𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 & 𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺.

[suiyuun]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#SUIYUUN. ㅤㅤㅤCARRD.      ✦      PROMPTS.      ✦      HEADCANONS.

⸻   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐒   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍.   yashiro   commissioner.   head   of   the   kamisato   clan.   leader   of   the   shuumatsuban.   private   &&.   selective   kamisato   ayato,   of   hoyoverse's   genpact.   distanced   from   the   associated   rpc.   nsfw   will   be   prevalent.   heavy   trigger   warnings   apply,   portrayal   is   not   light.   minors   &.   personals,   absolutely   do   not   interact   !   penned   by   loving   care   by   finch   (   30   /   she+they   /   cst   ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄.

ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ   ᴡɪᴛʜ: ʙʟᴏɢʀᴏʟʟ: @iudiex / @prophetum

[suiyuun]

@supportingfire: he says nothing about the state of the man when he finally returns in the dead of night: not the blood on his once pristine white suit, nor the lack of shine in lord's eyes. instead, thoma takes ayato's face in his hands and murmurs, "let's take a warm bath."

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐣𝐨𝐛   𝐢𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐚𝐧   𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲   𝐨𝐧𝐞.   𝐢𝐭   never   had   been,   really.   perhaps   it   was   right   to   assume   so   -   with   the   silver   spoon   that   oft   adorned   the   mouth   of   men   such   as   he,   but   the   power   that   ayato   wielded   did   not   come   without   a   price,   and   the   price   too   often   was   bloodshed.   he   was   not   a   man   yet   willing   to   delegate   all   his   dirty   work   to   the   shuumatsuban,   or   even   his   retainers.   too   often,   the   kamisato   head's   own   blade   was   all   that   would   properly   do   the   work   -   and   too   often   he   would   come   home,   his   sword   clean,   but   his   robes   splattered   in   blood.   the   crimson   always   was   stark   upon   white,   and   too   often   ruined   whatever   he   wore   -   despite   thoma's   best   efforts.

ㅤㅤㅤhe   could   only   assume   tonight   would   be   one   of   those   nights   once   more.   

ㅤㅤㅤdullness   permeates   normally   mercurial   features,   and   he   trudges   through   the   home   as   if   his   legs   are   made   of   lead.   the   hour   is   late,   the   staff   resting   except   of   course   -   thoma,   always   thoma.   ayato   cannot   even   find   it   in   himself   to   be   verbally   grateful,   as   he   meets   his   retainer   halfway   to   his   chambers,   as   the   muted   tone   of   his   gaze   locks   with   warm   verdant.   beautiful   features,   always   so   resplendent,   split   in   exhaustion   under   the   weight   of   thoma's   warm,   warm   touch.   for   a   moment,   he   lets   his   eyes   shut,   long   lashes   fluttering   upon   his   pale   countenance,   and   then   he   sighs.   

ㅤㅤㅤhands   raise,   unbloodied   from   washing   with   a   bit   of   his   own   hydro,   and   curl   delicately   about   the   housekeeper's   wrists.   periwinkle   revealed   to   the   world   again,   the   yashiro   commissioner   lets   a   fracture   of   vulnerability   show   upon   that   mask,   before   he   gives   his   lover   the   most   wane   of   smiles.   ❝   ⸻ please,   thoma.   ❞

[suiyuun]

at   some   point   i   need   to   redo   my   tags   and   mobile   banner   and   transfer   everything   to   a   new   carrd   with   updated   rules   but   listen,   he's   presentable   and   chomping   at   the   bit   -   so   like   this   for   a   small   one   liner!   multis   please   specify.

[suiyuun]

if you see me out here posting again and completely re-doing my aesthetic, we can blame neo and this beautiful icon and divider <3 <3 <3.

[karmadegon]

[callibee]

i just think he’s….. neat…..

[saewokhrisz]

shading cypress

[kangai]

                    GO   AHEAD   .   see   what   happens   .   but   a   word   of

                    advice     —     HE   IS   NOT   TO   BE   TRIFLED   WITH   .

                                                                  (     ac.     )

[suiyuun]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

BLACK TOURMALINE.

you have a strength to you that has been hard earned. you don't hesitate to cut out the parts of you you despise, you're unafraid to call out others. your bluntness can off-put people at times, but you're unwilling to compromise your personal code. once your loyalty has been earned it is not easily shaken. you're a protector and you purge away anything you believe could harm you or those you love. when was the last time you relaxed, though? when was the last time you let down your guard? there is just as much strength in vulnerability.

tagged by: @foliarlight (<3) tagging: disclaimer of 'i don't remember if you've been tagged or not' applies @baishouqijia, @dvouring, @lastvigil/@ragnvindawn, @wcndererr, @erabundus, @lowenzahhn, @kangai, @wendeiwisp, @ohmors, you reading this

[suiyuun]

[suiyuun]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔?

BELLEROPHON

chimera-killer,  pegasus-tamer,  eater  of  your  own  soul:  icarus  flew  too  close  to  the  sun,  but  you  flew  too  close  to  gods  who  would  prefer  to  remain  untouched.  could  you  not  find  enough  joy  in  being  a  hero,  a  husband,  a  father  and  a  king?  olympus  will  never  accept  your  presence  upon  its  mountaintop,  so  best  quit  while  you're  ahead,  before  your  horse  bucks.

tagged by: @wendeiwisp (ty bby <3) tagging: standard disclaimer applies. i'm stupid and can't remember shit. @capitaneus, @raeso, @ragnvindawn, @caelune, @ecleips, @supportingfire, @zhongshen, @foliarlight, @ksharhrewar

[suiyuun]

@dvouring: ❛ you’re - ❜ a gasp, breathy pants, rasping tonality. he looks debauched. ❛ - really good at that. ❜

"   of   course   i   am.   "

it's   a   debauched   spread   before   him,   a   painting   of   perfect   proportions   that   ayato   knows   he   would   frame   and   revere   for   the   rest   of   eternity   given   the   opportunity.   but   it   was   for   his   eyes   only,   this   scene,   and   the   jealous   and   possessive   creature   in   him   was   more   than   content   to   keep   it   that   way   -   unfettered   in   it's   desire   to   make   sure   the   sneznhayan   beneath   him   was   owned   only   and   wholly   by   the   commissioner   in   hand.   even   still,   ayato   had   to   admit,   he'd   really   outdone   himself   this   time   -   enough   so   that   if   he   wasn't   so   possessive,   if   he   wasn't   so   keen   on   ajax   being   his   and   his   only...   perhaps   he   would've   let   some   of   the   world   see   the   pretty   picture   he'd   made.   

stretched   upon   the   futon   with   dips   of   red,   red   rope   flush   upon   pale   skin,   lay   his   lover.   the   long   lines   of   his   chest   were   adorned   with   the   braided   silk,   criss   crossing   this   way   and   that   in   delicate,   worn   patterns,   all   the   way   up   to   his   wrists.   there,   ropes   connected,   looped   carefully   together   before   being   secured   comfortably   to   the   conspicuous   ring   that   stuck   out   from   ayato's   dresser   like   an   innocuous   piece   of   decor.   the   harbinger   was   a   piece   of   art   on   a   good   day...   but   like   this....   ayato   licks   his   lips,   looking   down   at   him   from   where   he   had   taken   up   residence   between   two   long   and   bare   legs.   like   this,   he   reminded   the   commissioner   of   a   fallen   god.   

of   course,   childe   being   childe   could   undoubtedly   free   himself   at   any   given   moment,   and   the   wicked   portion   of   ayato's   brain   almost   wanted   him   to...   if   only   so   he   could   hunt   and   met   out   punishments.

but   good   behavior   from   his   lover   was   always   rewarded,   the   commissioners   tortuous   side   replaced   instead   with   lascivious   touches   and   gentle   strokes   of   his   fingertips...   violence   and   roughness   waysided   in   favor   of   teasing,   teasing,   teasing.   he   looks   down   at   his   spouse   with   a   predator's   desire,   the   gleam   in   his   eyes   almost   vulpine,   as   teeth   nip   lightly   at   the   ankle   that   rests   on   his   shoulder.   his   hand   is   busy   between   them,   two   long   fingers   comfortably   buried   in   heated   warmth   with   utterly   depraved   intent   -   making   a   near   game   out   of   grazing   soft   nerves   of   pleasure   on   every   other   pass,   and   only   with   the   lightest   of   strokes.   ayato   played   childe's   edges   like   a   finely   tuned   instrument   on   a   good   day,   but   tonight   he   seemed   even   more   intent   on   bringing   him   across   the   tight   rope.

"   look   at   you.   "   he   purrs,   deep   and   sensuous   voice   drawling   over   the   words   in   lust-drunk   haze,   like   he   had   all   the   time   in   the   world   to   utter   them,   like   childe   isn't   being   taken   apart   by   his   fingers   alone   and   held   down   by   ropes.   "   being   so   good   for   me,   ajax.   "   inward,   he   presses,   punctuating   the   sentence   with   a   ruthless   assault   to   his   prostate   instead   of   familiar   gentle   touches,   that   lasts   only   a   moment,   before   retreating   to   his   teasing,   unhurried   pace.   "   maybe   i   should   give   you   something   more.   something...   "   the   hard   twist   of   his   hand   again,   slammed   deep,   followed   by   the   flash   of   his   lapis   hues   and   teeth,   "   better.   "

down,   he   leans,   lips   pressing   almost   apologetically   to   a   sliver   of   bare   skin   left   between   crosses   of   rope   on   his   chest.   "   would   you   like   that,   ajax?   would   you   like   mercy?   "

[suiyuun]

has never had a skincare routine a day in his life. he just looks like this.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

[mofufu-fufu]

Made this for the Ayato contest :3

[kanedoji]

@suiyuun -- ;

"Y'know, with the way people stare... 'm startin' to wonder if they think you're in danger around me, or somethin'."

Oh, if only he knew. What the good people weren't staring wasn't Itto being himself, but the incognito Yashiro Commissioner dressed down and looking positivity civilian, a wolf among sheep. Yet, in the mind of the Oni, those stares couldn't possibly be targeted at anyone except himself who was a literal demon they threw mamemaki at to drive out him and yokai like him when Setsubun had just been a few weeks ago. Sighing, Itto rubbed his nape in defeat.

"Ugh, ya wanna try somewhere else, Aniki? Can't fuckin' think with all these people drillin' holes through my head..."

[suiyuun]

indeed,   ayato   is   perceptive   enough   to   have   gleaned   the   stares   -   a   sensation   he   is   not   so   unfamiliar   with.   even   in   the   plains   clothes   yukata   -   his   blue   hair   and   regal   bearing   made   him   stick   out   like   a   sore   thumb,   and   no   doubt   being   at   the   oni's   towering   side   certainly   did   not   help.   the   people   of   inazuma   would   know   the   yashiro   commissioner   anywhere...   well,   most   of   them,   lest   he   truly   tried   to   hide   himself   away.   ayato   had   no   intentions   of   doing   so,   however,   especially   when   this   meant   the   attention   actually   was   off   their   illustrious   oni   for   once   -   even   if   he   didn't   realize   it.   

"   hm.   i   doubt   that.   they're   likely   marveling   at   my   hair.   "   it   would   be   a   cold   day   in   hell   before   ayato   willing   revealed   who   exactly   he   was   to   itto.   after   all,   what   a   great   blessing   it   was   to   feel   that   he   could...   be   himself,   free   of   burdens.   even   if   the   public   eye   meant   that   people   still   knew   who   he   was   and   wondered   what   exactly   he   was   doing   out   and   about   with   arataki   itto,   of   all   creatures.   "   come.   "   he   says,   not   unkindly.   a   palm   removes   from   navy   blue   sleeves   to   press   lightly   to   the   elder's   back,   gently   attempting   to   steer   him   away   from   the   crowds.   "   let   us   go   relax   closer   to   chinju.   there   are   never   many   people   there   -   and   perhaps   we'll   find   you   a   red   onikabuto   that   you   can   attempt   to   best   me   with   later.   "

[skradio]

ayato