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TO EACH, THEIR OWN ྅ྀུ𖹭.⠀

chapter: 01/(??) // masterlist ˚⋆𖧷₊˚

warning: imprisonment, mild violence // mature themes will be explored in later chapters.

summary: royalty au w/ emperor!jinwoo x fem reader

"The resemblance may be uncanny, but will this work the way we wish?"

You find yourself in a dutchy for a noble family from the south. Chandeliers hung above you with a velvet carpet beneath your feet. All of it is worth more than anything you've ever touched in your life. The said owners of this place, the Hollowcrest family, were in a bit of a predicament for you to even step foot inside their property. Let alone, to stand side by side with their daughter, Elowyn Hollowcrest.

It all started with an unsuccessful operation the Duke took part in. In the far, far north of the equator, in a different continent entirely, South Korea. More specifically, the now Ahjin Empire. The Duke thought it was wise to assist in a trafficking operation in efforts to improve labor, funding the boats that would cross the seas from this nation to theirs. Another goal was to gain influence overseas to expand their already bottomless wealth. For he was bored of all the control he had in the South. He was 2nd to no one, but the Emperor, after all. The suspects striked when Ahjin was still a kingdom. However, they were caught and slaughtered during its expansion. All but a few who managed to slither their way out. Lord Hollowcrest being one of them. With a sword soaked in the blood of his men held to his neck, handled by the savior that carried the change in Ahjin's future as a whole, he was helpless. Laying on the ground with hundreds already deceased. A masscre in their awake. The Duke pleaded, throwing any type of deal to the wind in order to prevent the young man from ending his life. His eyes met a haunting gaze fueled with a silent oasis of fury and bloodlust. He swore he saw the pearly gates with the light the blade reflected, a disguise of the pit of hell he was truly going to enter if death claimed him. However, he was lucky enough to strike gold with his tries. For the savior still needed better standing before taking the life of a powerful noble from a distant land.

"Once I gain enough influence to make your own ruler crumble to my feet. I will ensure your debt is paid in full. If it is not done by value, it will be in blood."

The words still left a nasty aftertaste in the Duke's mouth, hence why all this was happening. His days of carefree power and prosperity would be numbered if he didn't meet the deadline. Unfortunately, the man refused any offers of money. Deeming it valueless with how it was collected. So, with a heavy heart, he offered his daughter to which the emperor didn't dismiss.

"It will. He hasn't seen our daughter. How would even he be able to tell it's not her?"

The Hollowcrest family hosted a look-alike contest within the streets of Andre. Under the guise of "mere entertainment and money to share". You, as the victor, with how naturally similar you looked to Elowyn, were granted the "reward" only to be shackled and hidden until the commotion of the event died down. You were of no noble birth, therefore of no high importance if you were hidden away for a few days... or weeks. Even the place you were kept in was better than your own home. You may be held hostage against your will, but they could not afford to bruise or mistreat you in fear of their plan failing. Shackled to prevent further attempts to escape and even give food from the chefs in order to gain a better physique. Their attention to detail disgusted you. Now, the duke, his wife, and daughter stood in your presence. If it wasn't for your history, from afar, people would assume it were twin daughters standing before their parents.

"Father, what is the need of this again? Aren't I going to be the empress of Ahjin?"

However, one was basically a captive while the other was a sheltered noble who was promised to be the empress of a distant nation. Not aware that her life was being used to repay the debt he acquired from his past actions. The Duke placed his hand on top of Elowyn's head with the intent to reassure her. A truth based on a gamble he would have to make with you as the dice.

"Of course you will. I wouldn't make an empty promise, would I? Miss y/n is here to ensure the emperor is accustomed to you in advance. You still have much to do here."

Blasphemy. You wished to utter but could only purse your lips into a thin line. Were all nobles just beautiful liars? The purpose of the contest was to find someone who could be a test dummy shipped to the emperor's feet. Even in the land ruled over by Thomas Andre II, the emperor of Ahjin had a bone-chilling reputation that reached both hemispheres of the earth. That man being Sung Jinwoo. The man who expanded and turned Ahjin into an Empire. His ascension resetting the royal bloodline of South Korea before the age of 24.

The heads of the family couldn't predict his behavior if all witnesses of his presence were veterans of war. The duke couldn't dare send his own flesh and blood to him as a gift he could do whatever he wished with. So, you're purpose was to gain his favor through any means necessary. It could cost you your life or a future filled with an endless amount of your favorite desserts with the wealth you would gain. That was if you could get the emperor to marry you and place a crown on your head that will be given to Elowyn. Inevitably swapping you out once the path is free of hardships. Crowning her empress of Ahjin to live forevermore with South Korea's strongest ruler to date. Another strong ally for the Duke to gain.

However, your only concern was if you could survive the first encounter with the man himself. You doubt beautiful women from all corners of the globe haven't been gifted to him already, and it is known the emperor does, in fact, not have a harem or been see with any of them. The endless possibilities of what could have happened to them made you want to throw up.

The boat ride was decent. Having discovered you had motion sickness as well. You did try to escape before they forced you onto the boat. The burn marks from the tight ropes around your wrists ever-present. Some irritated part of you wished you had the opportunity to push that Duke into the waters by the deck. This would be the first and last time you will ever participate in charity events hosted by such selfish nobles. With how much distain your voice held as you cursed their existence could qualify you as a sailor instead of being this ship's cargo. You slept through most of the trip, the food they gave being evidence that whatever happened to you was no longer their concern. You were on your own now, completely. It would've shaken you if this wasn't basically how your life was before, excluding that persistent landlord you had. You wonder what would happen to that cube of a house.

The fifth day arrived. Your shoes once again touching the ground. You turn to one of the guards in charge of your departure. Hands still bound behind your back.

"Where are we exactly?"

"We are closest to the border of South Korea."

Stated as the ropes around your wrist were sliced off. Your brows furrowed. All those days at sea could only get you to the border? This journey brought a whole new definition to distant lands.

"How long until we reach the empire of Ahjin!?"

You were met with an unamused frown.

"Just keep moving, all you have to do is breathe."

"I at least deserve to know—"

You were then shoved forward, nearly stumbling to the ground if it weren't for your reflexes. The sound of mocking chuckles ringing within the groups of staff present, only adding more fuel to the fire. However, it didn't last long as the sound alerted the soldiers of the border. A uniform group clothed in dark armor with silver and purple embolisments. From looks alone, many lives were taken with the weapons they possessed. You kept your lips pursed, unease flooding your heart as one of the Duke's guards stepped forward. Something was off. Why would there be so many soldiers sent to simply welcome us?

"Greetings. We are the group sent to ensure the Duke's daughter has a safe passage into Ahjin."

Silence. The guards in black simply looked amongst themselves before facing them once more.

"His Majesty only authorized the entry of his daughter."

"We were ordered to witness her arrival—"

"Your Duke's orders are of no concern to us. Go to which you came and hand her over."

Great, there was already an issue within an hour of arriving here. The tension was almost suffocating, and with the way the guard clenched his fist, this was not going to be handled professionally.

"We are all considered guests of your emperor. There is no need for such precaution—"

"Guests coming for the person who helped traffic many of the emperor's people?"

You could almost laugh if it weren't for the seriousness of the predicament. Deep down, you couldn't care less of what could happen to anyone associated with the Duke. Unfortunately, it temporarily included you since you were cast as a stunt double for his daughter. If she was here, she would probably intervene. You sighed, taking a step forward, about to speak up, but it seems you were too late. The guard spoke recklessly, earning him a stab to the chest. You froze, the body landing with a lifeless thud. Looking up to see the knight shake the blood off his sword.

"Does anyone else insist on entry?"

His words were met with a terrified silence. Everyone quickly remembering their association meant nothing here. If anything, their association categorized them as enemies. With a simple signal from the knight, the other soldiers charged forward with practiced urgency. You shield yourself on instinct, only for all of them to run past you. The sound of struggling guards and staff was almost too much to bear. The Knight stepped forward, shielding you with his cape to ensure you weren't contaminated before escorting you somewhere safer. You entered the border with ease. Still being a bit shaken by the slaughter that just occurred. You shook your head. It's not like they genuinely cared about you anyway. They most likely wanted to ensure you didn't escape again. You looked around, following the tall knight in front of you with hurried steps in fear of falling behind. From the people you could see in the distance, no one looked or sounded like you with a handful of other immigrants entering and leaving. Fitting in will be a bit challenging after all. The knight suddenly stopped, facing you with a carriage within view. You almost stumbled at the sudden pause.

"We ask for your cooperation during our journey to the capital. Nothing will get near or harm your well-being, my lady."

You looked up, blinking while being a bit dumbfounded. The sudden formality was a stark difference to the brutality he orchestrated minutes ago. You simply nodded, following along until you got the courage to speak once more.

"Could I have the honor of knowing your name... sir?"

You weren't too sure what he was yet, not with the helmet shielding his face. Having read other creatures dwelled here as well. He opened the carriage door for you, ensuring you were seated comfortably as "your belongs" were being packed.

"You can simply call me Igris, my lady."

The carriage door was then shut closed, the sound of horses being mounted and prepared for departure. You closed the curtains. How long has it been since you've been alone with your thoughts like this? It was refreshing but also surprising. The supposed enemy was much better company to be with compared to the ones you had on the ship. However, all this could be temporary. It's the emperor's final judgment of you that will decide your fate here. A sigh left your lips as your gaze steadied. You were no longer y/n l/n, but Elowyn Karina Hollowcrest.

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If I wrote a series about Jinwoo as an Emperor or in a royal au setting, would you be interested

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PAST MISTAKES, CURRENT PROBLEMS.

ʚwarning: none

ʚsummary: jinwoo x reader: messy childhood friendship "break up" in the past. reader is a bit self-centered in the past.

ʚnote: Not proofread

It wasn't always supposed to be like this. You were walking down the sidewalk, coming from another tedious shift at a company that paid too much for you to quit. The streetlights were on as the moon settled in the sky for its daily shift of watching over those who thrived in the nighttime. Your boss gave you hell today, adding new reports for you to go through before the next dawn. What was worse was that the temperatures dropped, and it seemed the number of couples cozing up with one another increased by a tenfold.

You sighed. The soft tap your heels created with the ground being somewhat rhythmic, using the warmth of your coat to keep yourself from freezing any further. With the sight of city lights and your on breath keeping you company, you couldn't help but feel as if this materialistic warmth couldn't compare to the warmth of someone specific. How pathetic, mourning something that never happened! Something that can only be imagined but never had the tools to be brought to reality. A silent heartbreak of sorts, the pain of remaining the supporting character in someone's life. In his life.

The day Jinwoo told you about his feelings for someone else, who was, in fact, not you. You felt your world spiral into an endless abyss. The acknowledgment of an unrequited love hurt much more than you let on. You remember how his eyes lit up and how shyly, but oh, so passionately, he talked about her. A young man in love reaching out to a friend he trusted enough for advice. It hurt terribly. Each movement of your lips felt as if your mouth was made out of sandpaper. Regardless, you were sincere with your words. Advising him on how to carry out his plans to confess. That was 5 years ago, and as expected, his confession went perfectly. What woman was foolish enough to reject his advances? You felt almost guilt on how badly you wanted her to reject him, but atlas, that wish never came true. And since then, you have never spoken to him since.

Now you're 25, a corporate manager living comfortably in a high-end apartment by yourself with a puppy that was basically your own child covered in fur. You reach your car, unlocking it with a simple press of a button before settling in and driving off, tuning into whatever nonsense was on the radio this evening. From the recent raids, various hunters participated in the latest cafe advertising. It actually wasn't too far from your area. However, something else caught your attention, the sudden news that Sung Jinwoo had just gotten out of a 5-year relationship with fellow S-rank Hunter Cha Hae-in. You briefly lost focus on the road ahead, almost running a red light before you braked just in time. You sat there, surprised as the reporter kept talking, though nothing truly registered in your head. Did they really break up? You swore they were end game with how happy they looked together. You shock your head. It wasn't any of your business anyway, and Jinwoo was a topic you tried to bury away. Changing to a different channel as a sigh left your lips.

For the next coupled days, it seemed fate wanted to constantly remind you of what had transpired against your will. It was all people talked about for the next few days. You almost felt bad about the lack of respect people had for their personal lives, a disadvantage for being well known amongst the general public. Some fans and hunter enthusiasts even picking sides on why they broke up and who was most likely to blame. You didn't participate, of course. A simple hum as a colleague chatted your ear off on the topic. If only they knew you went to high school with him before he got to where he was today.

"It's a shame, you wouldn't imagine my surprise when I heard about it this morning. Guess love isn't simple for those at the top either."

You lightly chuckled before giving her an amused smile, packing your bag in preparation to go out for a coffee run.

"I didn't know you were a love expert suddenly?"

Your colleague giggled in return.

"Whatever, how about that date you had last week? Another fail in your books?"

You scoffed, walking out towards the door with a smile.

"You know me too well. He didn't even bring flowers!"

You bid her goodbye before leaving the building, walking down the street to a cafe not too long after. A gathering crowd catches your attention, the flashing lights, and shouting of fans ringing in your ears. You shook your head at the commotion, planning to walk away until you saw a familiar face, the reason why people seemed to be so unrestrained right now. Not too far away was Hunter Sung Jinwoo, walking out of the hunters HQ building with a few body guards, though he didn't really need them. He seemed a bit out of it, figures. He just got out of a relationship a few weeks back.

You found yourself staring for a fraction longer than you wanted to. He was still as beautiful as the day she last saw him but taller and with a more mature flair around him. Damn it, why did your heart react more to him than any other man you had gone on a date with within the past 5 months? And as if to make matters worse, why did his eyes meet your gaze even from so far away? You bit your lip, cursing under your breath as your legs moved before you could register, the sudden spike of adrenaline telling you to get as far away as possible. As far as speed-walking in heels could get you. However, you felt a sudden presence appear behind you. All while being just as confused as the reporters and fans behind you who were wondering where he vanished off to suddenly. The moment you turn around, you scream before feeling his arms surround you as he effortlessly takes you somewhere quieter as dark wisps engulf you both.

You're about to yell, to scream out any possibly vulgar word in your vocabulary to get him off you but after he muttered your name with so much familiarity, you couldn't even let out a sound. Once vibrant violet eyes fading to grey, his hold gentle yet secure, swearing that his hands trembled slightly against your form. He looked at you as if he saw a ghost and tried to figure out if it was real or not. Doing what he did just now, which was no different from abducting someone, wouldn't be a good headline in the media, after all.

"y/n."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It surprised you that he recognized you so quickly. Saying your name once more as if trying confirm of his suspicion, as if a wish of his had just showed up for the taking. It was an opportunity he couldn't risk losing. Despite how you would of longed for an opportunity like this years ago, you tried to squirm your way out of his grip. The quiet surroundings of a random alleyway make the setting all the more unreal. Unfortunately, this only tightened his grip. The once stoic expression reflecting hints of vulnerability.

"y/n. Where have you been? Why haven't I heard from you-"

"What are you doing! Let go!"

"Let... go?"

You managed to break free, your hand over your heart as you tried to catch your breath. He just stood there and watched, looking down at the hand that was seconds away from grabbing your wrist. Confused about why he was acting on his impulsive thoughts just at the sight of you again. He clenched his fist, trying to compose himself as he felt his anger and hurt infused with past memories.

"Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me you planned to go abroad?"

Your eyes widened at the sudden confrontation. A shiver down your spine at his tone alone, but you didn't waver as you kept your lips pursed. He bitterly laughed at your silence, though it held no humor. This clouded look in his eyes indicating thst he was seconds away from losing it.

"So you don't want to talk either? Am I that repulsive to you now? Speak, damn it, do you want me to beg!?"

"Don't be ridiculous-"

"Then what should I be to have you near again!?"

And with that, a series of poorly patched wounds and feelings from the past all surfaced. Just you, him, and the embrace of the alleyway. You knew you were wrong to an extent. The whole situation was childish, but could you really blame the 17 year old version of yourself back then.

"You don't have to be anything, I was simply respecting your relationship!"

Back and forth, back and forth. The conversation was leading nowhere yet everywhere at the same time. All within the heat of the moment. Jinwoo had never been so engaged in an argument like this since 3 months ago during a game of uno. It wasn't often that he let his feelings take the lead like this. That is what made him stop suddenly, pushing his hair back at the realization that he was more affected by this than he thought.

"Look at us. This is no different than back then. The only difference is that you're not telling me everything."

You froze. He stepped closer. Forcing you to back into the wall as he placed his hands on both sides of your head. Was his gaze always this tantalizing? Was it always this hard to breathe?

"Tell me, Y/n... Let's stop beating around the bush. I missed you, and I want to fix whatever happened between us for you to pull away like that back then."

With a gentle tuck of your hair behind your ear, you felt riddled with guilt, yet so insane with all your emotions for once. It was jealousy. It was hurt and naivety that drove that wedge between you and him. A whole 5 years to for the answer to be so clear. The question was if he would even look your way again with the answer he was looking for. With his awaiting gaze and intoxicating proximity. Maybe the timing of his recent breakup was the wake-up call you needed.

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I missed writing and finally logged back in omg

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A CALLING

warnings: angst but sweet?

summary: A broken man manages to obtain the heart of someone greater than him, someone he thinks he is truly undeserving of, someone he is utterly devoted to.

note: higher ranked!reader x character

This is honestly pure word vomit I didn't bother to proofread but it will satisfy all the delulu girlies out there. Shoutout to Senri Shiki, this is for you bbg <3

It surprises him really, how all it took was that innocent child-like smile for everything to change. His views of the world seeming less dark and voided as it was now filled with clear skies, not a single cloud as he has deemed you fit to be his own personal sun, lighting up the solar system and anything else your rays could reach.

It concerns him really, how easily you managed to shake his already brittle heart, damaged from the things of this world he thought he could rely on, he thought that he could freely embrace but at last, nothing good ever stays for long. He tries, he truly tries to be less voided. Of his emotions and overall being, but the journey he had since birth reinforced it as an act of self defense.

It confuses him really, how you chose him over the thousands of suitors who could give you better. A life on a pedestal he could not reach, a place that you knew all your life that was always so out of reach for him. He doesn't see himself as anything special despite how often you tell him otherwise. He wasn't depressed or suicidal, simply a bit conflicted with himself since birth but managed to live a life many envied but was insignificant compare to how you held the stars in your hands.

He didn't care about what you had access to, what material possessions you could gain at the snap of your fingers and definitely not how the world viewed you. The thoughts and opinions of the world are something he doesn't consider worth listening to anymore, a voice he, himself forcefully silenced as nothing but broken promises and baseless relationships echoed in his mind. But you were different, you were genuine with no intention to deceive. An angel sent from above that worked with his roughly clipped wings and nothing more, you just wanted him.

It calms him really, how your presence always sparks this feeling deep inside to treasure you. No matter what you did he saw no wrong within your actions and he knew he was foolish for it but he couldn't care less. The word "no" was something completely foreign in his vocabulary when it came to you, your sweet words and loving caresses were like a lullaby slowly healing his troubled soul. The need to protect you from the wicked way of the world was so tempting, a calling is how he puts it. Because he swore he would bring the world down, him included if necessary, if it meant keeping that beautiful smile of yours still full of sincerity and love when you looked at him.

SENRI SHIKI, Alhaitham?, Dainsleif, Blade, Scaramouche, Zero Kiryu, Itoshi Sae maybe, Anyone honestly.

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Where are the Senri enthusiasts? Where's the fandom? I'm legit googling how to be Rima at this point because there's so little content on this man. IM WORKING WITH BREAD CRUMBS, WAKE UP I BEG

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INSTA FEED AS NAGI'S GF

note: this has been marinating in my drafts for forever so I decided to just post it.

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imfr(y/n): he thinks he's cute lmfao

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seishiro_n: don't act like I'm not your current wallpaper

[reply] imfr(yn): shhh

lukewarm_rin: wake up and break up

[reply] imfr(y/n): I'm in your moms dms as we speak

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imfr(y/n): Thank you for all the support in 2days game, love you all (+ the trophy) ❤.

seishiro_n: you kicked ass today wtf

[reply] imfr(y/n): it's because I could hear you screaming from across the stadium 🥱

reomikage: I might need a hearing aid now seishiro_n

[reply] seishiro_n: I wasn't that loud.

[reply] imfr(y/n): you could barely speak this morning LMFAO

Isagi.fr: I never seen him with so much energy b4

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imfr(y/n): goofy lil shit ( romantically )

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LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU

warning: nfsw + fem!reader

summary: He was a typical workaholic who enjoyed the thrill of his job. Many claim that he never smiles but only those who he unveils his cold facade to would beg to differ. His eyes always sought out for order that needed to be restored but when he first laid them upon you, he held nothing but romantic intentions. But when he's away from you for to long, he needs a stress reliever he can always count on.

note: note proofread

I'm so down bad for this man that I came out of hibernation just to write about him. anyways enjoy!

He was always on the go, always ready to assist in any situation that my cause his beloved city harm. He had a very strong presence, one that demanded respect and cooperation from those who witnessed him perform his day to day tasks. He was phenomenal at what he did, leaving many in awe as they couldn't help but feel safe in his presence.

His eyes were always on the search to restore balance wherever needed as his stern and authoritive gaze was rather effective at many things, one of them was to enforcing the law while the other was leaving your panties absolutely soaked.

"m-missed you so bad Gerpard..."

You were currently in a heated make out session in the comfort of your shared bedroom. It started with innocent touches before your hands shamelessly lusted for the one another, always you managing to spark such a fire in him first. The exotic exchange of oxygen somewho managing to leave you both breathless, your body was already littered with love bites wherever his mouth made contact with your skin.

Today exchange of pleasantries was due to the time intervals between each time he left your body trembling in pleasure becoming longer and longer then the last. As expected his job is rather demanding, him being given a mission almost everytime he breathed made it harder and harder for him to return home to your warm and loving embrace each time he was dismissed.

He was the definition of warrior in the streets and loving in the sheets but when he needs a desperate recharge he seeks the warmth of your walls, squeezing around him so tightly while hearing you moan oh so sweetly. He was currently slipping you out of your very skimpy silk night dress as your panties were next in line. He slipped in two fingers with ease as it seems you had gotten needy during his sexual absence.

"I barely even have to touch you... "

He already has you seeing stars with you desperately clench onto his shoulder at how persistent he was at targeting those spots deep inside you with ease. He wasn't much of a talker in such sinful acts but boy did his actions make up for it.

"C-Cumming!"

He then slides his fingers out as he licks his fingers covered in your arousal, making sure you could see just how much he enjoyed the little rewards. He then hovers on top of you as he postions you into a mating press, you knees getting closer and close to your chest.

"m going to be a little rough today princess... tell me if it's to overwhelming for you..."

He says before kissing your forehead almost as an apology in advanced. He hooks the back of your knees over his shoulder as he strokes himself a few times, the smearing of his own pre cum making him let out a light moan at the feeling. He then slides in painfully slow to ensure that you felt the way he stretched your cunt out so well as his girth hand your toes curling.

Once he bottoms out he gives you time to adjust due to no amount of times of you taking him being enough to numb that tiny sting of pain. You then give him the greenlight and he starts to thrust slowly two or three times, in and out of your cunt, to test the waters before his pace quickens.

"mmm fuck...!"

The longer he went, the sooner both your bodies were covered in a sheer layer of sweat as his dusty blonde hair started sticking to his forehead a bit. He then began to leave open mouthed kisses all over your face as you were already a babbling mess due to his ministrations. The sound of skin slapping almost pornographic as his tip kissed your womb repeatedly.

He was so deep as it was evident from your belly budge of his big, fat cock. he pressed down on it, gradually adding pressure as he wanted you to cum so hard on his cock to the point that you would be sucking out all his pent up sexual frustration.

"Ah.. can feel you in my belly Gepard!"

You say as your arch your back off the mattress at how hard your orgasm hit you, feeling shock was all over your body from the impact. You were so tight now, practically trying to milk him for every second he wasn't embedded deep within your walls, just a few more sharp thrusts and he followed soon after you. His load was more than usual as some of it mixes with all the other love juices you both shared as it soaked your sheets.

He then gave you a passionate little kiss before pulling out of you completely, still a bit sensitive form his release.

"Hope I wasn't to much this time..."

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SOMETHINGS NEVER CHANGE

warnings: blood + suggestive - !nfsw

summary: you had gotten used to your ex boyfriend's antics, the way he would pop out of nowhere and shower you with love just for him disappear from your grasp moments after. This time though, he was in a state you couldn't simply ignore.

note: fem!reader x kaneki ken / not proofread

I barely see kaneki smut so here you go <3

Last October was the last time you saw him, it would almost worry you if it was anything new. You could wait for months, weeks if you cared the slightest, not a text or a letter, heck not even an e-mail just to notify you about his whereabouts.

The cycle became sickingly repetitive. He would disappear without a trace or a single word uttered, would swoop in from nowhere and tell you the sweetest little lies right next to your ear that you fall for each time. Like a forbidden lullaby that lulls you to sleep, to enter a world of dreams that will never be reality.

It was far past noon as the stars twinkled in the sky, a pretty canvas hidden behind your thick, heavy curtains hanging by your bedroom window. You were in the confinement of your bed, sheets wrinkled and your blanket resting just under you shoulder, both hands being placed on the side you faced. You had just ended a typical late shift which slowly began to mess with your sleeping schedule, sleep deprivation knocking restlessly at your door every night. It was the main reason why you were up, a warm glass of milk proving to be useless at your awake.

Before you could even try to enter the world of slumber, you hear the sliding of your bedroom window accompanied by a loud thud as well as faint sounds of labored breathing. You paided no mind to it at first, assuming it was one of the many sleep paralysis demons that came to stir up your thoughts and fears once in a while. But that thought was somehow thrown out the window as the strong sent of blood filled your nostrils.

Your eyes shoot open as you jolted out of the blankets. Mentally cursing yourself for not making sure your window was locked before your went to bed. You stand upright as you try to follow the scent, those pants from earlier getting louder yet softer as you walked cautiously. The closer you got, the more your eyebrows seemed to furrow in disgust but what you saw after was something you could never prepare for.

"...Kaneki?"

Your eyes take note of white hair and a black mask with human like teeth adorned on it. The said man laid on his back, arms draped over his eyes and stomach as small puddle of blood formed near his torso, light from the open window emitting a gentle glow. He lowers his arm, titling his head to look up at you who was still standing on two feet. His eyes look hazy and extremely clouded, as if he was trying his best to stay conscious.

"...Y/N? Ha, Amusing. I came here purely on muscle memory, Arg-!!"

He groans at his attempt to sit up, cause a large spike of pain through his system. He still succeeded, one knee propped up as the other laid flat, an arm dangling from one knee and the other keepinghim upright. He looks down at his lap as you still stand there frozen, all the words you wish to say suddenly stuck in your throat.

"Why are you here."

You ask firmly, all this earns is a soft chuckle from his end.

"It's cute when you try to sound angry, Y/N."

"I'm serious. And why are you bleeding-"

He finally looks up at you as he senses very sutle hints of worry in your tone, he almost sighs in relief at the discovery.

"I was being chased down. They managed to pierce right through my torso but I managed to kill him and flee in time, before his subordinates could come and find me."

"So you so you chose to seek refuge in my home?"

"Subconsciously, yes."

You clench your fist as an attempt to hide your rising anger, venom coursing through your veins as all you could do was sigh.

"How unfortunate that you survived, it would of lifted a burden from my shoulders if you did."

He stays silent, very much aware of the rocky relationship you two had. Former lovers that split due to him being a live bounty, aching to be knocked off many people's hit list. He was a ghoul, a high ranked one in fact. He kills to survive and all the horrible little details in between. He originally left to protect you, from him and the many other disastrous consequences that followed. But like they say, old habits die hard.

He couldn't stay away from you for to long, his body ached just to get some sort of contact with you, your body on his, sexually or not. He loved you dearly, but he knew you wouldn't believe him, not after how selfish he has been lately and he dreads it so so much.

You noticed he spaced out for a bit which made you feel the faintest bit of guilt. You would be lying if you said you resented him entirely, Mostly would be a better word to describe the feeling. You let out a heavy sigh as you distance yourself from him, walking into your bathroom to fetch the mini first aid kit to hopefully stop his wound from staining your wooden floors. As you re-enter your bedroom you noticed that he hasn't moved an inch, the slow rising and falling of his chest acting as the only indicator that he was still alive. Your eyes dot to the puddle causing your face to drop slightly.

'Isn't he able to heal instantly? How bad of a fight did he get himself into...'

The wrapping of bandages slowly turned to the lingering of touches. Your thumb was gliding over is bloodied, bottom lip. Palm resting on his check as he instinctively nuzzled closer to the source of warmth, tears cascading down his cheek. Because of where his wound was, he had to take his shirt off which was currently equivalent to a bloodied rug. One of your knees were placed between his legs as the other was on his side. He was crying for a bit, nothing but murmured apologizes and words of your name falling off his lips.

Occasional sniffles coming from his end as you just stared back with nothing but an impassive expression, but behind your facade you were just as vulnerable. You heart swelled as you saw nothing but sincerity in his words.

"I love yo- hiccup, more than anything."

"..."

"Please."

You somehow felt guilty now, all he's pleas started to make you rather hot and bothered. You bite you lip as you trail your bloodied thumb down to his chin, your breath hitching as your thoughts seem to get darker and darker, lustful even.

"Show me."

You manage to say with a very soft voice, barely louder than whisper. He's eyes focus on yours, brain torn in two to try and interpret your words, to make sure he got the right hidden message.

As if to encourage him, you straddle his legs properly, slow with your movements just to test the waters. As if mimicking your movements, he slowly places his his hands on your waist, squeezing the soft flesh with his eyes heavily focused on you and your reactions. You shudder at this and sink down on his clothed crotch, palm of your hands now placed on both sides of his neck. You move your hips in a circle which erupts a soft groan from him that made your head spin, his hold now moving to your hips to assist with your ideas.

"Mmm just like that, love."

The vulnerable state Kaneki was in was long gone, his mind clouded with nothing but the warmth of you engulfing him whole. You were riding him, actually he was making you ride him as he moved your hips for you, suckling your neck and nipples while leaving open mouthed kisses that made you shudder. He was happy you were still as tight as he remembered, assuring him that you haven't been entertaining anyone else during his absence. I mean he wouldn't blame you if you did, you were no longer his to claim but the thought just made his blood boil.

The lewd sounds of body exchanged was all that filled the air other than your pretty moans of his name, telling him how good he felt inside you. You mouth was agape as tears hung on your eyelashes, mind almost going blank as his pace increased. Hickeys covered your thighs and neck as you managed to leave a few on his neck as well. Bloody kisses could be seen on your perky nipples and lips, the metallic taste foreign to your taste buds but you couldn't help but to lick your lips.

He stares at you with lust and adoration as you whined after each thrust, like you always did when you took him. He let's out an airy chuckle as you begin to push him towards your chest.

"Somethings never change, huh."

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[feizon]

BACK MUSCLES

warnings: a bit suggestive - !(n?)sfw

summary: if you where to name one thing you loved most about your boyfriend (excluding his "wonderful" personality), you would say it was his back. Lucky for you, he loves to feed your addiction.

note: fem!reader x itoshi rin / not proofread

It was just something that happened unwillingly. From the moment you first saw him slip his jersey off from over his head after an intense training session had you weak in the knees. It was a sight that you could watch over and over again without fail and the sensation stuck each time you witnessed it. The way his chiseled back muscles flexed and contoured with every movement of his body, sweat glistening ever so deliciously, you felt light headed especially when he was in those tight tight vests and turtle necks he owned.

It was a normal day after practice, you dragged your feet left and right as you internally slouched from exhaustion. Your heavy maroon duffel bag weighing on your right shoulder as you fiddled with your fingers and keys to your apartment with nothing but the thought your bed clouding your thoughts. You swing your door open with all your might as your palm lingers a little to long against the door as your try to clear your already blurred vision.

After a few minutes of trying to adjust to your surroundings, locks of raven, black hair were caught at the very corner of your eye. You turn around to close the door shut as you make your way towards the source, dropping your bag to the ground with a large thud along the way. You enter you humble living room as you were greeted with a yoga mat and a particularly tall man stretching shirtlessly, back facing you which caused your brain to short circuit within seconds.

Of course it wasn't some random stranger who somehow entered your house. It was you arrogantly athletic boyfriend who you gave your spare key too, obviously to use for emergencies.

"R-Rin?"

"Ah, your back lovebug."

You shudder at the nickname that he gave you with context to a rather long story, but the sight before had you internally ascending to the heavens.

"W-Why are you in my house- Actually!! Why are you doing yoga in the middle of my living room?"

You ask with furrowed brows as you quickly shake your mind out of the gutters. He simple shrugs at your questions and pulls out a key from his back pocket, hand raised mid-air and bicep contracted as the keycharm jiggled from the motion.

"My place is currently going under renovations and I needed a place to stay within short notice. Sorry for the sudden intrusion but technically this is an emergency, right?"

He "asks" with one of his brows raised and that typical mocking smile plastered on his face he shares with you and you only. All you could do was let out a heavy sigh.

"How long exactly do you plan to stay for? A week? Two-"

"A month."

"..."

Calm teal eyes clash with (e/c) as a sudden silence engulfs the two of you. Pending three dots could be seen on top of your heads as the staring intensified ever so slowly. You had worn your red, white and blue long sleeves volleyball jersey and a pair of black biker shirts that covered just below your inner thigh. It was form fitting and tight, emphasing all the right curves of your body, a true blessing in the eyes of your lover.

You bite your lip as you realize he was no different from you, checking you out with the sutlest hits that were hard to pin point. You gulp as the top of your checks turn a rosy red as you try to avert your eyes to anywhere but his abdomen, earning a airy chuckle from his end which was a blessing to your ears.

"Don't act all shy on me now. Your gaze is quite heavy when my back is facing you yk..."

You begin to choke on your own thoughts at your sudden exposure as he quickly yet confidently closes the gap between the two of you until there is only about 4 or so centimeters left. He towers over, the sudden smallness you felt despite being one of the tallest members of your team sent butterflies raging in your stomach. He hooks his arms rightfully round your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, you instinctively place your arms horizontally on his back as your mini pedicure gently scratched the rea causing him to grunt very softly.

Your suddenly conscious of the mirror placed in front of you which gave you a heavenly view of his back which left you starstruck. The position he was in contoured his muscles oh so sinfully yet in all the best way possible. As the silence continued, his hold on you tightened as did yours. The only sound reaching your ears was the sound of labored breathing and probably your heart beating out of your chest. You gulp as your face felt hotter and hotter by the second, what he says next to your ear in hot, airy breaths only adding fuel to your fire.

"Is this convincing enough to let me stay, or do you have a certain position in mind you want to see my physic in, lovebug."

@feizon

[feizon]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

warnings: none - !sfw

summary: y/n is a volleyball star who's teammate happens to be obsessed with a certain team's striker. For her friends birthday, she decides to get her a signed jersey but ends up trending because of a specific "encounter".

note: fem!reader x nagi seishiro / (f/v) = favorite vehicle / not proofread

'I can't believe I'm fucking doing this...'

Yet here I was, driving myself in my (F/V) to a football stadium which I swore I would never step foot in since the age of 12.

Despite my better judgement, I didn't really have a choice since I already had a #11 football jersey that need to be signed and a bought ticket which is probably worth my rent right now. I wish I was joking.

"Holy crap- there's barely any parking."

I step out of my vehicle with my (F/C) sweatshirt, sunglasses and black biker shorts as well as my (F/C) sneakers to match. My hood and sunglasses where on to hide as much of my identity as possible, the last thing I need was my face trending all over twitter about me going to a football stadium despite my open dislike for the sport.

I walk in, submit my ticket, enter the actual stadium and finally take my seat in the best row possible. The jersey was in my leather, black backpack which had a volley ball charm and random cartoon character keychains and stickers all over it from carnival prizes. I sit with my arms crossed as I wait for the players to make their entrance. A large cup of (F/D) and a bucket of popcorn by my side to numb my misery for the next 90 mins, it's not like I hate the sport with every fibre of my being, It's actually the fans. If you ask me basketball is definitely superior, second to volleyball, but that's not a conversation people will ever be ready to talk about.

The football players start to walk into he field as the stadium gets noisier by the second. People cheering and chanting as I simply sit down and munch on my buttered popcorn.

'Thank goodness that these people aren't in my line of vision.'

Amongst the teams fileing in, I notice a tall (like really tall) white haired man make their way onto the pitch. I lift my sunglass up slightly and narrow my eyes just to make sure I'm seeing things clearly. He has large gray eyes that you would expect to be full of expression but hold literally not a hint of interest in them. I look down at his uniform and notice the #11 written in large on the back of his jersey, my mouth drops as I realize that my friend might actually be on to something.

"He's actually beautiful, wtf."

I mumble low enough so no one else could here. I quickly snap out of my trance as the voices of the crowd screaming snap me back to reality. A sudden pit of nervousness could be felt in my stomach as my eyes continue to follow his every move. For a split second, I notice him looking towards my direction as I pull the drawstrings of my hoodie to hide myself from embarrassment.

'Ok.. so maybe this might be A LOT harder to do than I thought. Should of just bought a signed jersey on Amazon.'

The match finally ends with the screaming of fans from my side of the stadium as the counter finally hits 90:00. My mouth dropped, TO. THE. GROUND. As I try to process wtf just happened. A specific athlete managed to score the winning goal within the last 3 min, made 4 goals beforehand and manages to look as if what he did was normal. Anyone could tell that I was visibly shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins simply by watching.

'THAT WAS SO- THAT WAS SO-'

I didn't know if it was my speechlessness or the running of a bunch of fans, trying to get a closer look at the winning team, that caused me to stutter so much. I blink a few times before I grab all my things and run just as quickly as them towards the same direction. The set up was like the one you would see in concerts, silver railing that reached just above my torso and many others to prevent fans from getting any closer.

I quickly grab the jersey from the safety of my backpack as I noticed a specific player about to enter my line of sight.

'I will get this signature, EVEN IF ITS KILLS ME!!'

But as if my motivation was some sort of sin, one of the many fans begins to constantly nudge me in the shoulder with her elbow as another does the same on the other side of where I stood. I lightly curse to myself as I begin to nudge them back. The nudging escalated until I was shoved forward harshly, causing the cheap railing to break, my hood and glasses falling off in the process as well. I close my eyes shut as I await to be greeted by the cold, hard floor. But to my surprise, (probably not yours lol) I don't. And it scares the shit out of me more.

I quickly cling to the piece of fabric shielding my face from a very toned chest as I feel a gentle set of arms wrap around my shoulders. I internally shudder at the sudden context as I mentally curse myself out, the grip on the jersey long gone as I finally find the courage to look up at the person who saved me from becoming the next meme of the month.

I'm met with a pair of gorgeous grey eyes, opened wide probably because of the sudden reveal of my identity or the quality of the railing.

'Kill me now.'

I give him a nervous close-eyed smile as his eyes casts over to the now wrinkled #11 jersey on the floor, his brows furrowed in the process.

"Haha, you wouldn't mind signing that right? It for a friend yk..."

@feizon