was in no way shape or form able to draw himself from his work at the moment.

you were not able to use your cane to feel around the room, so without knowing where the rug was, you tripped.

and the tea you held in your hands went all over his desk, soaking his documents. the ink was splotchy and obviously ruined. you weren’t able to see what happened, but by the way ayato gasped and grabbed your wrist you knew you fucked up pretty bad.

“what the hell were you thinking???” he pulls you up forcefully and pushes you down on his couch, where you started tearing up. you weren’t necessarily used to him yelling at you, for arguments, especially over such as this, were very minimal. he always found a way to come to an understanding with you, no matter what you may have ruined. 

“i’m sorry! i didn’t think thoma was just going to leave-” you were cut off by an angry voice.

“this isn’t thomas issue, y/n. it’s yours. how clueless can you be?” he brings his hands to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose before groaning loudly. 

“i’m sorry that i can’t fucking see, ayato!” you yelled back, slamming your hands on the couch and leaning back. “is that what you wanted to hear?”

he shook his head, but you didn’t know that. he lays his hands on your thighs, squeezing them, before getting close to your face. you could smell his hair, the sakura shampoo he uses being evident. 

“i don’t want a fucking apology, y/n. if these documents are not in by friday, there is no change for inazuma. the change you’ve been awaiting, the change i’ve been awaiting, and the change everyone of the city has been awaiting. you took that away from all of them. because you decided you weren’t going to bring your cane to make sure you don’t fucking fall!” he yells to your face, making the tears spill out.

“i’m sorry! i just wanted to bring you something to drink because i was told you were overworking yourself. gosh, how bad of me for caring for my husband,” you yelled, hands shaking in both fear and rage. you knew talking back to him this way wouldn’t lead to anything good, but you tested your luck anyways.

“remove yourself from my office. i don’t care how the fuck you do it, but i demand you leave,” he said with a low, threatening tone. you knew he was enraged, and you stumbled through the door to the hallway, where ayaka was waiting to take you back to your room.

-> wriothesley

you always felt grateful for wriothesley, and the last thing you wanted to do was to upset him. he was one of the only people to look past your disability and see your heart, see your kindness and purity. 

so when you come up his office stairs very, very slowly with a cup of tea and trip on an uneven plate in the ground, ruining his documents that were incredibly important to him and the palais mermonia, especially to neuvillette, you knew you were screwed.

normally, this didn’t happen. he’d meet you down by his office door after a guard or sigewinne escorted you through the fortress, and help you walk up the stairs with the support of his arm.

he immediately slams his hands down on his table, walking over to where you were. 

you felt his presence looming over you, though unable to see it, you slowly and carefully sit up. he lifts up your chin before speaking.

“why. why would you do that,” he starts in a low tone, something similar he’d use to speaking to misbehaved criminals. “i told you not to visit me today. and what do you do? the complete fucking opposite!” 

you rub your eyes, trying to show no signs of weakness. you stand up, and he grabs your hands, making you feel the mess you made. ripped papers, bleeding ink. a month of progress is officially gone. 

“you feel what you did? that has taken me months! and it’s ruined! if i lose my job because of this-” he starts, dropping your hands as you turn around, your bottom leaning against the desk. 

“i’m sorry! i should’ve either stayed home or have a guard escort me up, i didn’t mean to ruin your progress!” you wipe more tears away, hearing him give an annoyed sigh. 

“you’re right. you shouldn’t have come at all. this would never have happened if you didn’t come. do you understand how much trouble i could be in? if you didn’t visit me at all, i wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of asking for new documents, and i wouldn’t have to do hundreds of papers in three damned days!” he says, obviously distressed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay?! you can tell neuvillette and all of fontaine that i was the one who ruined everything if you want to! i’m sorry about the hassle and i’m sorry for putting more stress on you! all i wanted to do was bring you a cup of tea because you left the house stressed this morning!” you yelled back, crying at this point. “if you don’t want the embarrassment, then you can embarrass me. it seems like i’ve done enough to deserve it, so do it! tell the whole world what i did wrong, and how horrible of a wife i was!”

you called a guard in to escort you out, and that was the last wriothesley had seen of you that day.

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Realistic Nightmare (TPG! Special Chapter 3) - Kamisato Ayato x Reader

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Synopsis: It was a dream come true to be married to Kamisato Ayato except you weren’t aware that dreams can turn into a nightmare too.

Genre: Angst to more angst.

WC: 3.9k

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The day of your marriage with him was a fairytale and it was the grand wedding of the century. You would imagine that you were the princess in a movie and he was your prince. Everyone said that the two of you were a match made in heaven and you were the lucky perfect girl to captivate and soften his stone-like heart. 

During the first year of your marriage it was exactly like you dreamed of except there were still a lot of bad comments towards your marriage because you were just a lowly commoner and Ayato was someone of high status but Ayato told you that he would take care of it and you should not pay attention to those people that were jealous to your marriage.

Kamisato Ayato was a gentle and loving man towards you and was more than enough to give you your needs. 

As you were married to a busy man, he was not often at home and would only return during the night and sometimes he would be out of the country. 

You were always spoiled by his love and gifts whenever he returned home and his return is what you always wait at the end of the day.

At night you think about how the two of you crossed paths since it’s very unlikely for a lowly commoner to get married to someone with a prestigious reputation. You were just starting to get used to living the life of a trophy wife. 

Three years prior, you applied to a job to work as a servant or maid for the Kamisato Household. It was a hard interview and they had to make sure that you do not have any ill-intent against the Kamisato Family. 

A few weeks later, you’ve gotten a little used to the Kamisato residence since it was a large house, no, it was a mansion. First, you worked to take care of their garden and next was to take care of the laundry of the Kamisato siblings. The first time you and Kamisato Ayato had your conversation is when he called who made his dinner.

“Who made this meal?” He said and ordered one of his servants to get you out of the kitchen.

You were chatting with the other servants until you got pulled harshly by one of the servants out of the kitchen. You were nervous since you weren’t used to facing him that near and you do not know how to act around him.

“The food is warm and comforting and it has been so long since I have tasted something like this, roughly 20 years since I last tasted a meal made by my late mother.” He smiled, enjoying every bit of the food you prepared him.

Your eyes widened and you kneeled and bowed your head immediately.

“F-forgive me my lord for making you remember your late-mother, I didn't mean to hurt my lord, please punish me if needed to” You said, sweat streaming down your face.

He let out a laugh.

“Y/N, please stand up. I’m more than glad to have someone like you to cook meals whose taste is similar to the cooking of my mother.” He said and you stood up.

“I should send Thoma my gratitude for finding a gem amongst the stones.” He said finally finishing his meal before he left the dining room.

Since that day, you began seeing Kamisato Ayato often. Sometimes he would surprise you in the kitchen to see what you’re making him or he’d request something from you. He became fond of you and wanted you to accompany him with his work at all times. He was very much forgiving if you ever made mistakes.

One day you had to fetch Ayato from a prestigious bar where he got drunk. 

It was around 3 hours until you got back home and most of the servants were asleep for tomorrow’s work. You helped Ayato walk upstairs and laid him in his bed, gave him warm water to sober up, and readied the bath.

“My lord, the bath is ready. I will be taking my leave now, I will be at your front door sitting and please call my name if you need anything.” As you were about to leave his bed, he tightly held your wrist.

“Do you need something my lord?” You asked and the next thing that you knew is that you were struggling to get his hand off you and he just pulled you in the bed with him. 

“Don’t leave my Y/N” He said, hugging you, pulling you closer to him in bed.

“M-my lord, I am afraid that this isn’t appropriate for the two of us. Please sober yourself-”

“I am sober!” He lied.

“I always hate it when you leave, it reminds me of when my mother left me.” He started to cry, you wrapped your arms around his back stroking it over and over again. 

Your face was too close to his and you blushed a little, you thought of how he was a very handsome man and assumed that there may be a lot of women of noble families trying to win his heart.

“Y/N” He opened his eyes and took you by surprise.

His hand was at the back of your head as he pulled you for a kiss.

You pushed him away.

“M-my lord, it is not right nor appropriate for us to do this, it would ultimately destroy your reputation and-” He did not let you finish and pulled you into a kiss again.

“I want you Y/N.” He said and you cannot believe that you heard the words that you were dreaming to hear.

Is it truly possible for this to happen? For someone like him developing feelings towards you?

He looked at you.

“Y/N, I’m not intoxicated or drunk, in fact I was already sober up the moment you came and I was just having a minor headache. Hehe… Would you allow me to kiss you again?” He said, asking for your consent since he stole two kisses from you.

“Y-yes my lord-”

“Call me by my name, do not call me your lord. For tonight, I wanted to be yours.” He said brushing your hair.

“Yes… A-ayato-” You embarrassingly said because you were not used to calling him with no formalities.

That was the answer he just needed to hear before pulling you into a passionate kiss again. He turned you around in bed and pinned you down before kissing you again. You felt his tongue explore every bit of your mouth and whenever he let go of the kiss to catch his breath, there would be a string of saliva connecting your tongue and mouth to his.

The kiss the two of you were sharing is starting to heat both of your bodies and you were sexually aroused. 

“Y/N, would you allow me to touch your body?” He asked again for your consent.

“P-please! I’m begging Ayato-” You said as he kissed your neck and his hands began to travel around your body that would later on strip you from your clothes.

Your face reddened as you remembered that fateful night, you also remembered how your whole body ached the next day after and you had to rush towards your room as fast as you could so no one could see you come out of the master’s bedroom.

It is already 8pm and he still has not come home. A few minutes later you received a letter that there was a problem overseas and he’d be out of Inazuma for a long time though he promised that he would be sending you gifts weekly or monthly to remind you that he misses you dearly.

Sometimes you’d get telephone calls from him and he tells you how stressed he was at work and has been craving your touch for a long time.

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years.

Kamisato Ayato has not returned home.

Rumors in Inazuma said that he had probably forgotten about you and so it prevented you from going outside because you were hurt about the words you were hearing. Sometimes Ayaka would come to visit you to comfort you because of the absence of her sibling. 

Thoma has reminded you not to go outside late at night due to the monsters roaming since he would be out to protect Ayaka because of her duties.

Until one day, you have stopped receiving calls, letters, and gifts from him which made you worry. 

A few more years have passed and you have received a letter. You jumped out of joy because you had hope of the return of your husband. This small happiness you felt was stolen away from you when you saw that his name was not on the letter, perhaps it came from someone you did not know but was addressed to you.

You carefully opened the letter and began reading it.

To whom it may concern,

I assume that you are Kamisato Y/N, the wife of Ayato. I have committed a grave sin in the world and I knew not even the archons would forgive me. I would like to apologize to you. I am sorry but I have a child, mostly by your husband by accident. I am a noble woman from Fontaine, please do not find me. I have met your husband for a long time and my family has always wanted him to be my husband except he has denied and rejected me multiple times due to the fact that he said that he was already married and has someone dear to him.

I am sorry to say that I was the reason why your husband has not returned home for a very long time due to the child that was made accidentally. My family has pressured him that he should take responsibility for what he did. It was probably the reason why he has stopped contacting you.

As soon as you finish reading the letter, your world just falls apart. Your blood ran cold and tears formed and streamed down your face.

Although he is quite happy when he is with me right now and mostly loves our child. I am sorry Mrs. Y/N. Thank you for understanding.

You realized that the letter from this woman was believable and it makes sense why he hasn’t contacted you for a long time. 

He had left you here in Inazuma to die out and suffocate.

You remembered how you were his perfect girl, his beautiful wife, and his loving queen. You remembered how he reminded you that he doesn’t know what he would do if you were gone. You remembered all of the promising words that he said… and you remembered on your wedding day that he said that he would love you for the rest of his life.

He has promised that he would return home… maybe now… he doesn’t have a reason to return home when he has found his new home in another country.

You have been waiting for him for almost 10 years since he had been working abroad. It was already late at night. You closed the letter and each step towards your bedroom was painful. You sat in the bed and cried out loud. You do not understand what you were lacking that made him do that. 

“I’m sorry Ayato, if I was just a lowly commoner and I do not have anything to do with other countries. The reason I do not want to accompany you is because I do not want to be a burden to you because you were working.”

“I knew that I didn't deserve you, I’m sorry if I was just poor and wasn’t someone from a rich family. I’m sorry Ayato-” 

You wrote a letter to be left in this house saying how you were sorry for all of the things that were imperfect about you and how you weren’t that much perfect unlike the fontaine woman that he met.

In the last part of the letter, you said how you love him and you would remain faithful to him until the end of time.

You put it in an envelope and sealed it, you feel like you were being suffocated in the house and you gathered some things that reminded you of him, mostly his pictures and some of the gifts that he sent you with their corresponding letters. 

You decided to go outside and go to Mt. Yogou, one of your favorite spots to walk with him when you were still working as a servant for him.

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As you were walking, you unexpectedly awoke a sleeping lawachurl. It was very furious that you have disturbed their sleep and began to attack you. 

You ran and ran and screamed for help… but no one came. Now you realize why Thoma has reminded you not to go outside. 

You weren’t athletic nor fit to be a fighter so you decided to hide in one of the large rocks. You looked around and saw that the lawachurl was almost near to you so you decided to run from it again until it couldn't see you and then you tripped on one of the short cliffs and injured yourself.

It was a bad fall that you could see that your right leg was broken and it was very unfortunate that you had fallen in a hilichurl camp, waking one of them would end you. Luckily, the lawachurl has lost sight of you but you have another problem. 

You noticed that the things that you were carrying were scattered around the camp, you crawled and struggled to pick each one of them because these were the remaining loving memories that you and Ayato have now that he has a new family and you cannot afford to lose them. 

You struggled and struggled with blood bleeding out of you. You did not care for the pain you were feeling because what is most important is that you get to keep the precious items and letters that he gave you. You truly believe that all of it was filled with love.

You sighed a relief when you finally collected them without waking one of the hilichurls and now your next mission is to get out of the camp safely. 

When you were a few meters away from the camp via crawling with your blood trailing down, a hilichurl was awoken due to the smell of blood. When you look back it was pointing in your direction.

You saw different monsters charging over you because they thought you killed someone hence the blood. 

What scared you the most is the mitachurl with an ax charging faster than the other hilichurls and you just closed your eyes because you knew this was already the end of your life. You cannot run because of your broken leg and you were forced to just stay there and accept your fate.

Before the hit of the ax landed, you thought of Ayato…

How he would not have any problem bringing home his new wife now if you are already gone because only death can invalid a marriage contract. 

In your last moments, you whispered that you were sorry that you weren't enough to make him happy and wished him eternal happiness with his new family.

You hugged the items, letters, and gifts that Ayato had given you before you felt a warm feeling at your back. You felt your body separating from one another. It was followed by arrows and different kinds of weapons being thrown at your poor, lifeless body. As soon as the hilichurls and mitachurls were convinced that you were dead they went back to their camp to sleep.

In your final moments, you looked at your marriage picture, it was a disastrous and failed one because you were just a lowly commoner and did not deserve someone like him.

Your heart was aching because Ayato would not know that you are about to go to heaven now. Even if you are no longer in his mind, he would remain in yours. You hugged your wedding picture and your body turned cold.

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A week has passed and the Kamisato residence was quiet and it was the same as you left it.

The Raiden Shogun has ordered the eradication of the monsters in Mt. Yogou since it has been causing a problem in the Grand Narukami Shrine.

Kujuo Sara was the leading general of the eradication of monsters, as ordered by the Shogun. After a few hours of eradication, there was a report of your decaying body somewhere near a hilichurl camp.

When Kujuo Sara checked, her face showed different kinds of horror because she knew that you were the lady and the wife of the Kamisato Family. She has ordered her soldiers to retrieve your body to give you a final resting place together with the items that were kept around you. Blood has dried out from his letters and pictures and the soldier had made sure that none of it was damaged as they were transferring you to a body bag.

Kujuo Sara has rushed towards Kamisato Ayaka who is currently having tea in the Komore Tea House for a break.

“Lady Ayaka, I have news for you…” Sara said and sat beside Ayaka and Thoma.

“Lady Ayaka… I’m sorry but I just need to report to you… Kamisato Y/N, the wife of your brother has passed away.” Sara said, Ayaka and Thoma were shocked by the news of you passing away because they just saw you a few weeks ago to comfort you.

“Her body was found separated probably by a mitachurl ax and there were different kinds of injuries such as a broken leg, and arrows penetrated her arms and neck. I assume Lady Y/N went for a walk but has suffered an attack from the monsters.” Sara added

Ayaka and Thoma began to cry and they began to have regrets about not visiting you everyday to check on you and ease your loneliness because of the absence of her brother.

“Lady Ayaka, as per the law, Lady Y/N should be cremated because her body is separated. Would that be alright?” Sara asked and Ayaka just nodded.

“I’ll be… informing my brother… Thoma please go with Sara and prepare the funeral of Y/N” She said and walked outside.

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It took nearly two months for Ayaka’s letter to reach Kamisato Ayato to inform him about your death.

The truth is, Ayato never had a family, the noble girl from Fontaine was just jealous of you since Ayato has been bragging to you anywhere about his loving wife and got tired of how she kept on getting rejected and her family was mad at her that she allowed or was careless to an extent that Ayato has married a lowly commoner instead of someone like her. Ayato has never stopped contacting you all these years nor has he stopped sending you gifts. It was the woman from Fontaine that stopped those letters and gifts from reaching you. Everytime she knew that Ayato would send you letters, she’d bribe the post office workers to prevent the letter from being sent. Ayato never knew anything about this and she would just tell her family to keep on giving Ayato work so that he would not have the opportunity to go home and be with you.

Since Ayato was a very hardworking man and wanted to give you the best future, he wanted to make sure that the two of you would have houses per nation so that you would not be stuck in Inazuma since you will have a house anywhere. 

It was the surprise gift that he wanted to give you, he dreamed of telling you a joke how he’s made love with you in each house.

Ayato quickly rushed to pack his things due to the letter that he had received from Ayaka. He was mostly quiet and tried to keep his tears as soon as he read the line that his beloved wife has transcended to another life.

“Where are you going Ayato?” The noble woman asked.

“I have an emergency at home, mostly about my wife.” He coldly responded

“Oh, is she finally dead?” The woman joked about it.

“How did you know my wife is dead? Did you plan all this?!” Ayato raged and destroyed all of the precious items in the hotel he was staying in, which was owned by the family of the girl.

“Ayato- I didn’t mean to! I didn’t-” Ayato slapped the woman and ordered one of his servants to restrain her.

“If I ever find out that her death was your doing, I am going to end your life, I will be destroying your family. Do you know what Y/N is?! She was my world, she was my light, and no one could take her away from me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Ayato was furious.

“I’ll deal with you later, I need to go home now. My wife has been waiting for me for 10 years now.” Ayato carried his things and left.

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After a few days, Ayato has finally returned home.

He opened the door and tearfully said “Y/N… I’m home…” but no one responded.

Ayaka peeked out to see Ayato at the front door and welcomed him.

“Brother… I’m sorry for your loss…” She hugged Ayato and cried.

“I miss her a lot, I’ve been staying in your house since she left… I made sure that it’s clean and would be the same by the time you return.” She added.

“I found a letter in your bedroom, it said that you were cheating on her with a new family in Fontaine. I regret that I didn’t see that letter anytime soon… I can’t imagine the pain she felt when she saw all those lies written there! I knew you weren’t cheating on her! I always believed that you were a faithful husband to her…” She handed the letter to Ayato and he walked towards your bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw a picture of your face smiling next to your urn followed by the things that were found when you died such as the letters, gifts, and pictures of the two of you. 

He closed the door and sat on the bed looking at your picture and noticed that there was a letter hidden in the bed sheets.

That was the letter you wrote the night before you died, how you told him that you were sorry that you were not enough and all that. 

He clenched the letter of lies that was made by the girl from Fontaine and almost destroyed it until he realized that it could be used as evidence to punish the family of that girl since her signature was written there and it was more than enough.

A week after there was a trial held and the family was punished for the murder of Kamisato Y/N.

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Several years have passed by and Ayato has not remarried except that Ayato has also been mourning for several years now since you passed away. He promised that he would never leave the house again for abroad so you wouldn’t be alone all over again.

At least, he thought maybe it could atone for his absense.

"Y/N, My love… I'm home." He says everyday.

[as-the-moon-blooms]

First Kisses

*Kamisato Ayato

-There was an age-old contract between your family and the Kamisato Clan, betrothing you and the clan head.

-Actually, the contract wasn't even for you; it had been for your father and Ayato's mother before the then Kamisato Clan head had fallen in love with her. The arrangement had been called off (happily on all sides, truth be told), and the contract had faded into obscurity as time passed.

-The only reason you had the contract unearthed was because you were desperate to save your family. You had done all you could to protect your small clan, but wise investments took time. And with three younger sisters and a younger brother to care for, you knew that time was running out. If you could obtain just a small lump sum of money to last until those investments came to fruition, your hard work would pay off.

-You had assumed they would pay the penalty to void the old marriage contract. The life-changing sum of money you required was small change to the Kamisato Clan, after all. And why would the Kamisato Head be interested in your small clan?

-And he wasn't. Ayato had called you to the Kamisato Compound, fully intent on telling whatever marriage-minded miss that arrived that he was not interested. Only to find out that the miss in question did not at all seem to be the social climbing person he expected to find. You were pleasant enough, but he was sure you were hiding something.

-The more he learned about you, the more he realized that you were not who he had expected at all. You did not seem very concerned with social positions, walking the streets of Inuzuma to meet some of your friends (an ex-shrine maiden and a sharp-witted detective).

-One night, he catches you off guard in the moonlight courtyard of his home. After some back and forth, he corners you against the wall—one hand on your waist to hold you in place, the other grips your chin.

-You finally admit that he was right. You didn't want to marry him at all. And Ayato was surprised to find that he did not care for that answer from you.

The memory of you laughing in the streets of Inuzuma with that detective flashes through his mind as he stares down at your defiant expression. His hand on your hip tightened slightly.

“Then, is it because of your lover?” Ayato asked quietly, gently sweeping his thumb over the delicate skin below your plush lower lip. He supposed it wasn’t a fair question for him to ask you, especially considering that you had made it abundantly clear you wanted to call off the arrangement. Nor was it fair as he had a small handful of lovers himself before the two of you had ever met. However, fair or otherwise, he couldn’t help but watch you carefully as your breath caught at the question, blinking a few times in surprise before masking your surprised expression.

“Y-yes.” You declared, large eyes flashing defiantly in the moonlight despite the slight catch in your voice.

Ayato arched an eyebrow as he stared down at you, watching the color rise in your cheeks.

“For such a skilled player, you are a poor liar.” He murmured, unable to quell the desire to tease more of that blush out of you as he moved closer into your personal space. “So, you do not have a lover.”

“What, no, I…” you hiss, your words losing their harshness as your tone turns pleading. “I have a lover!”

He chuckled, his thumb continuing to stroke your smooth skin as he watched your cheeks flushing as your frustration grew.

“I have a dozen lovers!”

Such a poor pretty little liar.

“Poor thing,” Ayato murmured, slightly surprised by how sadistic he was feeling. There was something about how you looked up at him, your large eyes blinking back frustrated tears as you pleaded with him in the moonlight. He lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against yours as he continued playing with you. “Poor, poor thing. I bet that you have never even been kissed, have you?”

He had meant merely to tease you, but the truth hit Ayato as you sucked in a sharp breath.

He was too close. Your hands had been pressed against his chest to try to push him away, but he was too close now, trapping them uselessly between you. He was barely touching you, but he was so close that he was scrambling your racing thoughts. You had always thought he was as cold as the stories about the proud Yashiro Commissioner had proclaimed him to be. But he certainly didn’t seem cold right then, standing so close that every nerve in your body was aware of his body heat from his proximity. His fingers were curled against your jaw, trailing sparks with each deliberate movement. His elegant nose nuzzled against yours, feather-light but lighting a fire in his wake. You couldn’t help the uneven gasp that escaped you as he stroked his thumb and pressed down, parting your lips slightly with the firm pressure.

Ayato was anything but cold, with his hot touch keeping you locked in place. He was pretty. So damned pretty and so damned sure of himself, his lips quirking in a lazy smirk as he watched you fidget; all retorts were long lost to you as he watched you through the pretty sweep of his long lashes.

Vaguely, you recalled your father’s warning when you first told him about your plan.

‘The Kamisato clan head is brilliant and cunning, y/n. He has hundreds of women throwing themselves at him, begging for his attention. He is going to see through you right away.’

It would seem that your father had been right to warn you.

“I’m not going to beg you.” You suddenly say, half to him and half to remind yourself. You had tried to snap the words but failed as they caught in your throat and came out in a whisper instead of the sharp hiss you had meant them to be.

His lazy smirk grew suddenly at your declaration, and your face flamed as you realized how he must have taken your words.

“Of course not.” Ayato cajoled, his words ghosting across your lips like a physical touch as he loosened his grip on your chin, still not closing that final gap. “What sort of gentleman would make a lady beg for her first kiss?”

Slow and deliberate, Ayato tilted his head and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

You inhale sharply through your nose in shock before you melt into him. Your hands on his chest trembled before you gripped the fabric of his shirt, unsure of what else to do with them. A small voice in your mind argued that you should push him away from you, that you should be outraged that he was so easily playing with you, but all reason is swiftly forgotten as his thumb strokes your cheek and his lips move slowly, persuasively, against yours. You nearly forgot everything. You could scarcely remember how to breathe, especially when Ayato’s tongue licked insistently at the seam of your lips.

Your lips parted beneath his with a surprised gasp. Ayato deftly pressed his advantage, tongue plunging in to steal what little remained of your logic and reasoning. His body was hot against yours and as unyielding as the wall against your back, trapping you in place. His tongue flicked against yours, tempting you into an unfamiliar game that set your senses ablaze.

In shy, uncertain movements, you try to keep up with him. Your tongue twists with his earning you a low moan of approval from him. The sound settles in your chest as you tremble slightly, leaning into him further. Ayato’s fingers trailed from your jaw to rest around your neck; his long fingers wrapped around your neck with light pressure as he stole your breath away with his kiss.

Slowly, he pulled back from you. You blink a few times, hazily looking up at him. He watched you closely with lidded eyes as he leaned down and nipped at your still-parted lips before pulling back.

You swallow, unable to say anything for a moment as you look down at your fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt. The night air seemed too cold now that Ayato had moved back to allow you to regain some of your personal space.

“I…” You start before trailing off as you realize that you are unsure what you want to say to him. You swallow, your neck moving beneath his fingers that still encircled your sensitive skin. You could feel his gaze watching you like a caress. “I think….”

He cut you off, leaning back down. Ayato moved his hand on your hip to the small of your back to pull your soft body flush against his. His cheek slid against yours as he placed his lips next to your ear, his breath on the sensitive shell of it forcing the hair at the nape of your neck to rise. If he had thought your eyes were expressive, it was nothing to your body. Every small gasp, your grip on his shirt tightening, the tilt of your head rolling to the side to give him better access even if you weren’t aware of what you were doing.

“Perhaps now you can see why,” Ayato said, his voice slightly hoarse as he whispered low in your ear. “Perhaps now you can see why I cannot allow you to call the deal off.”

This was originally just a small part of a much larger story but I’m not sure if anyone would want to read the whole thing. Since then, my imagination has sort of run wild and i have a half dozen of these little first kiss stories planned with different characters.

Who would you like to see next?

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[yuyan]

Academic rival ayato <3

Gn!reader x ayato

CW: parents put pressure on reader, teasing

Academic rival! Ayato who's litteraly the most annoying person on earth.

Academic rival! Ayato who you don't know how you started competing with him.

Academic rival! Ayato who will compete with you to answer first but never shouting it out.

Academic rival! Ayato who will tease you if you score lower than him but brush it off if you score higher with a little pout.

Academic rival! Ayato who will race you to the scoreboard to see who came first in your grade.

Academic rival! Ayato who has the nicest stationery and you can't help but be a little envious.

Academic rival! Ayato who'll lend you stationary if you forgot something because "it wouldn't be a worthy win if you didn't have the right tools."

Academic rival! Ayato who lets you keep said stationary.

Academic rival! Ayato who brushed off his feelings for you.

Academic rival! Ayato who secretly applauds you when you do better.

Academic rival! Ayato who you start studying with, teasing each other if the other got something wrong.

Academic rival! Ayato who is going insane because you don't what you do him and his heart.

Academic rival! Ayato who sneaks you treats and gifts when you become too stressed.

Academic rival! Ayato who comforts you when your parents are putting too much pressure on you.

Academic rival! Ayato who's always there for you, rival or not.

A/N: IM FREE! Two more days until the start of my 2-week school break so I'll be posting more often now. I'm sorry for being gone for so long. Exams and assignments were not ok.

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[cherry-froggie]

Hiii!! I see you 👁👁 I love love what you've been writing so far!! They're so fun to read and so intricately written I justxidhsigid ❤❤

Mayhaps,, request? If you write for Ayato! If not, you can just ignore this ❤❤ when Ayato was younger, there were times he'd sneak out,, and he made a friend (reader) ! So they'd always play (sometimes with ayaka) when Ayato manages to have time, and this went on for years, reaching up to their teen years when reader says they have to leave for a bit for whatever reason, promising they'd come back.

But!! News arrived that the ship you were boarding was hit by a horrible storm and sunk :( he was devastated bc his childhood bff and long time crush probs died ,,, fast forward to the present, someone drops by their estate looking for Ayato,, and lo and behold, reader! Still alive with scars they got from the ship sinking,, just v fluff hurt/comfort hehe >:)

Have fun writing! No pressure ❤❤

eternal devotion

pairing — Ayato x gn!reader

summary — Every year, since your disappearance, on your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan to remember you for a day. So, when you finally reunite, will you still remember each other?

tags — fluff, hurt/comfort, more emotional than me when my cookies fall on the ground accidentally, also really long and tall like xiao

notes — @maaarshieee!!!! thank you so so so much for your request!! i really hope you like it! i did my best!! i really really love your works as well!!! I'll talk more at the end!!

words — 3,5k

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As Ayato stepped out of the Kamisato estate alone once more, his eyes drew to the grandeur of Inazuma's landscape. The lush forests stretched out before him, their leaves rustling in the wind like whispers of secrets. The rivers that flowed through the land sparkled like diamonds, reflecting the sunlight. Ayato couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom as he ventured out into the wild, like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon.

During one of these escapades to the city, Ayato met you, the child of a relatively wealthy family. You were out on a walk with your family when you stumbled upon Ayato and his sister, Ayaka, exploring the city. You initiated a conversation, and before you knew it, you had become friends.

Together, the three of you spent your days exploring the natural wonders of Inazuma. You climbed towering cliffs that seemed to reach the sky, told stories of the gods and goddesses who watched over the land and wandered through verdant meadows filled with wildflowers.

Kamisato Ayato was a vision of grace and poise. As he walked, his lengthy, pale blue hair flowed behind him like a stream of moonlight. His eyes, a light purple, sparkled like amethysts in the daylight. His skin was as smooth and fair as porcelain, and a small mole under the left corner of his mouth added a hint of charming imperfection. He moved with a certain elegant ease, like a dance between the wind and the leaves. His smile was warm and inviting, like a ray of sunshine on a cold winter's day. He was the embodiment of beauty and nobility, and when he looked at you, it felt like everything around you melted away, leaving only the two of you in a world of your own.

As time passed, Ayato's responsibilities as the eldest son of the Kamisato Clan and future head of the Yashiro Commission began to weigh heavily on him. Despite this, he always found time to sneak out in the dead of night just to be with you. The regret of not being able to see you as much as he wanted led him to often find himself staring at the clock, counting the minutes until he could see you again. You became inseparable, and Ayato found solace in your company as you provided a much-needed getaway from the pressures of his future position.

But, when you reached your teenage years, you were forced to leave Inazuma to visit your family in other regions of Teyvat. You promised Ayato that you would return, but fate had other plans. News reached him that the ship you were on had been preyed on by a terrible storm and sunk in an unknown place, leaving Ayato devastated, believing that his childhood best friend had perished.

Years passed, and Ayato became the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, but he never forgot about you. He buried his feelings deep, knowing he could never be with you again. He threw himself into his duties, dedicating himself to the people of Inazuma and ensuring that the land remained prosperous and peaceful. But every night, before he closed his eyes, he would think of you and the memories you shared. The smell of wildflowers in the meadows, the sound of the river rushing by, and the warmth of the sun on your faces. These memories were like a balm to his soul, providing a moment of respite from his duties.

He would often find himself wandering the streets of Inazuma's city, lost in thought, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The hustle and bustle of the marketplaces, the laughter of children playing in the streets, and the smell of fresh bread baking in the ovens. These were the same streets you had explored together as children, and they reminded him of the person he used to be, the person he was before the responsibilities of leading a clan consumed him.

But even as he dedicated himself to the people of his country, he never forgot about you. He searched for any information about the ship that had sunk, hoping against hope that you had somehow survived. He sent out search parties, but they all returned with nothing but disappointment. As the years passed, he came to accept that you were gone and that he would never see you again.

He built a life for himself, one filled with duty and responsibility, but there was always a part of him that was missing. A part that could never be filled by anything or anyone else. He knew that he would always carry a piece of you with him, and that piece would be a reminder of the love he had lost. But even though you were gone, you were still a part of him, and he would always hold you close to his heart.

He had tried to move on, but, like a seed that's trying to grow in rocky soil, he had never been able to let go of the memory of you. In the back of his mind, a voice constantly reminded him you were no longer by his side.

Every year, on the day of your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner. He would make his way to the same areas and fields where you had once shared laughter and joy while feeling a profound ache in his chest. He would sit by the river, watching the water flow like his memories, remembering your happiness. He would visit the forest, where you had told each other stories of the gods and goddesses that protected the land. The tall trees seemed like a silent witness to the bond you had created, feeling the weight of your absence with each step he took. He always ended that day in the place where it all ended. His memory never let go of the exact words you spoke to him, the promise you had made to return as soon as you could so you could be with each other again, the garments you were wearing, how your beauty turned even the most beautiful star into a blur in the background. He would stand there, lost in memories, feeling the emptiness of your loss, holding on to the hope that you would return to him one day, but knowing deep down that it was unlikely.

Ayaka had watched her brother's heartbreak unfold every time since you were pronounced dead with everyone else inside the ship. She had seen the facade of perfection that Ayato constantly kept slipping away on that day, and there was nothing she could do but stand by and comfort him when it became too much for her to bear. Somehow, Ayato could never let go of you. Like a bird that had lost its wings, he felt lost, alone, and incomplete. He would often sit in silence, staring at the night sky, searching for the star that represented you, the one that would guide him back to you.

One day, an unexpected visitor came to the Kamisato Estate. The guards, used to the usual faces that frequented the estate, were taken aback by the appearance of a stranger at their doorstep. The person, who introduced themselves as [Name], was searching for the head of the Yashiro Commission with a sense of urgency in their voice as if the matters they had to discuss were of life and death importance.

The guard who stood at the door was skeptical of the stranger's claims, unsure of who they were and what business they had with the head of the Kamisato Clan. He couldn't shake off the uneasiness that crept up his spine as he asked Thoma to notify the Head of the Kamisato Clan of the visitor's arrival. The response he received was nothing short of a surprise, as the head of the Kamisato Clan wished to see this person immediately.

And so, as you walked through the gardens, memories of your childhood flooded back to you. They were still as lush and vibrant as you remembered, the flowers still as fragrant and beautiful as they had been all those years ago. Your heart ached with longing as you remembered all the days you had spent here, laughing and playing with the Kamisato siblings.

The closer you got to the door to Ayato's study, the more your nerves began to get a hold of you. Your hands were shaking, and your stomach was in knots. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but it was no use. You were about to see the person who had been your best friend, your confidant since childhood.

Thoma announced your arrival after the guard opened the door, and you stepped inside. The room was well-lit thanks to the orange hues of the afternoon sun. Ayato sat at his desk with his head bent over a stack of papers. He looked up as you entered, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he stood up from his seat and walked to the middle of the room before stopping in his tracks. He then dismissed the guard and housekeeper and asked them to leave the room, leaving you alone with him.

As the heavy door closed behind you, the room was enveloped in the thick silence, as if the air was holding its breath. The light filtering through the window caught the dust particles in the air, making them dance like fireflies in the day's end's glow. The rich wood of Ayato's desk seemed to shine in the warm light, and the delicate irises on his windowsill seemed to come to life.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on you, taking in every detail of your appearance. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with everything you wanted to say to him, but as you looked at him, you realized that words were not enough. The emotions you had kept hidden for so long were threatening to spill over, and you couldn't shake the fear that he might not recognize you, that he might not remember you after all this time. But you recalled those light purple windows to his soul that still held the same warmth and kindness that you had fallen in love with so many years ago.

You couldn't help but notice the way his tailored attire seemed to hug his frame, accentuating the strength he had gained from years of sword practice. His every move was calculated and controlled, but you could see the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

As he gazed into your eyes, the longing and love he felt for you stirred within him like a tempestuous storm. His chest felt heavy, and his throat constricted with the weight of unsaid words. He wanted to pour out his heart to you, to express the depth of his love and the extent of his eagerness to touch you, but the words refused to come. Instead, he stood there, silent and motionless, lost in you, conveying everything he couldn't put into words with a single, yearning gaze.

He took a step toward you, and it felt like time slowed down. You could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands twitched as if he was struggling to contain himself. And then, he was in front of you, and the world seemed to fade away.

He reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and you felt the warmth of his touch spread through your body. The tears you had been holding back spilled down your cheeks, and you couldn't help but let out a soft sob. He pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, and you felt like you were finally home.

His scent, the sound of his heartbeat, the feel of his arms around you - it was all too much. You clung to him, tears streaming down your face. You could feel his cries dampening your hair.

As the two of you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade away. The elegant office of the Yashiro Commissioner, with its expensive furnishings and décor, was nothing but a distant memory. The past and the future didn't matter at that moment, all that mattered was that the two of you were finally together again, and nothing would ever be able to tear you apart.

Ayato's grip on you tightened as he whispered your name, his voice choked with emotion.

The light filtered through the window, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the two of you as if the gods themselves were blessing your reunion. As the tears dried on both of your faces, you looked up at him, and he looked down at you. The love in his eyes was undeniable. You leaned in to kiss him and it was as if all that was left in the universe was you and the one you loved.

It was a kiss filled with all the yearning, passion, and pain that you had both kept storming inside for so many years, a kiss that sealed the promise of a lifetime together, a kiss that marked the start of a new chapter in your lives, one that was the answer to all the prayers and wishes you had ever made.

Slowly, you pulled away, taking another moment to stare at each other's faces as if you couldn't get enough of them. With tears glistening in his eyes, he reached out to touch your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your cheeks and jawline as if memorizing every inch of your front. His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped down your cheek, and his eyes met yours in a gaze so intense it felt like it could set the world on fire. He held you like the most precious and delicate bird, "I never thought the day would come when I'd see you again. The thought of you never left my mind, even for a moment." he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

As Ayato pulled you into another hug, the quiet room was bathed with the echoes of your breathing. The sound of his heart beating against his chest was a soothing lullaby, the rhythm steady and strong, a reminder that you were finally back in the safety of his arms. The familiar scent of his clothes enveloped you, a mixture of earthy spices and the brittle freshness of the outdoors, a comforting reminder of the past.

You began to tell Ayato your story, while he listened intently, taking in every word, every detail. His heart raced as you spoke of being swept away by the storm that had hit Inazuma all those years ago. He could feel the suffering and despair in your trembling voice, and it broke his heart to think of the struggles you faced.

With each word you spoke, the vivid memories of the storm that had hit Inazuma all those years ago came back to torment you, the trauma still fresh in your mind. You remembered the deafening roar of the winds as they battered the ship, the feeling of being lifted off your feet, and the cold envelop of the ocean as you were swept away. The next thing you knew, you were waking up on a distant shore, the waves lapping at your feet and the sand gritty between your toes. You were alone, and everyone else from the ship was nowhere to be found.

You described how you had stumbled upon a kind fisherman who had also taken your parents in. His small cottage was nestled on the edge of the beach, and the smell of saltwater and fish filled the air. He had been your savior, nursing you back to health with the help of his wife, who had provided you with a warm bed and a hot meal. He had even provided you with his boat, so you could journey to the closest place to your relatives.

You explained how you had heard the news that everyone had survived the shipwreck, but no one knew where they were or how to return home, scattered across multiple small islands in the middle of the ocean. The fisherman had helped you navigate the treacherous waters and eventually brought you to a nearby village, where you had sent word to your relatives about your survival. However, it seemed that the Kamisato estate had not received the news yet.

When you finished your story, tears streamed down his face as he muttered apologies, tears of sorrow for the pain you had endured, and tears of joy that you were back in his arms.

His head hung low with his expression filled with regret. The light coming from the windows cast shadows on his face, highlighting the lines of concern etched deep into his skin. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, consumed by the thought that he should have been there to protect you, to keep you safe from the storm that had taken you away.

You reached out, your hand gently lifting his chin until his eyes met yours again. "It's not your fault," you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. "You couldn't have known what would happen."

The warmth of your touch seemed to break through the shame that had consumed him, and he let out a deep sigh, the tension in his shoulders releasing. He looked at you, taking in the sight of you, so close and yet so far. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, the memories of the past flooding back in an overwhelming wave. He closed the distance between you with one more kiss.

As Ayato's lips met yours, your fears seemed to vanish. The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden light over the Kamisato estate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant chirping of crickets. At that moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each other's embrace.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heart beating in sync with yours, and it was like the two of you had always been meant to be together. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between them. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he deepened the kiss, and you knew that you never wanted to let go.

The two of you stood there, lost in the moment, for what felt like an eternity. The kiss was filled with all the love, longing, and longing that had been building up for years. The love that had been there since the day you first met. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you finally let go of the pain and sadness that had been a part of you for so long.

When the kiss came to an end, Ayato pulled back, looking into your eyes with tenderness. He whispered to you, his breath sending shivers down your skin "My heart has been yours since the day we met, [Name], and my love for you has only grown stronger over the years. I cannot bear the thought of being separated from you again."

You promised him that you would stay by his side for the rest of your life, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

Long after the moon rose, Ayato led you to a spot on the estate with a small pond surrounded by trees and bushes, and the water was so clear that you could see the fish swimming below. You sat down on the wooden deck, and Ayato sat beside you.

The two of you sat there for hours, talking and laughing, and it was as if no time had passed at all. He told you about everything that had happened while you were away, and you could see the dedication in his eyes to keep Inazuma even better than when you left.

As the night began to come to an end, Ayato turned to you and took your hand in his. He looked into your eyes and promised to love and protect you for the rest of his days. He swore that he would never let anything come between the two of you again and that he would spend the rest of his days making up for the time you had lost.

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WOW this was LONG LONG, i really wasn't expecting to write this much, so i really hope everyone enjoyed it, especially maaarshiee!!!

you really have no idea how much time this took, i literally didn't do anything else today LOL so I'm REALLY hoping this is a masterpiece of the century jkjk, but i think this could've been much better, there's a lot to improve, but i hope you enjoyed it anyway!

i'll be honest, i was never the biggest fan of ayato, but, you know, writing this made me feel a little something i might start reading some more ff about him

BUT OMG RECEIVING AN ASK FROM MAAARSHIEEE MADE ME WEAK LIKE YES I LOVE YOUR WRITING AS WELL PLEASE I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH

anyways, besides me being a fangirl, i would like to thank everyone for your continuous support to my blog!!!!!! if you like my writing and genshin impact, i'd encourage you to see my masterlist! you might find something you like!

if there are any mistakes, i'll correct them tomorrow, I'm really tired rn!

thank you so much for reading!! have a great day/nigh, whoever and wherever you are!

[sanisme]

take a break

GIF & ayato divider made by me. credit @sanisme if you use anything please. credits to @kiyaedits for the divider at the end xo

summary – your boss calls you over to his office, quite unusual of him. why? word count – 3.1k

pairing – kamisato ayato x fem!reader content warnings - smut, softdom!ayato, virgin!reader with a perv mind, corruption kink, consensual sex, oral (m!receiving), slight mentions of deepthroating (tw gagging), facial, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, spanking, overstimulation, dumbification, semi public sex, ayato is your boss and long time crush, multiple rounds, pet names used

author's note – this is my first ever post. i'm still learning how tumblr works so please bear with me! lowercase is intended by the way. enjoy.

your duty as the kamisato clan head's assistant consisted of caring for cleanliness of the workplace and to keep things in order. as of the present moment, you were taking care of a pile of rather important documents and papers that fell over as you were taking care of another part of the house. picking up the scrambled papers on all fours on the floor was much more energy consuming than it seemed to you at first.

to help pass the time you would often let your mind drift and think of interesting scenarios as a way of making your job less unpleasant. these scenarios would often end up with you thinking of the one person you desired....doing things to you. it was not an uncommon occurrence, and though you felt uncomfortable with those thoughts at first, you had grown to enjoy them. they seemed to make time go faster.

as you were picking up the last few papers, imagining various things in that creative mind of yours, you heard a masculine voice call out your name. was that inside your head? god, you had gone so far with those thoughts you couldn't tell.

"am i bothering you? it's somewhat of an emergency."

you swiftly stood to your feet and straightened your clothes, turning around to see a tall blonde man smiling at you.

"hi, thoma. not at all. what is it?"

"boss asked to see you in his office. he told me to make it quick. it seems important."

giving thoma a confused look, you nodded and tried to catch your breath, and off you went. it was unusual of ayato to call you up to his office, though you weren't complaining. you took any opportunity you had to talk to him, given that he was the man you desired. a little anxious, you hesitantly walked up to the door and knocked.

"come in, dear."

you couldn't deny that you loved his flirtatious ways with you, how he was always physical whenever he interacted with you, with his little touches on your shoulder, your arm or even your back. but you'd rather die than publicly admit it. as you walked in you were greeted by ayato, sitting at his desk with his usual business documents neatly divided into two piles on his work surface. when you looked up at his face he was smiling warmly and looked at you straight in the eyes.

"take a seat, please."

and so you did. you were way reluctant to speak up, too nervous to get mixed up in your words and say a bunch of nonsense. why was he making you so nervous? you had known the guy for years. a little crush wasn't usually something that made you lose your self-assurance, perhaps his behavior around you was what made you fall for him harder.

"archons, calm down. you haven't done anything wrong, i promise." he giggled.

you smiled at him softly and loosened up, already less nervous being aware that his demand to see you wasn't for negative reasons. you finally spoke up and asked him how you could help.

"you should take a break from cleaning. this place is very well ordered. you're a very good maid, you know? sometimes i tell myself you deserve to be rewarded for it."

you felt heat rise up to your face and looked down, trying to cover the redness on your face. your jaw was starting to hurt a bit from the wide smile that took over your face. though not only a feeling of happiness took you over. you pressed your thighs together very tight at the sudden praise. if there was one thing that gave you butterflies, it was certainly praise. you were long aware of your praise kink and sometimes used it in your fantasies with ayato. it truly made your stomach do flips, now that praise was actually coming out of his mouth directly at you, the effect was much stronger. you felt a familiar feeling grow within your stomach.

"rewarded? how?" you stutter.

you watch silently as ayato examines your face with his amethyst-like eyes, seemingly boring holes straight into you, scanning your features so carefully. you felt the pressure rise up in you, your heartbeat increasing by the second.

"why don't you come help me with those papers? come here." he motions at you with his hand to approach him.

with a faint smile on your face you hesitantly get up from your seat, slowly and carefully walking towards him, very self-conscious of the way you looked and behaved. was your hair looking okay? were your clothes dirty from kneeling on the ground earlier? were you walking weird? too quiet?

as you stood still next to him, unsure of what to do with yourself, ayato stared at you through his lashes before backing up his chair by a few inches.

"you see, i've been having a little trouble concentrating today. too many thoughts running through my head. i feel like i need some assistance with this job...and the first person i've thought about for this kind of help was you." he spoke carefully.

"isn't thoma usually the one who helps you with those things?"

"thoma isn't fit for this job."

confused, you slightly tilted your head to the right, nervous to look at him. god, you hated eye contact. you searched for somewhere to look at so you wouldn't have to look at him, and doing that, you accidentally took a glance at this bulge between his legs. it was big. was he...hard? your eyebrows softened at the sight, unintentionally. hopefully he hadn't caught up to it.

"y/n, you've been loyal to the kamisato clan for years now. you're a very dear coworker...such a sweetheart..."

he sighed after that particular word that made your heart skip a beat, he sounded impatient.

"...i've desired you for a long time. i need you y/n, right now." he said in a sincere voice, grabbing your hand with his gloved one.

you finally looked up into his lustful eyes, lips parting, tightening your hold on his hand, finally catching up to what he so desperately wanted from you. without a word you kneeled down and slid under his desk, inbetween his spread legs. he was enjoying this and so were you, despite the tight knot in your stomach. he smiled at the feeling of you unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from its confines. you tried to stay neutral at the sight of it. its prominent size made you wonder how much you could fit in your mouth.

you finally decided to wrap your hand around the base, opting to start delicately stroking him. he was so hard you thought he would cum any second now, but his face said otherwise. he was doing his job, scrambling through his papers like nothing was happening under there. if someone happened to walk in here, no one would be able to tell. it was like your dirty little secret.

you went up to the tip, rubbing it with your thumb, and applying pressure right under it, eliciting a hum from your boss. slowly inching your head forward, you started with little kitten licks on the head of his cock, and finally taking him fully inside your mouth. he was so big you could barely fit it all inside your warm, wet hole. bobbing your head up and down, you increased the pace and sucked in your cheeks to create more friction around him. noticing how much he was enjoying it, you went further by swirling your tongue around him, making him grab onto your hair with such force. he had clearly gotten louder and despite having relaxed now that there was some action, you quickly started to get nervous again at the thought that somebody would walk in, alarmed by the obvious sounds.

he swiftly moved your head up and down quickly, unintentionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a few times, tears invading the corners of your eyes. he thought it was sexy to see you crying from his big cock. you grabbed onto his clothed thighs to hold yourself up, knees hurting. you couldn't help but feel some sense of pride at how ayato, such a prominent, proper, formal man could so easily lose his composure to someone like you, and you loved it. you had never done this kind of thing before, the only base of knowledge you had was from those suggestive books you read sometimes to fantasize.

at this point it seemed like he was using your mouth as his personal fleshlight. you let yourself be guided until he let out the softest, most adorable moan and quickly pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself in right front of your face with the squelching sounds of your saliva mixed with his precum invading your ears. he came without warning, painting your face in his thick cum, and there was so much of it. you wanted a taste.

he tried to catch his breath, letting out soft little grunts and cut-off curses, caressing the back of your head where he had pulled so hard.

"i'm sorry...did i hurt you? he spoke up and you shook your head, smiling at him.

"you're so good at this...such a good girl. i wanna make you feel good too."

he moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheeks, grabbing them with both hands and softly caressing them. you felt like you were melting. his cum-stained thumb made its way towards your lips and you unhesitatingly took it in your mouth, sucking on it. he tasted warm and bitter, with a sweet aftertaste and you loved it. after getting rid of the rest, you stared up at the man who was now holding your chin up to stare at your face.

"why don't you get up here sweetheart? come sit on my lap."

and so you did as he said, feeling internally excited not only to tend to his sexual pleasure like a good girl, but also to be so physically close to the person you had been admiring for so long. your brain still hadn't processed what was happening, but you were about to. the chair was wide enough to allow you to straddle his lap, your legs laying comfortably on either side of his hips...but the friction between your legs did not go unnoticed by the both of you. you could feel his hot breath on you as well as his chest rising up and down, his heart beating at a steady rhythm. he seemed to know what he was doing. had he had many women? had he given others the same pleasure you so wished he inflicted on you for so long? your mind began to wander as you felt some sort of jealousy well up within your heart, but now wasn't the time. you had the man of your dreams sitting right under you. you snapped back into reality when you felt his big, gloved hands snake around your waist, rubbing up and down, to finally set up on your hips. the jealousy soon died out and turned into butterflies. you stared at him in awe, pupils wide, with a prominent blush on your face. he could tell you were nervous from your slight trembling.

"this is the first time you do something like this, isn't it?"

you shyly nodded, lips parting instinctively.

"i'll be gentle then, sweetheart. wouldn't want to hurt such a precious little thing, am i right?"

he sure knew how to make your stomach do flips. the bastard was doing it on purpose, and he was so damn good at it. if humans could melt, you'd be some sort of mush right now. right on his lap, his bare lap...

you couldn't help but slightly grind your hips against his cock, watching his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. with his hands, he guided your hips to increase your pace, until he put you to a stop.

"enough." he said sharply, but not in a rude manner.

with his hands, he picked up your hips, slowly lowering you onto him. being a virgin, you winced at the sudden and painful stretch, letting out little gasps but he did not stop, he was enjoying this too much. did he have a kink or something? he gave you a few minutes to adjust to him, of course he wouldn't want you to have a bad time.

"you're so t-tight baby, it's hard to focus. you feel amazing. such a cute, good, good girl."

he slowly started to move your hips at a steady rhythm, though it hurt at first, the pain soon started to turn into pleasure, his member hitting so deliciously against that special spot deep inside your pussy. you couldn't help but moan a little too loud – eyes rolling back. he placed a hand on your mouth a applied pressure to your jaw to keep you quiet.

"wouldn't wanna get caught in this position, sweet baby. you're a special girl, wouldn't wanna make the others jealous, right? hearing you getting fucked so well by my cock, only you get special treatment. nobody else is to know about it. you're my special girl aren't you?"

you nodded quickly as your noises turned into heavy, quick breaths – when you felt him thrust up into you you held your hips up, loving the pleasure he was giving you, wanting more and more of it, you soon became addicted to him. he began kissing your neck, your chest, fondling your breasts and playing with your nipples all the while picking up the pace on his loins when he felt your tight pussy closing up on him repeatedly, signalling your first orgasm. sure enough, your eyes rolled back and you couldn't help the scream of his name raging from your throat as he was sent over the edge at the same time as you, filling up your tight cunt to the brim with his juices, again gifting you with a huge load that flowed out of your pussy onto his balls, and spilling down your shaking thighs.

you felt drained, letting your body slump against his, drooling onto his shoulder, catching your breath. you felt satisfied yet sad that this special moment was over, hoping it would happen again in the future. picking yourself up you looked directly at him, focused on his figure, shaking, hands squeezing your plush ass, eyes looking tired as ever, breathing heavily. how did you manage to make him such a mess? it was a truly beautiful sight you'd keep in your memory forever. you longed for more in your mind, but didn't say a word. and at that moment you thought he had mind reading skills.

"bend over the desk, love."

the sentence itself gave you butterflies and you involuntarily tightened up on his cock, still buried inside of you. you slowly stood up, legs wobbly from the delightful orgasm he gifted you with and excitedly did as he said. he took a moment to grab onto your ass, spreading it and looking at the mess he made between your legs. it was sexy, yet you felt exposed and flustered by his actions.

when he got up, you felt impatient to have him inside you yet again. it was a feeling you'd grown addicted to. he wasted no time in plunging himself right inside your cunt, swiftly but carefully. he wanted to make ruins of your body. having that idea in his mind, he started right away with a quick pace which had you seeing starts, moans muffled by the drool-stained wooden desk against your mouth. he smoothed his palms against your behind and without warning he spanked you really hard, three times in a row, twice on the left, once on the right, making you let out little yelps each time.

"more! more! more! please, sir!"

"that's my good girl. so well mannered. you take me so well, you're doing such a good job for me. keep taking me like that, yeah...that's it. i'll make you feel so good."

another slap was felt on your ass and it only made you louder and louder, ayato's care for the noise was long gone, and so was his sanity. all he wanted was your pussy milking him, over and over again.

"perhaps i should call you in my office more often, what do you think? i think this job requires...two people...fuck-"

his consistent pounding made him seem like a feral beast claiming you in the wild, his dick was so big you thought he'd split you in half. hearing that this kind of thing would occur again made you want to scream his name over and over without a care in the world, wanting to let everyone know how good he made you feel, and then you were cumming again- legs shaking against him, hole creaming around him while he cursed over and over again, he loved the feeling of your pussy pulsating so hard.

"aren't you my sweet little toy? do you like when i talk to you like this? i'll make you feel like this everyday if you wish it, you're mine now."

you could only babble nonsense as he fucked your brains out, not being able to let a single coherent sentence out.

"have i fucked you stupid already? have you become my dumb little baby? so sweet. don't say anything, let me take good care of you."

he filled you up one last time. you felt warm and satisfied, holding onto the desk and giving ayato a personal memory of this special moment with the mark of your nails engraved onto it forever. your ass was on fire from the repeated spanking, your vision was blurry from the overstimulation and your eyes were tearing up from the pleasure inflicted on you. his hands ran up from your ass to wrap around your waist, pulling you onto his lap in a bridal-style embrace as he sat down. his heartbeat and his warmth were comforting, his eyes staring softly at your face before placing soft kisses all over it, leaving your lips for last. your first ever kiss, and certainly not the last.

ayato had made his mind up long ago that he wanted you as his partner for the rest of his life, and he had finally claimed you. you were his now. you could already tell he was your home.

you drifted off into a blissful sleep at the thought of your new lover.

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[erabu-san]

Who is the cutest ??

[hiraya-rawr]

you can't choose who to fall for (thoma brainrot)

synopsis !! brainrot for noble!reader and thoma going through the peak of a love story before it all comes crashing down

inspired by !! I bet you think about me - Taylor Swift, and some other things

note !! not my proudest work BUT I NEED THIS TO LEAVE MY DRAFTS AND IM SLEEPY // NOT PROOFREAD

cw !! gn!reader, terminologies may seem a little biased to the working class, please know it's just for writing

You never had to worry about mora in your life. As one of Inazuma's most dominant commerce clans, money came and went from your hands like water.

Needless to say, meeting and falling in love with the housekeeper of your good business associates – the Kamisato clan – was a whirlwind of events.

You've seen him before.

Whenever you'd drop by with presents to show lady Ayaka, he would be tidying the rooms or gardens, occasionally next to the commissioner. A foreigner in Inazuma wasn't exactly common, he caught your interest solely because of that.

He'd serve you tea as you chat with Ayaka. A small smile on his face, standing in the background like a wallflower but you can't help the way your eyes would divert to him.

You'd see him more often on your frequent outings to the commercial districts. He would be haggling prices, forming connections and budget his daily errands. You've grown familiar to his tasks.

You'd invite him to accompany you since you're going the same way and Thoma would try his best to escort you (not that you don't have a handful of your own bodyguards eyeing him warily).

Thoma whose eyes go a little wider whenever you make a "reckless" purchase, letting your entourage hold all your bags. You'd giggle at him before offering him a "small" thank you gift for the company (it's one of the most expensive things he owns now).

And the rest is history—

Thoma who wasn't sure where to take you out for a friendly date. You insist that he take you to his favorite restaurant, so he brings you to a local hole-in-the-wall canteen that sells the best takoyaki (a place you've never thought to explore outside of the glamorous shopping district, and a food you've never seen so... humbly made).

But you're in love. Your heart beats a little louder, a lot faster, and he's blushing a little talking about how this probably isn't all that impressive for you and he could always take you to somewhere nicer but you're insisting to stay because — archons damnit — he's so cute using a toothpick to feed you.

You who aren't restrained or bothered by traditional ideals of the nobility. Your household was wealthy enough to do what they wanted, even in the face of criticism, so your free-spirited and spoiled attitude was a delight to entertain!

You who run up to Thoma every time you see him, unbothered by the curious stares of people for interacting with a houseworker. In a way, you wanted Thoma to feel welcomed around you. You wanted him to know that it didn't matter to you what his status was at all!

What you didn't account for was that it mattered to him. He's glad to be your friend, even more so the object of your infatuation but... this really isn't something that should work out.

So he breaks up with you. You who has everything in life except for the person you love.

He's so kind about it too So, so kind that you find it hard to be mad at him when he's apologetically holding your cheek, voice low and soft as he tells you you're just both too different.

It could start raining while you're breaking up and he'd give you an umbrella because he knows just how much your clothes are worth (hint: more than his salary, that's for sure) and he's just thoughtful that way, it makes your heart clench even more

imagine going back to the same life you've lived but it feels grey now. It's different, and high society starts to feel a little more stuffy without Thoma by your side.

So you go through the motions of moving on; you find someone new, a noble, you date, and he brings you to these fancy places you've tried before. He buys you bags and clothes, new additions to your closet (unlike the little wooden charm bracelet Thoma got you that sits between golds and silvers); he knows how to perform every step in a dance (unlike Thoma who drags you along with the flow, laughing while your bodies sway to the beat).

You get married for the good of your clan and you convince yourself that it's fine. He's a great person, and everyone benefits, right?

So when the Kamisato representatives arrive to the glamorous and classy wedding, and you see Thoma, a simple retainer.

He stands nothing against your new influential partner, yet you'd give anything to experience the love he gave you again.

note !! this has been in my drafts for a few months, it's originally an outline for a fic but im leaving it in HC format

[hotpinkstars]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[podushkinz]

I dedicate my first post to them

[kitsuvil]

— back to papers [picturesque/ayato smau]

[masterlist]

— we're back!! no way!! i've no idea how long it'll be until the next one, unfortunately, but we're finally out of this roadtrip arc LOL i went mia for a while, that's by bad 🫶 this chapter is mainly filler content, but at least feelings are on the rise!tehe

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[sandraghart]

❄️ Kamisato Ayaka ❄️

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[cythena]

9:48

cw/tw: smut, cheating, slight breeding kink, planned deformation ig

being ayato’s favorite girl while he’s married. he’s a real important political figure. he married to another politician’s daughter, y’know just for show. to be honest she was quite the prima donna. ayato could see her efforts to be a good wife and please him like her daddy told her to. the results were just subpar. you would make a much better wife. you cooked, you painted, you danced, you were funny, truly just the woman for him. it’s just, his life would never allow him to make you his wife. until he would find a way to disobey these rules, you were always welcome at his home. you weren’t completely aware of these feelings. each visit was disguised as you asking some questions for an upcoming festival. you could only come to the kamisato estate in order to not risk someone seeing him at your home. rumors spread too quickly.

ayato would drag you into his bedroom for your discussions. he loved the thrill of being caught between your legs playing with your clit or pounding your little hole from behind. the door was always locked, the thrill was fun but not the risk. sometimes when you had less time you would sit between his legs quickly working to taste his cum. of course the next visit would be focused on you. he hoped the night of your wedding, he would be able to fill you up. you deserved to be full of his seed, soon to be carrying the next kamisato. he couldn’t risk your reputation and make you seem like a common whore. so he’d reluctantly pull out and finish on your pussy. it’s almost the same right?

he’d have to divorce his wife soon. he couldn’t take it anymore. he needed you for himself. now. how could he do so without damaging his own reputation. maybe, a cheating scandal on her part. how wonderful. he’d have to speak with his trusted retainer about setting that up.