I know is just a simple misspelling but you wrote "induced location" for the last Ayato scenario and THAT made me think of him using the shuumatsu ban to kidnap reader to many different locations so he could find them and ravage them all over Inazuma, one place at a time. Like a tag game of sorts.
Look typing them out on my phone means I fight auto correct, but thank you for pointing that one out for me else I'd have missed it completely.
But now you have also given me an idea, and it would be like a game of tag in a way for him but to his shummastuban he would likely play it as training.
Telling whoever is on this duty that you know what's going on and are going to act the role of scared and unknowing target so they will get the full training needed, but in reality you know nothing and every time you get that cold feeling of being watched it's terrifying.
The shummastuban nabbing you always think you're playing the role perfectly and are thankful for the training, not that they'd say that to you of course, however it is strange that they get different ropes and restraints for these practice missions when they have to find, stalk and then grab you.
Even if it had been months for this... Game? It's the same pleasurable outcome, you're dumped at whatever location Ayato had requested you be left, usually an area near a meeting he is attending or his personal room at the estate, and not long after you are left alone the world tilts as you're laid back, bound and blindfolded.
The smiling face of the commissioner being the first thing you see before you feel whatever you had been wearing when you got grabbed, being loosened and tugged away from your body.
Gloved hands kneading and grabbing at your hips and chest as he hums and asks gently if you had fun, before cutting off your words by occupying his mouth with something else.
Having you bound and delivered to him means he can do so much more with you, leaving your legs bound and tucking you under the enclosed table he has to sit at for a meeting while your face is pressed to his crotch cock down your throat, drooling as he holds you there.
Or perhaps even the reverse, leaving your hands and arms bound as he lets your legs free only to put you in a scandalous position that requires your arms to get out of, making you prostrate yourself for him for awhile as he finishes his paperwork, occasionally brushing his fingers across your exposed backside or crotch, laughing to himself when you squirm or wiggle trying to get out of the position he put you in or get him to touch you more.
It may be hours or even a day or two before you're eventually let to go home, the guards that guide you back to where you live paid handsomely to ignore how Ayato's left you.
The barely hidden bite marks, hickies, and unaddressed liquid that makes your thighs stick together as you walk head down and cheeks flushed as you thank the guards and finally return home, only to find new clothes in a simple but pretty box in your table, replacements for the ones that likely got damaged when he had you nabbed.