Arranged Marriage Fics W Ayato Got Me In A Chokehold.. Theyre Initially A Bit Cold To Each Other But

arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one

• Rocky beginnings

A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!

Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.

Words: 1.098

What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.

However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.

The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.

And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.

“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.

“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.

“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.

“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.

“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.

“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.

Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.

His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.

“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.

“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”

“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.

Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.

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Mornings like this were rare; the both of you would wake up at the same, with just enough time to do something small.

Zhongli’s hair slipped through your fingers in long waves as you brushed it slowly. Starting from the bottom and working your way up, you watched as the strands glided through the bristles more smoothly each time, small knots from sleep unraveling. 

The Geo Archon sighed heavily, leaning deeper into you, arms resting on your thighs. His thumb traced small circles on your knees, pinching here and there softly, occasionally kissing the joint. 

Wrapping his hair around your hand, you grabbed his hand, placing it on the bunch, instructing him to hold it while you grabbed the elastic, finishing off his hair.

You tapped his shoulder, notifying you were finished, but he waved you off. 

"Just five more minutes. Five more please," 

Mornings like this were rare, yes. But neither of you seemed to mind.

So i was going through something and i rlly liked your latest Kakashi, Hashirama head canons about sh. I just wanted to drop in and say thank you for helping me out here with your writing! Also, are requests for drabbles still open?

Hey, hey, I'm touched. I'm very happy I was a l able to help in a way, truly <3 That does mean quite a lot to hear. Take care of yourself, you're great.

And yes they are still open as of me posting this!

Confession for Yamato Tenzou? Nsfw romantic?

A/n: I kinda combined these two requests, hope you don't mind. NSFW is at the very end, minors DNI

-Warnings: nsfw themes at the end, very minor mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy

❧Tenzou/Yamato headcanons

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SFW

Yamato sees a dozen people daily, sometimes he just likes to find a nice edge to sit at and just observe the rest of the world buzz pass him. It is quite a relief not having to be involved in such classified things, and just be human for once. A citizen of Konoha.

It isn't often that someone really gets his attention in the sea of faces that he watches, yet fate seemed to have some surprises in stock for him.

You.

You seemed to stand out from the rest of them all; such particular lines of your face, the shape and color of your eyes, the way your eyes light up or darken depending on the situation, the way your lips curl when you smile or frown - it is an understatement to say that Yamato has a keen eye for such details, it is one of the many things his training earned him

Day by day, Yamato slowly realized how interesting you are, so much more than he thought

It was hard to not notice the paint stains on your fingers, skin and sometimes even clothes. Yamato would quickly pick up the curiosity on the matter and would eventually find you stationed just outside the training grounds, where you sat painting the sunset. The river that flowed through the valley was nothing short of beautiful and he couldn't blame you for picking his favorite spot to paint in your own style

That would be the time he gave himself a push, and approached you. He wasn't the ANBU agent, nor was he a ninja, he was just another human with you, just Yamato- and he never felt more liberated

Your conversations start there, and over the next days he would often visit that same spot in hopes of continuing the conversation you two left off at. He felt like a civilian with you, with no burdens such as battles and death.

Eventually, the two of you would start meeting up, and conversing about things outside of art and scenery, it was the most calm and natural flow of events that unfolded like a flower in spring after long months of snow

He feels giddy when he first brings you a gift, or when he first pays for your food, or the first time he brushed his fingers against yours-

His confession is something that was subconsciously planned, it's equal to a bubble on the water's surface, it collects and collects and it's so beautiful yet filled with this undetected tension, and suddenly it bursts, rippling the water in the most gentle way

It would happen somewhere private, perhaps at your home, or at that high mountain ledge beneath the trees, or even at that valley you painted your first image in his company

His words are jumped, but they carry the clear message; he holds your hands so carefully and when your lips meet his, his heart soars

Kakashi would have noticed this giddy behavior about him sooner than Yamato would have liked, and would subtly hint at it, giving Yamato encouragement through light teasing. The silver head was also the person Yamato would try to ask for tips, something, anything- and through his own words Kakashi would lead him to an answer

Eventually, as you two grew attached even more, he would make you a ring, a wooden swirl of details on such a small item were fascinating, with a small gem framed in the middle of it. Knowing your love for art and crafty work, he believed that this would hit your heart more than in the case he just went out and bought a ring - and he stood correct in that sense. You adored it.

The kids(Naruto, Sakura, Sai..etc) saw the two of you as the best couple around, sometimes laughing at the way Sensei Yamato got so blushy and nervous when the more romantic aspects were brought up; he was always thinking about you. The kids also loved you and looked up at you, some of them even spent hours at your art station, watching you paint or telling you stories of how their day went. Sai was the one that painted alongside you the most, both of you quietly enjoying each other's company. It was a sight Yamato was happy to see.

Your wedding was nothing short of sweet and memorable. It took place sometime in the spring, with all the flowers in it's full bloom, petals swirled all around you as you shared your first kiss as husband and bride.

And when your pregnancy was announced - boy, was Yamato quite worried something may go wrong. Yet he stays grounded, for you. He tries to get as educated on the topic as much as he can, and although the pregnancy was more or less planned, it didn't allow him much time to breathe - he was so happy.

Years ago before he met you he believed he would continue to simply fight, and fight, and slowly wither away in one of many wars and battles. And yet here he stood, with a partner of his dreams and a child on the way, things couldn't be looking any brighter.

As a father, Yamato has patience of a mountain, and is quite attentive to his kid(s). He can't help but let his motherly side take over, as he makes sure his child is not hurt or in need of anything. He makes sure they are fed, clothed well and that are not being harmed in any way. Same goes for you, he's the most gentle husband he can be, although at certain times he can come off as too dotting.

At end of a long day he can't help but collapse in your arms, bringing you into his embrace and drift off into the comforting darkness with your scent under his nose.

NSFW

As mentioned, Yamato is really gentle and attentive, he has a keen eye for reactions and will stop at anything to ensure you are safe and well taken care off - this also goes for the bedroom activities.

He's quite nervous about doing it with you the first time you shed clothes together, he will need some reassurance from you but the moment he catches wind of it all, he has it handled. And even before he does his best to make sure you are comfortable and receiving pleausure

He will eat you out for as long as he needs to, getting you off more than once and seeing you writhe and squirm in pleasure makes him all the more aroused - knowing he was the one behind your reactions

He's also quite soft, he's not too much of a jokester in bed, rather serious and romantic

His favorite positions would be the classical missionary, or anything where he can see your face and kiss you whenever he wants to. By your reactions, he can tell exactly when he's hitting that right spot, and he will repeat it over and over again until you're coming undone underneath him

He's more of a kisser/licker than a biter, but would occasionally nibble at your skin/ear

Yamato is also very touchy during sex, he just can't help it when his hands start roaming your pretty figure and exploring every dip of your flesh, caressing all the sensitive patches of skin he can find.

What about cuddly kakashi? He gets home and first thing he does after a shower is trap you under his body on the couch/bed and cuddle his face into your tits chest

A/n: you read my mind anon~

Genre: drabble, just pure fluff, comfort

Words: 825

' Home '

Crickets were singing and the moon was high above the village by the time the door opened. Creaking quietly as the silver head rested half his weight on the door knob. He walked inside languidly, one foot in front of the other with the heaviness of the world tied around his ankles. His whole body was sore, every muscle aching and begging for relief. The air was swirling with the scent of soft flower petals, the autumn grass and the night's minty chill, but your light scent would never go amiss by his nose. In the moment Kakashi recognized your scent he heard the soft thumps of your foot falls approaching him in the hall, before he even saw you his lungs gave out a sigh in pure relief. For the time the mission lasted he longed to be back with you, home. It was still weird to think about, but he believed this home would last - he knew it, Kakashi felt it in his very bones. Your eyes shined at the sight of him, such a pure reaction it made his heart soar and swell in his chest. Kakashi met you halfway in the hall, bringing his arms around you as you brought yours around him.

It was too late for you to be awake, yet here you were, waiting for him. You sweetly greeted him in a gentle tone; it was too late and he was too tired for any louder volumes. Yet it all made for intimacy to blossom with those hushed exchanges of questions and happy welcomes. Two of his fingers dipped and pulled down his mask in order to leave a chaste kiss on your lips before you two pulled apart. It was a soft and gentle, it made his heart flutter as if it was his first. You did him the kindness of helping him with his Flak jacket, shoes and getting him some warm food. The kitchen was swirling with wisps of smoke when he returned from the bathroom. Pot that boiled over the stove smelled so lovely, salty with a pinch of something he couldn't identify through his hazy mind. The new clothes now felt like a blessing, he felt so much lighter and cleaner. Your very presence alone was enough to bring Kakashi back to earth; he could only watch you as you moved about, silent as a cat on your skilled feet.

The dining room was dimly lit by a lamp on the counter, its golden hue illuminating the side of his face so softly. Gold touch to his features, shimmering. But he was so tired. The dark bags under his eyes were further proof of it, he barely got proper rest and the mission's physical work took its toll on him, this time greatly. Soft sounds of porcelain clinking was a silent rhythm in the room, comforting in a way. As soon as he was finished with the food he was grabbing your wrist with care, and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. With little words and hums and sounds of soothing you embraced him, staying like that for a long moment before slowly guiding him to the bed you shared. Kakashi's body dipped the second his knee hit the edge of the bed and you both fell onto the plush mattress and pillows.

"I missed you.." he hushed so quietly you almost missed it with the rustling of sheets and the fluttering of wind through the open window. The stars had already made their appearance, twinkling through the window and bringing some light to the room. However the moon outshone them all.

You responded by running your fingers through the back of his hair, humming. "I missed you too..so much" Glancing down at him, the golden lamp hue was replaced by a gentle silver one. It matched his hair and added a certain shimmer to his eyes when he looked up at you.

You felt him smile as shifted again, trying to hide his face in your neck again. But with a little nudge he brought his face to lay on your chest, his arms seizing you round your waist. His exhale of pure exhaustion made the sides of your mouth twitch downwards for a moment, your fingers still combing through his hair. You couldn't take away the stress and exhaustion from his mission, but you were more than rejoiced and relieved to have him back. Perhaps one day, you would stay like this forever, trapped in the moment of pure comfort.

The soft thumps of your heart echoed in Kakashi's ears, a sure reminder you were still here, safe, with him and alive. It was a silent lullaby that quickly coerced him to surrender himself to sleep. An utter bliss he felt as he slowly drifted away was indescribable. With the love of his life in his arms, and their hand in his hair.

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'Home' on Ao3