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⋆⑅˚₊✎ genre(s): fluff ⋆⑅˚₊✎ description: Ayato decides to walk you home. ⋆⑅˚₊✎ pairing(s): ayato x gn!reader ⋆⑅˚₊✎ word count: 922 ⋆⑅˚₊✎ a/n: never wrote an x reader before, so i don’t know how this turned out. also inspired by the song walk me home by said the sky, illenium, and chelsea cutler. ⋆⑅˚₊✎ dedication: @aodjslksck hehe (HOPE U GET AYATO NEXT TIME)

“Hey,” Ayato calls.

Despite the rain, you can hear Ayato clearly through the noise, almost as if he is whispering right into your ear. You turn around, but he is on the other side of the estate, his hand gripping a purple parasol.

“What?” You demand. You aren’t sure if he heard you, but he answers your question anyway.

“There is no way I’m letting you walk home in the rain alone, darling,” he says, stepping forward. You wince, both at the nickname and how quickly Ayato’s countless layers of clothing absorbed the rainwater that made its way under the umbrella.

“I’m not your darling,” you snap.

“I’m aware of that, darling,” Ayato makes his way towards you, positioning the parasol exactly above your head. You closed your eyes, feeling your heart stutter at how close Ayato’s chest was to yours.

“Let’s get going, then.” You say, turning around before Ayato could catch the blush scattered on your cheeks.

It is not so bad, you decided, having the young head of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commissioner walk you home on a dark, rainy night. A few hilichurls were waiting around the path down from Mount Yougou, but Ayato made short work of them. You averted your gaze when he grinned back at you, sweat and rain dripping from his face and hair. His clothes were pressed against his skin, exposing lines you didn’t know existed.

You live on the foot of the mountain, alongside a few other houses belonging to people who work at the Kamisato Estate. Even though there was a good enough number of people who settled there, the area was not large enough to be referred to as a town or village, so most people referred to it as the Yougou Settlement. You were on the outskirts of the settlement when you stopped Ayato, pressing your hand against his chest.

“This is where we part,” you insist, ignoring the dampened surface of Ayato’s jacket. “It is not befitting for the Yashiro Commissioner to be seen with a common girl.”

Ayato laughs as if you had cracked a funny joke about lavender melons or sakura blooms. “You know people don’t care about that stuff anymore, right? Especially those from around here.”

“I cannot be seen around you,” you continue to insist. “It is late, anyway. You should go home now.”

“At least let me walk you back to your house.”

You only relented because Ayato took both your hands in his (umbrella handle nestled underneath his arm), and you did not know how to respond.

You and Ayato manage to arrive at your house without anyone spotting the two of you, much to your relief. At the door, however, Ayato did not budge from the front steps even after you entered your home, and when you inquired him, he answered, “Well, I’m rather drenched from our encounter with those hilichurls. Don’t you think it’d be courteous if you invited me in to clean myself?”

You almost swore at him then and there, but you let him in.

As Ayato occupied your bathroom, you lay on your bed with a book on your lap, reading from the dim light of the torch behind you. When the doors of the bathroom swung open without warning, you nearly jumped; Ayato had emerged with a towel on his head and his seven layers of attire stripped down to a single black shirt and navy blue shorts.

“W-what are you doing?” You yelp, visibly scrambling backward as Ayato climbs onto the bed.

“Keeping you company,” Ayato shrugs as if his answer must have been obvious to you. “Thoma told me you lived alone, and that you wished there was someone who could stay with you. That is what I am here for.”

You closed your eyes. Dang it, Thoma. “Is this why you wanted to walk me home?”

“Well, I did not want you to walk through the rain by yourself and without an umbrella, so I decided this would be a bonus.” He is by your side within seconds, his warm torso pressed against yours as he rested his towel-clad hair on your shoulder. “What are you reading?”

You clear your throat, nervous at the comfortable weight on your arm. “Just… a novel Ayaka got for me from the Yae Publishing House.”

“I see,” Ayato mumbles. He seems to be falling asleep. “Read me some of it.”

You want to object, but ultimately decide to go for it anyway. As you read lines from the romance novel in your hands—making sure to avoid all the spicy scenes—you feel Ayato’s towel tumble from your shoulders, his sky-blue locks pressing against the bare skin of your neck. You close the book as you watch Ayato’s sleeping form, comforted at the sight of his peaceful expression. Without thinking, you press your palm against Ayato’s cheek, exhaling nervously when he does not budge. You try to suppress a smile; it has been so long since you have seen Ayato without stressed brows or mischievous eyes.

“Sleep well, Ayato,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on the side of your temple despite your every nerve telling you not to. This is the head of the Kamisato Clan after all—who are you to kiss him? Yet you did so anyway, ignoring the corner of your brain nagging you about the inevitable consequences of your actions. You snuffed the light and placed your book next to it, before circling your arms around Ayato as you both dreamed of places far away.

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Years of An Empty Heart (Thomato angst)

 Sumarry: Ayato got married to a women from another clan since he knew he had to do it. It’s for the better of Inazuma and his clan and therefore even if he doesn’t have a liking to this women, he still has to marry her. And this left Thoma in devastation, after years of them having all of these bitter sweet memories, he is willing to do this. But he knew he had to let go. It’s for the Kamisato clan and Inazuma, this will be for the better, right?

(A/N: this fanfic will have no happy ending. And cringey writing) ______________ It has been a pain for Thoma to see his beloved lover, or former lover to be with a women he doesn’t even love. But he eventually needs to let it go. Nothing last forever in this world, including a relationship. A perfect relationship where the two of them will share every sweet moment they can, even when Ayato was at it’s bussiest, he wants to spend time with him. Everyday it felt like the winds has let them to a bright future. Everyday it felt like time moves slower. Both of them wants to grow old, and sit under a beautiful tree while talking about they’re younger days is the day that they are very fond to wait.

But one day will change everything when the Kamisato Clan was having multiple dificulties, Ayato was overworked, Thoma and Ayaka started to worry about him. What if he got so stressed out that he may pass out and maybe fell sick? The possibilities are endless! And so the idea of marriage between another clan has come and we all know where this is heading.

On the day of wedding, Thoma was Ayato’s best man and he witness the saying’s of: ‘I do’ and kissed. He wants to get out of this wedding. It’s a pain. He wishes he can go back to Mondstadt but he has duties here as the maid of the estate so it’s probably not posibble for him to go back to Mondstadt. “Haha, i told you pink may suit your contrast!” Thoma said as he admired the pink flower he put on beside his lover’s ear, “Well, i guess you’re right, love.” He looked at the flower that Thoma took off from the bushes. STOP! STOP THINKING ABOUT THESE MEMORIES! THEY’RE JUST IN MY HEAD AND AYATO IS DOING THIS FOR THE BEST! He thought to himself as he holds his tears but he can’t. So he just faked being happy and sad at the same time.

Ayaka can sense his pain. She wanted to tell him that everything is alright and that Ayato still fully loves him through thick and thin. But whatever comfort she gave to him, it seems like it wasn’t even enough to let go the pain that has impacted both of them. The day where they grow old together isn’t even going to happen anymore, now it’s going to be days of sorrow and loneliness. If he were to be in his shoes then he would drop everything in order to be happy. Where nothing will ruin they’re wholesome relationship.

Years has gone by and Thoma felt like he was incomplete. A part was broken and it was hard to fix. Sigh, if only he haven’t met him in the first place, but what will happen if he never met him? He is pretty sure everyday in Mondstadt will be the same. Of course, Ayato and him interacts everyday but it wasn’t enough. He wants to be with him again! Heck, even get married that’s for sure! And today he is going grocery shopping, great, maybe he can go to the place he used to have alone time with Ayato. Just for a minute. Maybe that will lighten up a burden.

He went to Tsukimono Grocery (or something like that) and bought a couple of things until a question from the owner, “So, Thoma,” Oh boy here we go, “How do you feel after all of these years of Ayato marrying another women?” She asked just like that as if it was a sad topic for him, “Ah, that’s a pecilluar question! And i guess n-normal? Yeah i guess that’s the right word for it!” He answered as his heart felt like it was sunken down more. He took his groceries and said thank you to the owner and went to the sea shore, it was soothing and peaceful, he felt like Ayato is right next to him, admiring the sea.

“Isn’t it lovely, dear?” He asked as if his former lover is there, “Teyvat is still out there. Maybe one day we can explore it...and be..happy..” He broke down to tears. Thoma and Ayato, after years of feeling empty, it has come to conclusion that they will never be a pair of 2 men having the happy ending they have dreamed of.

Another few years have passed. Thoma had been lifted into heaven and is now burried under a yumemiru tree near the sea. Ayato visits his grave everyday in honor of his deceased lover. He has a dendrobium in his hands and laid it on top of his grave, “Oh my dear lover, i may have ended the relaionship for the better but one day we will reunite in the afterlife and live happily as we dreamed of.” He said as he looked into the wide sea, knowing that his lover is still there with a smile on his face.

Kamisato Ayato icons for day 5 of @hiddencircus's event! prompt: drink or fruit f2u with reblog / like credits not needed but appreciated!

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I didn’t expect to be waken up by a lightning strike next to me.

[Imposter!Sagau thing] / [This is literally my first time writing so yeah] / [I write this only for fun tho] / [Not some deep story, just some light comedy in this dark Imposter AU cuz we already has so many angst :’)]

[NEXT]

Waking up in the middle of the storms are not one of the thing in your list of life that you expected to happen. Like, getting a spouse that is nice and caring? Yes. Waking up in the middle of nowhere in a fucking storm?? Nope.

Yeah, You’re sure you didn’t register to anything that has anything to do in trying to survive in the unknown.

Maybe God was playing with you in your dreams?? Maybe that’s what happened. Maybe you can continue to sleep.

A lightning lands beside you

or not.

Groggily (and fearfuly), you opened your eyes, tries to get away far from there and clear your head from the ringing of the lightning. It’s not the best ringtone for an alarm if you ever set one, to be honest. Looking around, you realized that  the wilderness around you is kinda familiar looking. A sweet flower? Three lavender melons in the ground? Kaburagis in the distance training despite one of their teammate get hit by the lightning and continue to stand like nothing has happened?

Oh you know where this is.

Or what you assumed this place must be.

Genshin Fucking Impact.

Are anyone has the contact to celestia right now? Cause I’m about to complain!

A lighting strike again near you.

Or maybe after we get out of this place.

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You tried to go to the samurai.. er- ronins?, seeing that they are the only intelligent creature near here. You tried to ask some question, maybe you could have some answer! But nope, one of them really just rush to you and you do your best to dodge so you wouldn’t be sabitonare’d by some random ronin. You’re very much still wanted to be alive.

”WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY ATTACK ME?! I DON’T BRING ANY WEAPON!”

“Because, you look like the creator!”

Excuse me who?

You tried to ask them again. But one of their friends just suggested that they try to sell you to the black market! Something about your face and your likeness to the creator that may have gotten them some fortunes! And maybe some money to heal their friends that just got hit by a lightning strike.

“Hey man, dude, samurai, whatever. It’s rude to plan about kidnapping someone when the someone you plan to kidnap is right in front of you. Anyway, I’m not that worth kidnapping, brodudes. Even I’ll be surprised if someone see some worth in me. My price could be only one potato chips! Plus who is this creator you talkin’ about?”

The samurai’s look at you as if you’re an idiot. You felt offended. “Hey! I just arrived here with no memories on how do I get here. Cut off some slack will ya?”

To your surprise they really considered that. Huh, maybe they really aren’t as bad as you think they would be. Maybe you should try to reduce the amount of time you farm for their handguard.

One of the nobushi in the back suddenly go forward to you. His face looking weirdly somber. “You... didn’t remember anything? Poor one, I know how that feels...” Choruses of ‘Not this again...’ can be heard in the back. The leader smacked his forehead in some tired resignation.

“Nobu, you know we can’t...” But ‘Nobu’ who you assumed was the one standing in front of you, yelled back. “No, We can leader! This poor little one right here is amnesiac in the middle of the storm! You know how we all started right? We have no one and no where. We stays and recruit people and we survived together until today! Are we really going to abandon them?!”

Wow, uh... this is really turning into some anime sad moments right now. Well, this is one of your chance to survive.

“Hello Mr, Leader sir! I really have no idea how I get here. Can I stay with your group?? I promise, doing something nice will bring you great luck today!” You hoped it would convince him, with the nobushi in front of you making a weird begging face too. Man, you didn’t know these npcs are so expressive. The leader sighs.

“Right, you wouldn’t listen to me anyway. Alright brat, you win. Okay now, what’s your name kiddo?” 

The towering height of the leader is unnerving you. WHAT DID THESE PEOPLE EAT? And how about your name? Is it save to give them your real name? Not worth the danger.

“I’m... Bob.” The leader looks at you with more suspicion. “Family name?”

“Uhm... The builder?” Sweats are rolling to your jaws. Curse you and your stupid naming sense in the middle of danger!

“Right... Bob the.. Builder. We are going somewhere urgent. You follow us and maybe we’ll find a role for you. Let’s see if your so called speech in me doing nice thing will give us some luck,” says the leader sarcastically. You laugh in a nervous way, praying to whatever deities or Gods in this place that your bullshit was going to go smooth. “Aye aye sir.”

What you didn’t expect was the bullshit, it was working. Not long after you followed them, no bad thing have happened to you all. In your journey. There is no monster who is getting close to your group. The leader even said maybe you’re quite the lucky charm. You grinned, and quickly try to establish some kind of friendly relationship with them. Especially the nobushi who tried to rescue you. He is just some amnesiac kid in the past and the leader saved him too. That was the reason he tried to take you and you really appreciate that.

And not after long, your group was stopping. They said they need to meet some important client. Nobu, the chad, explains their transaction.

“We kinda work with the Kamisato family to keep eyes on the more rough and aggressive ronins. We are going to give the reports to them right now. He said, if we do this job for them for a long time, They will guarantee a living quarter for all of us when we turned old! It was such a great deal. We thank him for that!”

Oh this group is kinda nice. You do are lucky, also it seemed the storms are already ending. Huh, that’s quite fast considering when you’re scared a moment ago it’s still raining heavily. Meh, maybe it’s the raiden shogun and her mood swings.

“Uh... Konnichiwa?”

‘Wait, Nobu, who is him?” You notice this mysterious figure mentioned in the line of someone who is working with your group. Nobu opened his mouth, but he’s interrupted by some man just poofing into existence from out of nowhere and it scared the bejeebus out of you.

“Kai’s group, you bring those reports?” The leader rolls his eye. “You guys are always dramatic. Here,” He give them a stack of rolled paper, each one with the information of ronins around kamisato estate and Konda Village. 

The ninjas immidiatelly secured the scrolls. “we thank you for your cooperation...” He suddenly became quite. The ninjas are looking right into you. You squirmed in your place, slowly goes behind Nobu to hide from their stares. 

They wield their weapon at once. ‘WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU IMPERSONATING THE CREATOR?!”

The ninjas stopped. The fearful look in their face as the cloud began to surround you and lightnings trying to hit them. They are terrified and starting to doubt their accusation. You, who was not aware of everything happening around due to the adrenaline, only smiles in satisfaction seeing they finally listen to you.

Oh fuck. The group hasn’t explained who is this fucking creator. One of the shuriken lands near your feet. And you leapt back. 

“HEY! I’m not this-” You dodge a shuriken. “--Creator you talkin about--” another shuriken, “--LISTEN TO ME YOU NARUTO RIP OFFS” The thunder and storms is already coming back. Clouding the area where you all was staying. 

“Now, that’s a good manner. Don’t go around swinging those weapon at some random people will you? I don’t like getting hurt,” The ninjas nodded quickly. Some of the nobushi, in the command of the leader who sense there are something peculiar about you, made a formation to protect from any further harm.

Then, you heard someone walking from behind. The sound of rustling clothes and you heard the sound of someone sipping something. Oh no, there is only one man in the entire Genshin cast that drinks in the middle of the road.

The leader walks up behind you, “Ya sure ya ain’t someone kid? Weather don’t react that way when someone ordinary is angry,” He said while pointing the clouds that has began to disperse after circling you. 

“Huh, no idea. What I remember I’m just an ordinary someone,” you shrug. Hey, you already need to deal being isekai’d to Genshin. You have no other reason to think why the weather is stormy. You’re not a forecaster. 

“Gentlemen, Is there something I can help you with?”

Look and Behold! The famous Mr, Kamisato is here! The man himself is sipping the boba tea that he just took out from his sleeve.

How the fuck the does that is still unknown to you.

One of the ninjas that previously attack you is already beside him. He is whispering something to the Kamisato Lord, while eyeing you disdainfully. Which earned a middle finger from you.

“Wow, great, I’m being accused. So fun.” “Shut up, Bob the Builder!” The leader whacked you in the head for talking disrespectfully in front of the Kamisato head, which make you yelp in pain.

“Hey Leader, he started it!” You pout. You have your pride and there is no way you would let somebody accuse you of anything. 

Ayato looks at you. A weird clothes. Disheveled and messy. Also a bit damp from the rain. But the fact that your face literally looks like the creator is also unnerving. But your name, Bob the Builder? Huh...

“Excuse us, it seems that our ninja here mistakes you impersonating our creator. We deeply apologize,” Ayato took another calculating look towards you. The warmth of the creator vanished moments ago. Lots of people are trying to investigate what happened, Ayato included. But then, you came. Someone who resembles the creator. Ayato also see what happened when you got mad before. He sees the cloud’s that’s circling you. He needs more information.

“Our creator, [Name], is the divine god all of us worship. Surely you understand why we have gotten suspicious, right, Bob the Builder?”

The confused expression in your face is the answer he’s looking for. You mouthed something along “How does he knows my name?”. Ayato smiled deviously. If his assumption is correct, “Our creator last mention about how they are happy at getting the Haran Gepakku Futsu sword after getting me as their vessel in 50 pulls. maybe they are celebrating that so that’s the reason they get away...” Ayato looks at your offended face.

“HEY NO WAY. I GOT SPOOKED WITH A FUCKING ELEGY! AYATO’S AWORD IS BLACK CLIFF NOW---” You eyes widen and you suddenly closed your mouth with your hands. Ayato smiled, he then once asked again, now with his black cliff sword out in the open. “Oh my, How do you know that? That information is only known by me and the creator,...” 

All attention now on to you. Nobu is looking for you in astonishment. 

“Bob... Are you?” 

“On my defense, I still don’t know who is this creator you talking about.” You slowly walked away from all of them. But some of the ninja’s restrained you. Your face is getting paler.

Kamisato Ayato’s eyes gleamed. Is this the reason their creator’s warmth is gone? So they chose to ascend to teyvat? Ayato walks forward. He kneels in front of you and slowly took your hand and kissed it softly. A strong possessive looks in his eyes makes you flinch. What is happening?

“Oh my lovely creator... Welcome. Such an honor to be the first vessel who meets you in this form...” You looks even paler. Your character knows you? You’re their creator? The sudden influx of information is making you dizzy. You looks at the samurai group that has been your traveling company. Eyes pleading for help but they look frozen. Nobu suddenly shouts.

“WAIT, THEY ARE THE CREATOR?!”

Or Maybe, this is all real?

Kamisato Ayato chuckled. How fortunate. It seems this group is really worth the investing. He never knew this little plan of his would result in something so fruitful. 

Your head is spinning. You don’t even know where to start thinking. Ayato took this as a chance to whisk you away to the Kamisato estate. “Oh estemeed creator, you seemed tired. How about we go to the Kamisato estate. I’m sure you will be delighted there!” You look at the men who surrounds you. Yeah, this is really confusing, but hey, a chance to rest is something you need right now. Maybe all of this is really just a surreal dream. Maybe you will wake up after this in your cozy bedroom.

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 [SAGAU! Imposter Reader]

Veritas Inter Astra

[Before] 

Tw : Contains Violence

Welp, this is it. This is the continuation. Have it folks. I'll surely be updating this in the future but IDK how long. cuz currently, I'm still preparing for a college entrance exam. Hopefully, this will suffice for now. If you have any ideas, complain, or brain-rot, feel free! Oh, Ayato simps be winning in this chapter lol.

Faith is a sacred thing. It is holy, full of loyalty, and something that roots deep within people's hearts that serves as a guide. Guide on how they live their life. Guide on how they choose their morality and how to treat someone. Like how to treat a person like you! Who is mistaken as an imposter?

You are aware of the looks given to you. Those Shuumatsuban ninjas didn't even hide their glare while escorting you and Ayato. You grumbled. All this ordeal has left you very exhausted. Waking up in the middle of the storms, getting attacked, and now having to walk a long way to The Kamisato Estate. Yeah, you'd like to take a bath and maybe some warm food.

After navigating through the Chinju forest, your group arrived at the gate of The Kamisato Estate. You heard comments from the NPCs about how beautiful this place is. It seems they are not exaggerating after all.

You gasped. The sheer luxury of this place is up a notch. The soft glow of the lantern as the sky slowly turns to dark blue is beautiful. As if they are guiding you to this fine architecture. The soft blows of the wind with a hint of saltiness from the sea are also very refreshing. You stood in awe. Your ordinary self feels intimidated by the presence of this place alone. You, whom some moments ago, are just someone who tries to pay the rent of your apartment. You backed up a little, discomfort and insecurities filling your heart. Are you allowed to stay in this place? Your mother once look at you apartement and literally said “Damn you lived like this?” Once. Hey, That time it’s because exam week, you’re way too busy with your grades to care.

"Ayato, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" you asked in doubt. Sure, when you played the game, you have always wanted to visit this place yourself. Honestly, who wouldn't? If you're honest, sometimes you would think, "How does it feel to live in such a luxurious place?" The thought always made you giddy and smile from the excitement. But now, after seeing the real thing, you're not so sure. Ayato smiled, not his usual political smile, but one genuine, full of love and adoration. It makes you uncomfortable. You didn't feel... worthy.

Before he could answer, one of his ninjas, though scared, snapped back at you. "You dare refer to Lord Kamisato so casually like that? Filthy imposter, you should know your place!"

You flinched back. You don't have enough energy to bicker back, and your anxiety's spiking up. The wind blows fast and harsher. You squeezed your hand so hard it turned white. You can handle people being mean to you, but that doesn't mean you don't feel hurt. You ignore the wind that starts getting restless, the trees trashing around along with the wind.

"Look, Ayato-- Lord Kamisato. I appreciate your thoughts." You bowed, apologizing. "But it seems that I won't be received well in your place. I'll go back with Nobu and continue my travel with them--"

"Shut up." You flinched, not daring to look up. Ayato's voice is devoid of any warmth.

Did you mess up somewhere? Did your bow is disrespectful? You heard little gasps behind you as well. Oh no, you definitely messed up.

But I don't want to die. 

An idea pops through your head

Hey, I can apologize! He will forgive me, right? 

You stand up straight, expecting Ayato to glare at you.

Only to see a body stumbles in front of you and fall to the ground. His face was pale as paper. You scream and walk back. The sight of it scares you, but you can't help your sense of morality to help him.

"IS HE DEAD?!" You scrambled to him, grabbing his hand to check any pulse left. In the past, your school has given you some first aid lessons. It's time to practice your knowledge. You reached to the area on the side of his neck. You are relieved when you feel the weak pulse there. After calming yourself, you realize that the unconscious man was the one who mocked you before.

You feel someone's hand gently caressing your cheeks. You startled, whipping around your head to see Ayato looking at you worriedly. You felt relieved that he's not angry at you, but can't he sees the man being unconscious in the dirt? Sure, he is a jerk. Maybe he deserves it a bit. But he looks like he is on the verge of dying!

"T-Thank you for your concern Ay-- Lord Kamisato. But, um, the soldier, Shouldn't he get some treatment?" you asked hurriedly. Ayato squeezes your arms gently once again.

"Just call me Ayato, Dear creator." He said while longingly looking at you. He wanted your attention on him, but the man, who offended you oh so greatly, is diverting your attention from him.

Ayato glances at him. His eyes turn cold and emotionless. How dare this man belittle you, the great creator. How dare he mock you. It seems that the education instilled in them is still not working effectively. He needs to note that for his plan.

The samurais in the back are frozen stiff. They've seen how Lord Kamisato creates a bubble around the ninja's head, mercilessly drowning him, slowly and silently crushing it with water pressure whirling inside the bubble. They've seen the anger and fury gleaming in the head commission's eyes. They've seen it before, anger so primal but so concealed. They wouldn't have noticed if they'd never experienced it before.

Nobu walks forward intending to tell you what has happened. You need to know what happened. The leader, sensing one of his youngest member's intentions, grabs his shoulder harshly. Nobu jerked back, head whipped around to glare at him. The leader motions to Lord Kamisato, who is glancing at them. His eyes filled with hidden messages.

"You don't want the same cruel thing to happen to you right? Don't intervene."

The leader got that message clear. He wants to help you, but he is still powerless in front of the commissioner and his army. Lord Kamisato called you the creator, but to him, you are just a clueless person who doesn't know anything. He will make you one of the group, but now, he hopes your fate there will be lucky, even if his gut was telling him otherwise. If there's another chance to help you, he will repay this sin.

You are still waiting for Ayato's response. Quietly tugging his arms, you called out to him. Ayato's attention is back to you now. His eyes change forth between fury and adoration, which unsettles you. He looks at one of your hands on the unconscious soldier's head.

"No worries, My grace. He is a little bit exhausted from today's mission and hasn't been resting. I'm sure enough rest will make him better the next day." He lied smoothly. The ninja gets the messages and takes their friend back to their living quarters.

You stood up awkwardly. Ayato is still holding your arms. His eyes are still soft with adoration and another emotion you can't pinpoint.

"You can let me go, Lord Kamisato." Ayato looks partially hurt. "Just Ayato, Dear creator. Call me Ayato, like how you used to call me before coming here."

"But, I just met you! What do you mean how I used to call you?"

Ayato looked confused. It seems that something happened when you were transported here. Ayato once again invited you to come inside. You tried to deny it because you don't want to see or hear other people mocking you again. Ayato reassures you, but you still doubt it.

You looked back, but the samurai group was already nowhere to be seen. Your feel your hearts break a little. They don't care about you, huh? You have no other choice but to go with Ayato.

You glanced at him. His expression brightens when he realizes you're looking at him. His lips go full of smiles and his eyes crinkle with mirth.

Maybe, living here for a while is not so bad.

You are guided to the front door of the estate. The Zen garden stretched beautifully across the manner. The white sands look soft and fresh. The lanterns glow warmly in the dark.

You felt yourself relax a little. The guards salute in their Lord's presence. They can't help but notice another person who is tagging along with their Lord. They wanted to converse but their Lord send them a warning gaze while covering the mysterious person's face with his sleeve, resulting in him half hugging the figure to himself.

Ayato suddenly feels his heart thudding fast. Warmth spread all over his body and he feels so bashful. Who knows being this close to the creator feels so comforting. It's similar to the aura enveloping him when he's in the vessel mode but way more powerful.

You are clueless. When Ayato obscures your vision with his sleeve and hugs you, you feel flustered. He smells of wood and weirdly, milk? It is soothing, but still, you're flustered.

"Ayato?! What are you doing?" you squeak. Ayato looks even more bashful. His face flushed even redder. The guards look stunned. Is someone calling their lord on a first-name basis?

"A-Ah I see. it's some important guest to you. I'll call Thoma my lord." The guard rushes inside the manor. While Ayato, who now couldn't hold his desire anymore, decide to embrace you as a way to hide your face.

"Oi, Ayato. Is this necessary?!" You look up to him. Face red and flustered. Which led to Ayato feeling even more overwhelmed.

My creator is way too cute. How can I be calm?!

Trying to reason with himself. Ayato said, "Of course, we wouldn't want to see your face now, don't we? You don't want the same thing to happen again. Right, dear?"

Your confused expression is endearing, per se. One of his hands slowly caresses your cheeks. Both of your faces flushed red because of the situation. Ayato cups your cheeks. His smile is full of love.

"I'll explain everything to you later, dear. We need to find somewhere private--"

"Shall I prepare a special room My Lord?" an unfamiliar voice suddenly joins in. You and Ayato jolt in surprise. Ayato hides your face and you hug Ayato even tighter.

Thoma stood there looking awkward. Ayato is a little bit unhappy someone disturbs him, but he is also relieved that Thoma has arrived.

"Ah, Thoma. Prepare one of the most secluded rooms in the estate." It's a question with many meanings. But, with Ayato's flustered face and his wavering voice, its meaning took a big turn.

"Are you going to do that My Lord?" Thoma asked bashfully. You, who are frozen from meeting another cast of Genshin so quickly took alert at the question that Thoma gave.

"Do what???" Your question is left ignored. Ayato quickly replied. "Yes, Thoma. We will do 'that' private thing. So you all better don't disturb me for the rest of the night. You don't want to interrupt our... 'private' moments. Don't you?"

Thoma stood straight and almost saluted, which you think is funny. "O-Of course My lord! Er- Enjoy your time in intimate moments!" He stuttered.

You choke.

Intimate moments?! What is Ayato going to do with you?! You look at Ayato with a horrified expression. He looks panicked and quickly mouthed you "Trust me" before bridal carrying you through the halls and quickly ran to one of the rooms that has been recently prepared by the servants.

Ayato shuts the door and the servant quickly hurried away, afraid they'll disturb their lord.

Ayaka, whose just arrived at the scene walked to Thoma. She closes her fans. Eyes looking at the room his brother just went in.

"What happened Thoma, why do you look so pale?"

"His lord is doing someone,"

Ayako raises his eyebrows."You mean something?"

Thome is silent, looking at her with a serious expression.

"My apologies, Lady Ayaka. But did I stutter?"

"Oh my Excellency, The Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder!"

The gossip went wild that night.

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LMAO, PEOPLE THINKING AYATO GONNA EAT THEM CAKES

But in reality both of them just awkwardly conversing. Help them

Thoma : Ayato have someone special!

Ladies in Inazuma : Oh no!

Creator : [No clue] Oh My God, You have someone special? Why didn’t you tell me?

Ayato : [Groaning] How can someone be so endearingly stupid.

TAGLIST!! : @kazuhira07 @karmawonders @ello-its-me-ya-boi @emperatris-rinaka

You know what, I'm just gonna

*put these in front of you*

*walk away*

Wait what 😂

Hold on... 😬

This is all that went through my head this entire event

chachamaru 🕺💃

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!(𝐲/𝐧)

A/N : AAAAAAAA STREAMER!AYATO HAS BEEN A HUGE BRAINROT FOR ME AND IT SHOWS IN MY 3.4K HCS; MY LONGEST ONE YET 😭 actually will just sob over him in my eu alt bc i have him there and hHHHHHH HES SO <333333

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omg ayato as a streamer??

ayato as a streamer _(:з)∠)_

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PogU—

alright. so.

we all know ayato is a true gentleman, right?

right.

so obviously that means his community’s first impressions of him were good ones !! they all thought of him to be this gentle, kind man who enjoys chatting about anything and everything with an angelic smile and a melodious laugh

i mean, they’re not wrong, per se, but they only touched the surface that is Kamiyato

Kamiyato is live! Would you like some tea?

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it. 

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room. 

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him. 

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did. 

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything." 

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable. 

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?" 

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do." 

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts. 

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have. 

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles. 

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!" 

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you." 

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat. 

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment." 

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae. 

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey. 

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims. 

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever. 

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment. 

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe  *. ⋆  childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming." 

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed. 

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes. 

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up. 

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed. 

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot. 

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip. 

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug. 

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it. 

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe. 

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. 

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know." 

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know." 

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me." 

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know." 

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already. 

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc  *. ⋆  fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far. 

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility. 

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways." 

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —" 

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping." 

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?" 

an arrow pierces through his chest. 

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper. 

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down. 

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size? 

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind." 

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him. 

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to. 

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.  

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore. 

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms. 

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow. 

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew. 

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily. 

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight. 

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed." 

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor." 

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do." 

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share." 

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?" 

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half. 

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that. 

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest." 

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling. 

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off. 

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize. 

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it. 

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you. 

he's grateful he did. 

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion. 

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot." 

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years. 

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms. 

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten. 

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3

Jealous Ayato

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Warnings: gn reader, dom/top reader, sub/bottom ayato, masochistic ayato, degradation, spanking, choking

Word count: 979

Just imagine, Ayato teasing you as he works

"Accidentally" brushing up against your crotch when standing next to each other. "Accidentally" rubbing himself against you when walking past you. "Accidentally" grabbing your hand and rubbing it on his crotch--Okay, he isn't even trying to hide it anymore. And it doesn't get any better whenever the two of you are alone.

One time when Ayato was doing his paperwork and got horny again, he started off with the light and subtle touches like he always did. As always, they started to get more and more close to sensual and suggestive touches . It was then that you realized that something about him was...different.

While he was touching you or doing his work(which he was barely even doing), you noticed that his breathing was getting heavier or his face would get pretty red at sometimes. Whenever you would tease Ayato back, he would jump a bit as the blush on his face spread wider.

Now of course, you knew that something was up.

While you didn't know exactly what was going on, you could tell that Ayato was fidgety to to some form of pleasure. So like normal, you'll find out what's going. "Hey, Ayato, stand up real quick," you tell him. "I want to check something."

When he's standing, a confused look on his face, you suddenly grab his dick through his clothes, a loud yelp coming out of Ayato's mouth. Since you didn't feel anything there, you quickly felt up his ass, pushing your fingers towards his hole.

There it was! A buttplug!

Before Ayato could complain, you began pressing down harshly on the plug, causing him to let out a long whine as he grabbed onto your clothes. That's when you realized, Ayato had a small controller hidden inside his hand. So not only did he keep a buttplug inside of him, but a vibrating one and would turn it on from time to time.

Ayato was still clinging on to you as you kept prodding at the plug in his hole. Before he could speak up, you stopped touching him and told him to give you the remote he had in his hand. Being the natural brat he is, Ayato just smirked at you, asking what you would do if he refused. Pissed off, you grabbed his jaw harshly, forcing him to look at you. Ayato let out a needy moan at your behavior, causing you to roll your eyes

Asking once again in a not-so-kind tone, Ayato finally gave up the vibrator, his fidgeting motions coming back as he anticipated what was going to come next. You forcefully bend Ayato over his desk, earning a gasp from him. Quickly, you pull down his pants to reveal a purple plug inside of his ass.

"Now dear, I want you to count to 10 for me. Every slap counts as one. If you mess up I'll start over," you say, getting your hands ready. Ayato nods, shivering in anticipation. He loved being spanked. A little too much. But what he didn't know was that you weren't only planning on spanking him.

As Ayato prepared himself for your harsh blows, you turned on the vibrating plug in his ass to a high setting. Ayato's eyes widened as a string of moans left his mouth, not at all expecting the pleasure he was experiencing. While he was distracted, you planted a firm slap on his ass

*SMACK*

Ayato let out a loud, sultry moan as he felt the sharp pain on his ass, the vibrator only aiding his feelings of pleasure

But he didn't count.

"Ayato, dear, what did I say?"

"T-to--ahn! To count for every slap!", his words were interrupted by a moan from the plug still acting up inside of him.

"Okay then. Let's start all over again"

*SMACK*

Your hand cracked down on him again with no warning.

"O-one! Mhnn..."

"*SMACK*

"HyaaAHH! TwooO!"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"UnnNGH! OH--T-three! F-f-four, hahh,"

Ayato was beginning to lose his reasoning despite only being on his fouth spanking, but the spanking plus the vibrator in his ass were making his mind swirl with dangerous thoughts.

Every slap had his eyes crossing, a little drool coming out of his mouth as he couldn't keep his lewd mout shut. The slaps had him convulsing everytime; he felt like his nerves were on fire!

*SMACK*

That was the last spanking that Ayato could take

"O-OHH♡♡ HAHHNGH♡ Y-Y/N! CUMMING♡"

Ayato came with a loud cry, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rutted against the table, milking every last bit of cum out of his useless dick

You just stand there, looking at Ayato with disappointment and disgust as he continued to whine as he rides out his orgasm

When he finally quiets down, he makes a feeble attempt at an apology but is quickly cut off by you grabbing him by the throat. You pull him up pressing your chest against his back. Ayato grabs at your hands because of the pressure on his throat, only causing you to tighten your grip.

"You know, Ayato. You just made me really angry. You came while I was punishing you? I never took you for such an eager whore." Ayato let out a choked whine at your words and your unforgiving grip on his throat. His eyes began to roll back into his head as black spots began dancing in front of his eyes, a small grin forming on his face.

"Look at you dear. You're even smiling, like the masochist you are. Don't worry though, I love playing with little sluts like you." Ayato finds himself cumming again from your name-calling and the crushing feeling on his throat. Ayato couldn't even think properly! All he knew that he belonged to you, and was your masochistic whore that loves any kind of pleasure or pain you make him feel♡

Sleepy Cuddles Part 2

Part 1 here!

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Notes: Decided to do a continuation since everyone loved the last one. Enjoy~

Characters: Aether, Ayato, Capitano, Dainsleif, Pantalone, Dottore

Aether

He loves to cuddle!

Prefers to be the little spoon, but if you insist, he’ll let you be the little spoon instead.

He sometimes loves to go cloud gazing with you and cuddle with you while you cloud gaze together.

Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, when he gets really lonely, and the burden of his journey through the Seven Nations weighs heavy on him, he just needs you to cuddle with him for a bit.

Sometimes, he’ll let you take his hair out of its braid and style it however you want to.

His personal favorite is if you can do multiple braids at once.

I swear his love language is physical touch and acts of service, even though he hates doing everything for everyone else, he doesn’t mind if it’s you he’s doing it for.

Ayato

He won't admit it, but he likes to cuddle with you after a long day of work.

He's a big spoon and no, I won't take criticism on this, although another position he absolutely loves is when he's on his back and has you asleep on his chest.

This way, if there are any other matters he needs to attend to, such as last minute document checks, he can still do that and hold you at the same time.

Ayato's love language is acts of service for the sole reason that it's been ingrained in his mind that he has to work in order to gain the approval of others.

He must admit, though, he does love it whenever you drowsily walk into his office at the ungodly hour of one in the morning, sleepily plop yourself down on his lap, and wrap yourself around him as you fall asleep.

He loves to have you run your fingers through his hair, it's one of the only things that puts him to sleep quickly.

For a while, it was a cause for concern, since it made him feel so relaxed so quickly when he felt the need to be on constant alert, but eventually, he just went with it, and goes to you whenever he needs to truly relax after a long day of signing papers and approving documents.

Capitano

He rarely has the time to spend with you in the first place, but if he could spend it one way, it would be with you in his arms or, on very rare occasions, him in yours.

It's not uncommon for him to go to you if he's just gotten back from a mission and pick you up before carrying you off to the bedroom to hold you.

His love language is gifting you things and physical touch, since he lacks in his ability to give verbal compliments, he shows his love through gifts and small gestures.

However, the most genuine show of trust and love he can give is letting you take off his helmet and see his face.

There are nights where he needs to hold you because he had a nightmare about you getting injured, whereas there are others where he wants to be the one laying on top of you as you hold him close to you.

Another one with sensitive scalp that loves head massages. He’ll lay his head on your lap and let you run your fingers through his hair while you talk about your day or he about his.

He also loves to cuddle after a long day of work, laying his head against your chest to hear your pulse as it lulls him to sleep.

Dainsleif

He usually only shows such vulnerability in the comfort of your home.

it's not that Dain's love language isn't physical touch, because it most certainly is, he just worries for your safety in public if others associate you with him and vice versa.

Which is exactly why he picks you up when you two finally arrive home for the day and sits on the couch with you on his lap.

He loves spooning, he's a big spoon, but he can't deny the comfort that you laying on top of him brings. It helps ground him if he's having a particularly stressful day, and it also helps him calm down as he basks in the wonder that is you.

He won't admit it, but he loves holding your hands whenever he cuddles with you.

He usually does whatever you're comfortable with, though. He tends to put you first.

Pantalone

He likes to be on his side and have you be the little spoon.

Being a Harbinger gets stressful, and cuddles with you seem to be the best type of remedy for that stress.

His love language is obviously gift giving, but he also loves words of affirmation, too.

He’ll lay down with you and whisper words of comfort in your ear as the two of you fall asleep on each other.

He loves laying his head on your lap, being able to look up at you as he talks about his day or whatever you two want to talk about.

This is the only time he takes off his glasses, since he can’t see very well without them, and since he trusts you to tell him if anyone tries to bother the two of you.

As much as he trusts you, you can trust him. He cares about you, and if the only way he can show it is through the way he holds you, then he will hold you until you know how much he cherishes having you in his life.

Dottore

He doesn’t usually have the time to visit you for cuddles.

However, that’s not to say that you don’t have the time to visit him in his office.

His favorite position is when you’re sitting in his lap, so he can still work and show you affection at the same time.

He’ll have an arm draped over your waist and he’ll be leaning over you as he fills out paperwork.

Dottore won’t get up as long as you’re on his lap, unless there are experiments that need his attention and his segments are busy.

His love language is physical touch since he never really knows what you like or what to do for you. You’re the only person he doesn’t know how to properly read.

Although he may seem cold and heartless to others, he has a softer side he saves for you alone, and it shows in the way he holds your hand and his smile is more genuine as he works.