I FOUGHT THE BOSS!! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE HELP! So, The Team I Used Was Trailblazer Destruction, March,

I FOUGHT THE BOSS!! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE HELP! So, the team I used was trailblazer destruction, march, seele and natasha♡.

At first, I killed the Dan Shi boss lady, but then the anti matter legion slapped me in the face. So I prepped up better and I killed it!

Thank you guys so much~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

BLADIE IS HEREER, on my eu account I'm saving for kafka (my pity 20, got 40 tickets and guaranteed) and as for blade...he's not guaranteed and I'm at 36 pity with no tickets T^T.

Butt, backup plan= if u don't get him, I'll be able to get Bibilu ( Dan hengs long ass dragon name, which I shortened into a nickname)

What are your guy's plans? Who's pulling for bladie and who has more than one account over Equilibrium lvl 45?

Bc I do, ehe

THINKING ABOUT HOW...

Whenever you lay on TIGHNARI'S lap, his tail always seems to end up resting over your neck. It smells good from all the oils he lathers on it, and it keeps you warm. He likes when you card your fingers through his fur, it's calming, and whenever you stop he immediately knows the battle to keep your eyes open was lost to slumber. More often then not, you'll wake up to his tail tickling your chin or just straight up smacking you in the face. Sometimes it's intentional, but it's more like a pillow being thrown in your face.

KAZUHA would always be prepared if you ever experienced sea sickness in his travels, teyvat's equivalent of ginger ale and crackers quite literally on deck. He'll hold your hair back if you ever throw up and brew you herbal teas to drive the nausea away. He'll also rub comforting circles on your stomach if you give him permission, kissing away the pain and reassuring that you'll reach land soon.

If you're insistent enough, CYNO would let you play in his hair. His job is quite stressful, so feeling your fingers glide through his hair would literally put him to sleep most times. He might leave a braid or two you made in his hair and play with it whenever he thinks about you. He'll also show it off to Tighnari.

XIAO can't help but hide his face whenever you trace the markings on his arm or stomach (it's canon idc). He questions why you find the act so amusing and when you pull away he instinctively pulls your hand back, then becomes all bashful when he realized what he did. Is quick to urge you to continue and say "W-Why you'd stop? I never said I was against it..." Or something along those lines.

The Aranaras are always dancing around WANDERER no matter the occasion. They're always on his heel and you often spot him running away from a group of them, "Quit following me!" Leaving his lips. It's hilarious. He'll invite you for some tea and one of them would be perched on his head with that dopey smile :] He's exhausted, but he's secretly fond of them, especially the one you said looked similar to him (the blue one with the pretty hat), though he'll never admit it.

𓋜 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. ꒱ 𖥔 ° . *

That Time I got Boba Boarded by the Yashiro Commissioner (Ayato x reader)

An Ayato x reader enemies to lovers smut oneshot

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: As a prominent figure in Inazuma, Kamisato Ayato has lived through many assassination attempts. When yours fails miserably and you end up being captured, your interrogation ends far differently from the previous ones Ayato had conducted.

Warnings: MINORS PLEASE DNI AS THIS IS A SMUT!!

Tags include: gratuitous smut, sex toys, bondage/mild BDSM, voyeurism, master/servant dynamics, use of boba during sex (hehe)

You were just waking up from a really, really good nap. As a matter of fact, you felt like it might have been the best sleep of your life. You groaned as you began to stretch out your limbs, only to realize that they were somehow restricted. You opened your eyes – but all you could see were faint specks of light through the weave of a dark fabric that covered them. Twisting your body slightly, you realized you were tied to a chair, your wrists and ankles bound to the furniture by some sort of rope.

“You’re finally awake…good.”

A voice echoed through the room, and although you couldn’t tell which direction it came from, you could immediately tell who it was.

The damn Yashiro commissioner, Kamisato Ayato.

“W-where have you taken me?” You shouted, your voice hoarse from disuse while being unconscious.

“Oh, my.” He mused, and the sound of footsteps scuffling across the ground told you he was approaching where you were sitting blindfolded and tied up. “You seem to misunderstand that you’re not in the position to be asking questions here.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized where exactly you had found yourself – tied up, in an unknown location, at the mercy of the man you had been sent to kill.

~~~

Thinking back, you cursed the ones who sent you on such an absurd mission.

‘This will be easy.’

‘Look for the white robes and the blue hair.’

‘Reel him in, and go for the kill.’

You had been sent to assassinate one of the most prominent figures in Inazuma. They didn’t care how you did it – they just knew you were particularly effective amongst young men. With what little information you had been given and what was public knowledge about the Yashiro Commissioner, you went into this mission confidently…too confidently.

Most of the Commissioners, while intelligent, had little fighting prowess; you didn’t anticipate that the Yashiro Commissioner actually had the strength to back up his title. Usually the people you were tasked with sending to the devil were weak, stupid, or both. You could easily cozy up to them, flirt with them, then take their life before they could even realize what you were doing. Thus, the last thing you expected was to be outsmarted at your own game… 

~~~

“Here’s how things are going to work.” Kamisato Ayato spoke curtly, his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re going to tell me who sent you, and I’ll see if I’m in a forgiving mood. If your information proves useful enough, I’ll be merciful and hand you over to the Tenryou Commission for punishment.”

A shiver went down your spine. Was the Tenryou Commission seen as merciful? You knew if you were handed over to them with the crime you were caught trying to commit, you would never see the light of day again.

“W-wait, I-”

“I’m going to ask you a question.” Ayato cuts you off, unwilling to let you contest anything. However, he paused and you heard a slurping sound…it sounded like he was drinking something through a straw. You tilted your head, confused why he would be taking a break from an interrogation to drink.

The slurping ended, and Ayato let out a sigh before finally continuing.

“Who do you work for?”

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered, trying to answer as quickly as you could. “I just get sent the request through a third party and then I pick up the payment from a random location when I’m done but I don’t even do this a lot I just go for young men who are easy to seduce- ”

“Oh?” Ayato cut you off, and you could feel something press against the underside of your chin. He was using one hand to tilt your head upwards to face him, although all you could see through the blindfold was a shadow. “So you make a habit out of killing the men you fuck?”

“N-no, I mean…” You trailed off, realizing the Yashiro Commissioner was right. You’ve never slept with someone who you hadn’t later killed. And although you couldn’t see it, Ayato was smirking.

You heard a low rumble come from him – was he…laughing? Little did you know, your reaction to his question told him everything. Ayato was laughing at how pathetic you really were. You weren’t a sword for hire, you were a whore with a blade.

Ayato’s demeanor immediately became serious again.

“You’re going to tell me the names of everyone you work with.” He continued to question you.

“I-I don’t know any names-”

The finger on your chin transformed into a painfully tight grip as Ayato grabbed your jaw with one hand and tilted your head up until you were facing the ceiling. You tried to wrench your head away, but he was simply too strong. Your entire body was shocked as you felt something ice-cold pour over your face and down your nose, forcing you to cough and sputter as you tasted something sweet and syrupy in the back of your throat.

Ayato’s hand moved again, wrenching your mouth open to force whatever sweet drink this was down your throat. That was when you could feel soft pillowy pearls in your mouth, and you realized the Yashiro Commissioner was drinking fucking boba.

You sputtered and coughed as you choked on his drink, unable to close your mouth as you writhed beneath his iron grip. Ayato began to smile as he watched you choke on the boba pearls; Despite what he would say to anyone witnessing such an act, he appeared to be getting personal pleasure from this.

Even after he finished pouring the sweet drink all over your face, you continued to choke on the boba pearls. You tried to swallow them while simultaneously trying to get the milk tea out of your nose. Shuddering, you finally were able to breathe and speak properly.

“Fuck you, Kamisato Ayato!”

The blue-haired Yashiro Commissioner merely smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” Ayato quipped, and your eyes went wide beneath the blindfold.

Despite the situation, you somehow began to feel turned on. There was a heat that grew between your legs, and you wished your knees weren’t tied apart like this so you could at least rub your thighs together. It was strangely hot being tied up and blindfolded like this by one of Inazuma’s hottest men.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” You growled, ignoring the desire that began to build in your stomach.

“You’ve already failed once.” Ayato mused, “What makes you think you’ll ever succeed?”

You could feel a finger trail its way from your chin to down your neck and your sternum. It brushed across your chest, landing on one nipple. You let out an audible gasp as you realized nothing was between the finger and your sensitive skin.

“Where are my clothes?!” You exclaimed, alarmed yet somehow even more turned on. You felt the finger on your nipple turn into a painful pinch as Ayato rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ngh~!” Your pained whine came out far too much like a moan.

While the first hand was fixated on one breast, a second one came to land at the center of your stomach. It began to trail lower and lower, reaching your sensitive nether region, one finger running between your lips and picking up some of the slick that had started to pool between your thighs. Your cunt clenched at the realization you were wearing nothing down there either, and your drooling pussy had been on display for Ayato this whole time.

“Just as I expected.” Ayato chuckled. “You really are more like a whore for hire than an assassin. So turned on, and all I did was tie you up for questioning.”

Ayato’s wet fingers reached your mouth, and you didn’t bother to fight back. You willingly accepted his fingers as they pushed past your lips, and you swirled your tongue around them. The taste of the salty musk of your arousal mixed with traces of the sweet milky tea from the boba he had just poured into your mouth, making it feel like you were eating a dessert rather than eating your own cum.

When he finally withdrew his fingers from your mouth, you were out of breath. You panted as you tried to calm down the arousal that was making your pussy drool like nothing else.

“As much as I would like to play with you some more, I still have questions that need answering.” Ayato spoke sternly. Both hands left your body, and you had to suppress the whine of protest that threatened to escape your lips. “Although, I believe we can still have some fun while getting answers from you.”

“Huh?” You asked, confused and nervous about what he was saying. Interrogation usually meant torture. Was he really going to torture you and enjoy it?

That was when you felt something cold and smooth press against your lower lips. The arousal that had gathered there allowed it to slip into you easily, slowly parting your tender lips and entering your folds.

You let out a whine, attempting to push your hips towards whatever it was, but you seemed to be tied up in such a way that your entire body had little to no freedom to move.

As Ayato pushed the small ceramic egg into you, he watched as you writhed with pleasure. He smirked – once the egg was all the way inside of you, he pressed a button on a remote control and the egg began to vibrate loudly.

“Aaah~!” You moaned, your cunt clenching around the egg. It was wide enough to stretch you a little, but not long enough to completely fill you, leaving your entrance quivering and wanting more.

Then, you were surprised again as a blue glow began to fill the room. You could barely see it through your blindfold, so you knew something was coming, but you were still completely caught off guard as you felt something warm, wet, and slippery slide across your breasts.

“Wh-what is that?!” You whined, your voice shaking.

“It’s some technology from Fontaine. A vibrating egg that can be controlled remotely.” Ayato explained bluntly. You could feel the slimy tendrils slip around one breast, squeezing and pulling at one nipple. 

“N-no, what’s that?” You panted, beginning to feel far too turned on for your own good.

“Ah.” Ayato nodded, although you couldn’t see it. “Some people have been granted elemental visions. Mine, as you surely know, grants me the gift of Hydro.”

Ayato paused, and you could feel a second tendril tighten around your other breast.

“And as I am certain you know, the power of water is its ability to take any shape.”

You gasped as you felt a third one slide down your lower stomach, reaching your clit. It tightened around your sensitive nib, rubbing and pulling at it, forcing gasps and moans out of you. 

Knowing this was completely controlled by Ayato was almost enough to make you orgasm on the spot. The pressure was building and building, and your growing moans and quivering entrance told Ayato exactly what was happening.

The tendrils rubbing at your clit and nipples combined with the vibration deep within your pussy was far too much, sending you on a straight path over the edge of an orgasm, but Ayato didn’t want that.

Just as you thought you might finally cum, all movement stopped. The egg no longer vibrated and the Hydro tentacles fell so still you thought they must not even be there anymore. Your encroaching climax immediately faded away, your body shuddering at the loss of orgasm.

“No!” You exclaimed, struggling against your binds. “Why did you stop?”

“I want names.” Ayato spoke coldly.

“I-I told you, I don’t know anyone’s names! They keep me in the dark about that kind of stuff!”

“You’re going to give me names. Details. Descriptions.” Ayato continued. With a click, the egg came roaring back to life, the vibrations far stronger than before. The tendrils of Hydro snapped around your nipples and clit, pulling and dragging fiercely against your sensitive buds.

A scream left your lips – too fast, too fast.

Your climax returned faster than ever, building and building until-

As fast as the motions had started, they fell still once again. You let out a cry as once again, an orgasm was cruelly stolen from you.

“Please, please I’ll tell you everything!” You blubbered, straining against the binds that tied you to the chair.

“Go on.” Ayato spoke flatly.

“T-they send me a letter to my house with a request and the bounty value. Once I’m done, and word gets out that the target is dead, they send me a second one with a location where I’ll find the payment. It’s a different place each time, but I remember all of them so I can show you-”

“Not good enough.” Ayato cut you off. With a click, everything sprung to life again, just as aggressively as before.

Once again, you let out a shrill scream. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your orgasm approached even faster this time.

And once again, right at the precipice, your climax was stolen from you as everything fell still.

“No, no, no!” You cried, tears beginning to run down your face at the third orgasm stolen from you. 

You were desperate for pleasure. You were desperate to be filled, to be fucked, to be bred. This was unbearable. You wished Ayato would just fuck you. Abuse you with his dick. Use you. Even if you were just going to be discarded afterwards, you craved him so badly. 

“Tell me everything.” Ayato spoke lowly, eyeing the wetness that dripped from your blindfold.

“Please, Master Ayato I want your cock-”

A sharp strike across your face stunned you – but also turned you on. Your pussy clenched around the egg, although the device from Fontaine wasn’t moving anymore.

Ayato had slapped you, and it only turned you on even more.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” Ayato spoke coolly. “But if that’s really all you have left to say, you have to beg.”

You didn’t have any time to respond – the egg sprung back to life on full blast, the tendrils of Hydro tightening around your clit and nipples once again. You wailed, feeling your orgasm build and build once again, knowing it would all be rudely taken from you again.

Mere seconds later, everything slowed to a crawl. The egg was barely vibrating, and the Hydro tentacles massaged you delicately. You whined at the reduction in motion, but this was better than a complete loss of pleasure.

“I said beg.” Another sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality.

“M-master Ayato, I swear I’ll be good. I’ll please you so good. Just give me your cock, I want it so bad. I need it so bad.” You squirmed in your seat, blubbering, fat tears rolling down your face.

“Then prove it.”

With a sharp yank, your chair was tipped forward, until it reached an angle where your head was surely at waist-height. You didn’t know who was holding the chair – Ayato, the Hydro tentacles, or someone else – all thoughts left your body as the warm and soft tip of Ayato’s dick was pressed against your lips.

You opened your mouth, welcoming him in, and Ayato buried himself until your nose was pressed against the hair of his lower stomach. Your throat convulsed as you choked around his cock, the tip pressing painfully against the back of your throat. You began to shed tears as your throat constricted around his girth, unable to escape as Ayato dug both hands into your hair to keep your head pressed firmly at the base of his length.

Ayato savored the choking noises you were making; he loved the way your throat bulged as it took in all of him. He reached over and pulled your blindfold off, wanting to see the tears you would cry when he fucked your throat.

You blinked as the room suddenly became far too bright, your senses flooded as you glanced upwards to see a wall of toned stomach. At the top, the Yashiro Commissioner smirked down at you, his gaze almost sadistic.

Ayato finally began to move, setting a brutal pace. You wailed as your throat was abused over and over, but he didn’t seem to care at all as you choked and gagged painfully. Tears began to roll down your cheeks that you couldn’t help. Amidst his punishing thrusts, you glanced upwards again, realizing that Ayato was now grinning down at you. He was reveling in your pain. 

And why did that only turn you on even more?

Your pussy clenched around the softly buzzing egg, and you realized you might actually finally orgasm from this.

Your cries began to turn into moans, mixing with your choking and gagging that reverberated against Ayato’s cock, seeming to milk his climax from him.

You were so close, so close to orgasm when Ayato pulled himself out of your mouth. You paused, wondering why he stopped so suddenly, when hot and sticky ropes of cum sprayed over your face and chest. You blinked, some of the cum managing to land in your eyelashes, then looked down to see your chest coated in white. That was when you realized your binds weren’t normal ropes or chains… They were neatly tied red ropes that cut across your body in seductive patterns, and you realized Ayato had tied you up in shibari from the beginning.

You looked up, seeing a drop of cum fall from the blushing tip of Ayato’s cock, staring at the beautiful colors and curves of his throbbing member.

All of these thoughts distracted you from your orgasm that ebbed away, and you realized a fifth one had been stolen from you. This was beginning to drive you insane. 

“Master Ayato-” Your whines were cut short as you watched a glowing translucent tentacle slip down your stomach towards your drooling cunt. It pressed into you, exploring your sensitive walls, wrapping around and withdrawing the egg that was now completely dripping with your own wetness.

As soon as the egg was removed, Ayato’s hands worked quickly, uprighting the chair and changing the binds around your hips to slide them forwards towards the edge of the chair. 

Once this was finished, he immediately lined up his cock with your entrance and buried himself inside you with no hesitation. Your pussy took him in readily thanks to the endless teasing it had received over the past hour. Still, the sudden intrusion stretched you, balancing a fine line between pleasure and pain. You felt so filled up, so stretched, your eyes rolled back in your head as you moaned.

“Ahhhhnn, so good~!” You cried, even though Ayato hadn’t started moving yet. You looked up at the Yashiro Commissioner’s face and saw a smirk begin to grow.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You sure love being treated like this.” Ayato grinned menacingly, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be fucked.

His thrusts started out even harder than before – that was when you realized he had been holding back when fucking your throat. His hips snapped against your ass, giving no thought or care that he was going to leave bruises. You wanted to arch your back, spread your legs, give him greater access to your core, but these bindings left you fixed where you sat. Yet somehow, the concept of being tied down in one place only turned you on further, your wetness making squelching noises as he pummelled into you over and over. He didn’t seem to care at all that he was shaking you so violently with each thrust that the chair was already beginning to bruise your skin where you made the most contact with it – your back, shoulders, and the plush of your ass.

Your moans came out garbled, unable to make words as Ayato fucked you silly. He didn’t seem to show any sign of stopping as you were sent careening over the edge of an orgasm, screaming as your cunt clenched around his cock. Despite how much you were squeezing him, Ayato continued, intending to fuck you through all of your orgasms until he was done with you. You had finally reached your release, but the way Ayato continued to move told you that this was nowhere near finished. 

He enjoyed being slightly sadistic – he enjoyed teasing and hurting his partner until they couldn’t distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore – but that was nothing compared to what he was experiencing with you. He had never had someone who tried to kill him reduced to the point where they were begging him to fuck them. He wanted to ruin you, to watch you become a slave to his cock.

So now he intended to fuck you until he couldn’t continue anymore.

Ayato could feel another orgasm building up just thinking about how much you had begged for this – his thrusts, however, remained just the same as before, intending to punish you with his rhythm. When Ayato knew his orgasm couldn’t be held back anymore, he pulled out of you, painting your chest and stomach with ropes of white. 

You whined at the lack of sensation, your pussy convulsing around nothing. Ayato stared down at it in amusement. The sight of your quivering and dripping cunt alone was enough to make him hard again. He lined back up at your entrance, burying himself inside of you once again.

“Please, ‘s too much…” You murmured, your eyes unfocused from being so overwhelmed by pleasure.

“You asked for this. You begged for this, remember?” Ayato spoke coldly, smirking, beginning his brutal thrusts again.

“Ngh, anh~!” Your mouth fell open, drool beginning to drip from it as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Too good, too good…”

Ayato continued his pace, reveling in the way he was making you fall apart at the seams. The noises his cock made as it pummeled into you filled the room, the squelching and slapping sounds reverberating against the walls.

“Waka, I brought the four orders of boba you reque-” The door stopped halfway open, Ayato’s blonde assistant pausing as he witnessed the scene before him.

Ayato’s interrogations were usually either boring or spectacularly violent. They never were anything like this… He stared at his boss who was balls deep in the poor naked assassin who he had caught red-handed. Ayato’s thrusts had fallen still, and you began to blink back to life, realizing that someone had walked into the room.

“Ah, thank you Thoma, you can set it over there.” Ayato raised one hand to point at the table on the other side of the room, speaking perfectly calmly despite being balls deep in the cunt of someone tied up in shibari and covered in cum.

“Yes, sir.” Thoma walked over and set the servings of boba down on the table.

You finally had the wits about you to speak up. 

“What the fuck!?” You exclaimed, staring at the male assistant who seemed to be doing his best to ignore the scene he had walked into.

“On second thought, Thoma, bring me a cup.” Ayato spoke, holding one hand out as he ordered his retainer around.

“Yes, sir.” Thoma picked up one of the boba, handing it to the Yashiro Commissioner.

You watched in both awe and disgust as Ayato ripped open the top with his teeth. He grabbed your jaw with one hand and poured the boba all over your face with the other.

You choked and sputtered as the sweet liquid bombarded you once again, but couldn’t do much to resist as Ayato wrenched your mouth open to pour it down your throat.

This time, thankfully, you knew to hold your breath. However, you weren’t prepared to feel his soft and warm lips latch onto yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, scooping up the sweet boba pearls.

“Mmmh!” Your eyes went wide as you made a noise that bordered between protest and pleasure.

Ayato withdrew from the kiss, and you looked up to see him chewing on the boba that had just been in your mouth moments prior. He stared down at you, the milky tea running down your shoulders and torso, mixing with the cum from his previous releases.

“Hm.” He smirked, beginning to move his hips again to rut into your overused pussy.

“Aahn~” you moaned, your eyes going wide from the excessive stimulation.

“Uhm,” poor Thoma spoke up as he shifted in place, “I’ll take my leave now.”

“No.” Ayato responded sharply, his thrusts remaining just as quick and hard as he gave orders to his assistant. “You can watch.”

“Y-yes sir.” Thoma responded, his face turning pink.

You glanced over at the blonde assistant, your vision bouncing from how hard Ayato was shaking you with his thrusts. You gazes met for a moment, and his blush deepened. That was when your eyes shifted downwards to see a very obvious bulge in his pants.

Your eyes lingered for a moment too long, and Ayato wouldn’t let that slide. You felt fingers close around your neck, cutting off your supply of air.

“Look at me.” Ayato commanded, and you shifted to stare at his smug face through half-lidded eyes. 

The lack of air supply somehow elevated your pleasure even more, your walls clenching tighter around his cock. Your eyes began to roll back in your head, your vision unfocusing as you tried your best to continue staring up at Ayato.

“Yes…good.” Ayato grunted as the lack of air sent stars into your vision.

It was too much…the relentless abuse of your cunt, the second pair of eyes fixed on your sex, the lack of air…you went careening over the edge of your climax as you convulsed around Ayato. He continued thrusting, prolonging your orgasm, your vision finally going dark as you passed out. 

Thoma watched you go limp, worried for a moment that Ayato had simply choked you to death. However, Ayato quickly pulled out of you, releasing his grip on your neck as he let his climax spray over you in thick spurts. Thoma watched your chest rise and fall steadily with each breath, relieved that you were actually alive.

The Yashiro Commissioner walked over calmly, picking up a small towel and wiping himself clean. He put his pants and coat back on, checking his gloves before slipping them on as well. Thoma stared at his master, watching in awe as he effortlessly made himself look as if nothing lewd had ever happened.

“Nghh…” you groaned, finally coming back to your senses. Your eyes blinked open as you realized that everything that just happened wasn’t some insane dream.

“I’d like to make you an offer.” Ayato spoke up calmly. “Come work for me, and I’ll pay you double what you receive for murder.” 

You gawked. You were sitting in front of him, naked and tied to a chair, having just been fucked out of your mind. How could Ayato be thinking about work? You simply stared at the blue-haired Commissioner.

“You can respond when you’re ready.” Ayato continued as he turned and walked towards the door. “I have a meeting to attend. Thoma, clean up our guest.”

Guest…? Weren’t you only just being interrogated hours prior?

“Yes, sir.” Thoma responded.

As Ayato reached the door, he turned around and took one last glance at you. Your skin was shiny with dried milk tea, sweat, and cum. Your pussy was swollen and gaping, strings of your cum dripping from your abused entrance onto the chair and the floor below you. Your cheeks were rosy and eyes hazy from the volumes of pleasure he had just put you through. Ayato thought you were beautiful like this. Your leaking entrance seemed like it was calling to him, begging for more punishment from his cock, but Ayato couldn’t indulge himself any longer – he couldn’t be late to this meeting.

As Ayato finally left the room, Thoma rushed towards you and began to work on the knots that bound you to the chair. You glanced down at his pants as you watched him work, noticing that he was just as hard as before.

Finally, the ropes had loosened enough and your exhausted body slumped forward onto Thoma.

“Easy, there.” Thoma murmured, carefully catching your limp body. He didn’t seem to care that his clothes were getting stained with the tea and cum that coated your skin. You felt your leg brush against his stiff member, making Thoma freeze for a second.

“Ngh… I’m sorry…” you murmured.

“N-no, it’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Thoma responded calmly.

“Do you… want me to help… you with it?” You spoke. Thoma leaned back to meet your gaze, his green eyes staring into yours as he immediately knew what you were talking about. You had just been overstimulated until you passed out… And you’re already offering to help get Thoma off? The blonde assistant began to understand why Ayato had made you such an incredible offer.

“L-let’s get you cleaned up first.”

~Two Days Later~

You were resting in the plush sheets of a large bed. You had been allowed to stay in a spacious yet modestly decorated bedroom in the Kamisato estate. What little furnishings the room did have, however, were exquisite. You had no idea how you went from criminal to guest, but the events that led you to this point had left you craving the Yashiro Commissioner. In the past two nights, you had woken up sweaty and out of breath from some sort of lewd dream, your underwear ruined from the dirty thoughts that ran wild in your head.

Of course, after only one night, you gave Ayato your response. You were more eager than anything to work for him. Working for him would mean being around him more, giving you more chances to feel his cock fill you, to have him fuck you until you cried, to have him choke you through your orgasm…

A soft knock on the door stirred you from your thoughts.

“It’s Thoma, may I come in?”

“Y-yes!” You responded, sitting up in bed. The door slowly opened to show the blonde wearing a black-and-white ruffled maid uniform. Your mouth dropped open, realizing this was a stark difference compared to the red jacket and pants you had last seen him in.

“I brought your uniform…” Thoma walked towards the bed, setting a large but lightweight box in front of you. A hint of pink dusted his cheeks as he noticed your reaction to what he was wearing.

You glanced down at the box, slowly lifting the lid to see a similar ruffled dress folded neatly inside.

“Is this… what all the Kamisato servants wear?” You questioned, staring down at the contents of the box. A dress, a headband, and… a garter?

“No, definitely not.” Thoma responded, waving his hands in front of him. “It’s just for Ayato’s…personal staff. You only wear this inside the estate, and change into your own clothes when you go outside for anything.”

“I…see.” You began to feel turned on merely by the thought of wearing this sort of outfit in front of Ayato.

“Oh, and one other thing.” Thoma cut in. “No underwear allowed.”

Your eyes widened as you watched Thoma lift the hem of his dress. He raised it just enough to see his upper thigh, where a small box with a tiny button was taped to the soft skin. A thin wire trailed from the box and up his inner thigh, and you immediately knew where it was going. As Thoma dropped the hem of his dress and you met his gaze, you couldn’t help the smile that began to grow on your face.

You were glad your plan to kill the Yashiro Commissioner went so wrong.

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Strawberry Cheesecake – Tartaglia/Childe x gn!reader

A/N: Just a little something I wrote for my favorite ginger’s birthday. Hope you enjoy! <3 This fic contains spoilers for Childe’s real name, in case you don’t know about that yet. Pls don't let this flop.

Childe woke up when a particularly bright sun beam fell on his face, successfully dazzling him even with his eyes closed. For a brief moment, he considered burying his face in his pillow and trying to get back to sleep and the peaceful dream he had had about his snow-covered homeland but he was way too lazy to move. Instead, he threw his arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight, only to jolt up just a few seconds later. 

Sunlight?! What time was it?

He rubbed his eyes before squinting at the clock on the bedside table. Almost 10 am. 

“What the…” Childe couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in. Usually, he got up quite early and on some days, he even was out and about before sunrise. Not that it hadn’t been nice to get a few more hours of sleep but it still was strange that he hadn’t woken up earlier. 

With a yawn, he stretched his back; then he crawled out of bed and plodded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. From the kitchen, he could hear you humming the song that had been stuck in your head over the past few days, followed by the clattering of crockery and cutlery as well as a muffled curse. Whatever you were doing, it wasn’t going too well, Childe assumed. Maybe he should check on you, just in case.

With that thought in mind, he made his way to the kitchen. On first glance, everything looked fine, aside from the pile of dirty dishes in the sink that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday when he had gone to bed. But who cared about dirty dishes anyway when you were there right in front of him, wearing one of his shirts over your dark sweatpants? 

“Morning,” he finally said. 

“Good morning, starshine,” you greeted him, a beaming smile spreading on your face as you rushed to his side to press a kiss to his cheek. He looked back at you, ocean colored eyes still full of sleep. “Hey there.” 

Mornings with him had always been your favorite time of the day. In these moments, he had nothing in common with the fierce and dauntless warrior so many people feared. He wasn’t the charming and seemingly carefree diplomat either. In moments like this, he was just Ajax, a young man with messy, ginger hair sticking out into all possible and impossible directions, not fully awake yet and immeasurably adorable for this very reason.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying to stifle a yawn – without much success. With a soft laugh, you turned around to face him. “Because it’s your birthday, silly. And because you clearly needed some rest.”

He blinked, dumbfounded. “Oh.”

“Don’t tell me you have forgotten your own birthday.”

“I think that might be the case.”

“Oh Ajax,” you laughed, kissing him again. Sometimes he was just too cute to handle. 

“So…” he said when you pulled away, peeking over your shoulder at the kitchen counters where you had piled up a kitchen scale, various bowls, cups and even two baking pans, one of them containing something that vaguely resembled a cheesecake. A slightly burnt cheesecake, just to be precise. “Is my birthday the reason you decided to turn our kitchen into a mess?”

With a pout that couldn’t quite hide the sheepish smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, you poked his chest. “Don’t be mean. I was trying to prepare a cake for you.”

“It seems like you weren’t particularly successful with that.”

You sighed. “I got distracted and forgot to take it out of the oven. But I think it’s still edible.”

“Even if it were poisonous, I’d still try it,” Childe reassured you with that soft, genuine smile that never failed to make you weak in the knees. “I wouldn’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate your efforts, sweetheart.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re awfully sweet today.”

“My charm just comes naturally, I guess,” he replied, his smile slowly turning into a grin as you rolled your eyes. “I take it back. You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me.”

“Of course I do,” you said and pecked his lips before you released him from your hug and started to shove him out of the kitchen. “Give me a few minutes to finish the cake, okay?”

Childe hummed in response, quickly stealing another kiss from you before he made his way into the living room. On the dining table, there was a small bouquet of flowers as well as a cheesy birthday card, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Every time you did these kind of things for him, he felt like he was going to melt on the spot, even though you probably would have insisted that flowers, a card and a birthday cake weren’t that special. But to him, they were, even more so because he could still remember the years where no one had cared about his birthday at all. And just the fact that you had let him sleep in while you struggled with a cake, knowing very well that he would’ve helped you without even complaining, was enough to make him feel incredibly loved. 

He sat down at the table, absent-mindedly staring at the flowers, wondering how he deserved someone like you, until you appeared in the doorframe and cleared your throat. “Ta-da,” you said. “A birthday cake.  Hey, don’t you dare laughing at this masterpiece,” you quickly added when you realized that Childe was actually having a hard time to keep a straight face. You had decorated the cheesecake with a hilarious amount of strawberries to hide the burnt top and even managed to stick a bunch of brightly colored birthday candles in there. 

“Okay, you’re right, it looks horrible,” you admitted, joining in his laughter after taking another look at the cake and setting it down on the table. “But it’s better than nothing, right? Now, please blow out these candles and make a wish before I actually consider throwing the whole thing out and buying you a proper cake.”

Without any hesitation, Childe shook his head. “Please don’t. It’s perfect.” 

You then watched him blowing out the candles and closing his eyes to make a wish, and before you even realized what you were doing, you had already stepped closer to him. You leaned in and brushed your lips against his temple before you pressed a tender kiss to his still closed eyelids, then to his cheeks and the corners of his mouth. 

“Happy Birthday, Ajax,” you whispered against his lips, and he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug as he indulged in the absolute bliss and peace he always felt when you were so close to him. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. “For everything.”

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Srry for bothering you but If you don't mind can you do hybrid dragon! Zhongli pls 👉👈? Take ur time tho if you're busy !! 😊😊

hnnnn whenever i read dragon hybrid zhongli i think about him in his peak years as not zhongli but as morax, the ruthless, strongest archon, the lord of geo and a menace to everyone around.

he's big, all 7ft 3 of pure muscle and strength, his stone hard muscles almost seem to pulse with geo energy, the veins on his dark arms like rivers of molten gold along with the sparse scales on his torso and the prominent horn on top of his head, almost like a crown. his strong dragon tail swishing behind him when he's particulary annoyed at someone and his sharp gold eyes glowing with barely contained anger.

j-just imagine being chosen specifically by the lord of geo to be his little wifey out of all the available options an yet he chose you, the sweet little daughter of a minor god.

imagine wearing the finest of silks, the tiny white dress complimenting your features beautifully as you lounge on your husband's lap like a prized pet, mewling softly as morax's sharp claws runs over your skin and grabbing, almost playing with the soft flesh of your full hips as he listens to the droning of some minor gods pleading their case for protection from the lord of geo.

zhongli barely stiffens a snarl as he listens to the same boring speech over and over again, his only entertainment being his little wifey laid out all open for him in his lap and all the thoughts that appear in his head about you all naked on all fours in your shared bed, presenting yourself to your god whimpering from overstimulation and begging him to breed you and give you a clutch of eggs.

zhongli couldn't help but growl loudly, successfully interrupting the people beneath his throne as he abruptly stands up with you clutched tightly in his arms as he makes his way into your chambers to act out on his fantasies with you, his little mate, in the middle of them.

'don't you worry little one, by the end of the night you'll surely be heavy with my seed. can't wait to greet out clutch soon enough~'