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fairy-writes · 1 month

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Hii, can i request a oneshot of Ayato (tokyo ghoul) with an investigator reader?

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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Kirishima Ayato x Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, CCG Investigator!Reader, Human!Reader, Angst

Notes: Ayato is :re age in this (so around his 20s for those who haven’t finished :re (like me lol))

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You should’ve known this was going to happen.

You stare blankly at the packet in front of you, a big bold “CLASSIFIED” stamped in red across the front. You had gone through it already before the meeting, only to go through it yet again in the meeting to make sure nothing was missed.

Not that you would miss anything. No, no, no, you were too good at your job for that.

Which is probably why they assigned you this mission. Because you were one of the best, not the best—that was reserved for Arima Kishou. But you were still an accomplished Special Class Investigator despite being in your twenties.

But that didn’t matter right now. Or maybe it mattered more than anything in the world.

Because you were being forced to kill your lover.

The packet weighs heavily in your leather satchel on the bus ride home, but you refrain from opening it again to shield the classified information from prying eyes. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out, your heart sinking.

“Ayato <3”

You swipe your thumb across the screen, sending the call to voicemail. Almost immediately, Ayato calls back but you do the same thing.

And again.

Until…

“Boy troubles?” Comes an older woman’s voice, and you jump, turning to face her. She looked sympathetic, watching you with big eyes filled with sadness and warmth. You feel unexpected tears well up in your eyes,

“Something like that.” You sniffle, and her eyes soften.

“It’ll be okay, dearie, just talk it out with him, yeah? That’s how my husband and I did it for sixty-three years.” She smiled encouragingly, and you let out a watery laugh.

“I’ll give that a go,” you mumble and shake hands. “Thank you,” You say, and she pulls you into a hug.

“Everything will work out in the end.” She promised, and the two of you parted ways.

Ayato is waiting for you at the train station. You spot him almost immediately after getting off the train, just as he spots you. He pushes through the crowd until you are facing each other.

“What did I do?” He demands, and you sigh, all your previous thoughts rushing back.

Your mission.

Your job.

You had to kill him or face the consequences yourself.

Could you even do it?

“Nothing.” You say and brush past him, intent on walking home. He follows you, boots kissing the heels of your dress shoes. His anger is palpable, making a shiver run down your spine at his dangerous emotions. He was infinitely stronger than you, being an SS-Class ghoul. You were pretty sure he’d stand no chance against Arima Kishou, but you? You’d need help from your team, but you were supposed to be the leader of this execution.

The two of you didn’t say a word until you got to your apartment. The second the door shut and you locked your various locks, Ayato was in front of you, hands on his hips and demanding an answer.

“Why are you upset?” He asks, and you toe off your shoes and hang your coat in the closet.

“I’m not upset.” You try, and he scoffs,

“Bullshit. I can tell you’re upset about something. You never send me to voicemail unless I screw up or something happened at work.” You set your work bag on the dining table, the heavy papers inside thumping against the wood.

“Can we not do this right now?” You say, pouring all your weariness into your voice. He arches an eyebrow and, thankfully, doesn’t say another word.

You wake up a couple of hours later when Ayato slides into bed beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He noses the back of your neck, inhaling your scent in a way that was comfortable to him. You close your eyes again, feeling tears welling up yet again as you try not to cry.

You didn’t want to kill him.

You weren’t even sure that you could.

“I looked in your bag.” He mumbles, and your heart stops.

“You—”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I was worried.” He says and squeezes you tight, pecking the back of your neck.

“But that meant you saw my case file—” He cuts you off gently, and you feel your soul cry,

“I’m not mad. I want you to know that. It was bound to happen anyway.” He says, and that makes you turn to face him. He presses a kiss to your mouth and you can taste the coffee on his lips.

It was almost funny how much he had changed. You knew from his sister that he used to be a brash and obnoxious teenager who was extremely violent and ruthlessly slaughtered investigators and humans alike.

It was a wonder he fell in love with you at all.

#ayato kirishima x reader #kirishima ayato x reader #ayato x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader #tg x reader #tg #tokyo ghoul #kirishima ayato #ayato kirishima #fairy writes

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shewhoeatssand · 1 year

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WHY TG BOYS ARE SHIT BOYFRIENDS

I come up with the best topics for posts

Hide 🌞 : axe body spray, probably loves Kaneki more than you, has nicknamed your boobs, has also nicknamed Kaneki’s boobs

Shuu 💐 : introduces you to his entire extended family after less than a month, spams you if he hasn’t heard from you in a week, his house is so so big you will get lost in it very fast (not his fault but still annoying)

Suzuya 🔫 : thinks shoplifting 10 bags of candy is a good date idea, has killed someone in front of you and then desperately tried to explain why it was actually okay because the guy was wearing crocs

Marude 🏍 : refuses to use public transport after having his bike stolen, won’t stop talking about how much he misses his bike, yell-y

Shinohara 😊 : prints out minion memes and shows them to you

Nishiki 🦎 : is ginger, immediately wants to make out with you and have hot ghoul sex after eating a raw lung, easily irritated

Ayato (:re) 🤬 : doesn’t know what a period is and thinks you’re making it up, bullies people on roblox, can be so rude sometimes

Kaneki (pre aogiri) 🥺 : describes everything in incredible detail when he doesn’t like something, will make his best attempt to be talking to you all the time (even when you are pooping) and thinks you hate him if you ask to be left alone, scarily average dick

Kaneki (post aogiri) 🐙 : sleeps on top of you and makes you so sweaty, won’t shut up about fitness and getting stronger, wears a mask with a smile for hours at a time, probably ghosting you by this point tbh (there’s a lot wrong with him so I might make a separate post about why he sucks)

Yoshimura ☕️ : really wholesome, but can’t be dated because a) I’d assume you’re not a boomer b) can’t take hints and c) misses Ukina ;-;

Koma 👹 : he’s actually pretty great and very fun but he brags about how good his coffee is and also about anything else he can think of

Uta 🎭 : eats people’s eyes in front of you and says “it’s okay because they aren’t real, they’re halloween decorations!”, also ate a plastic spider to prove this to you, mind games, spooks you from behind the corner all the time and it gives you anxiety

Amon ✝️ : refuses to kiss with tongue or see you naked until marriage, takes up too much space on the bed, keeps doing long ass speeches about “doing what is right” after killing a guy with a wife and 3 kids

Shikorae 🫠 : doesn’t sit still long enough to have a conversation that makes any sense whatsoever, has so many issues to the point where idk if you’d even be able to befriend him unless it’s by feeding him coffee grounds

Takizawa (pre :re) 🥺: makes everything a competition, disney kid, insists that you have a glass of milk every day

Takizawa (post :re) 🦉: never sleeps, an actual cat, bites your hand, smelly, insists that you have a glass of milk every day

Urie 😶 : first name is “cookie”, punches a hole in the wall when he doesn’t get an award after a raid and someone else does, hides important stuff from you

Shirazu 🦈 : sooooo cool but he can’t spell so you have to edit all his emails for him

Naki 😎 : loud while playing fortnite battle royale, also screams while playing any horror games but insists he should keep playing them, his reading capabilities have the power to instantly kill a literature major

Hanbee 🎩 : unironically loves licorice, absurd fashion, also eats the licorice with a super fancy fork kept in a little fork bag he carries everywhere labeled “the licorice suitcase”

Tatara 🤯 : is always busy so you can’t spend much time together, one time a cat meowed at him and he meowed back in the most serious voice, penis is actually too big to fit inside 😔

Mutsuki 😇 (before the insane shit happened): you have to kill all the spiders, very clingy and has similar issues to pre-aogiri Kaneki, puts cinnamon on a lot of things that don’t really need cinnamon

Arima 🌨 : cold, you’ll never truly know about him, not very open, a general mystery to the point where you don’t even know if he’s actually your boyfriend

Haise 🐼 : BAD PUNS, insists that he spends every afternoon and evening with you instead of doing his work so he ends up doing it super late into the night and gets tired in the morning, too easy to manipulate and too eager to please (kind of an issue with all the Kanekis really), sometimes he talks to the wall or makes a sour face for no reason

~~~~ BONUS ~~~~

Yamori 🕺 : sadistic torturer (obvious part), his farts smell so incredibly bad that you have to evacuate the room while he wonders wtf is going on (not so obvious), unfixable

OS! Kaneki 😎 : walks around shirtless in winter, sometimes he doesn’t even wear pants, touches your boobs randomly and it gets old real fast

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captain-astors · 11 months

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omg hihi, if you still take requests, how abt :re ayato?? ^^

Truly a character.

#ayato kirishima #kirishima ayato #tokyo ghoul #tg:re #my art

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philosophy-whore · 1 year

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TG characters as Florida man headlines

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul:re #tg #ken kaneki #touka #suzuya juuzou #kirishima ayato #uta

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elmaxlys · 2 months

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TG Sexyman Poll - Final: Kirishima Ayato VS Amon Koutarou

Ayato is an executive of Aogiri Tree and Amon is a CCG investigator turned into a one-eyed ghoul.

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#kirishima ayato #amon koutarou #tg sexyman poll #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul:re #tg #tgre #tg re #tg:re #ayato kirishima #koutarou amon #my poll #polls #haha their initials are inverted

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tatatatatara · 8 months

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Hearing that Tatara and Houji is getting married

The "I don't care about marriage but YAY FREE FOOD" gang: Naki and Suzuya

The "bridesmaids on standby: Akira and Tomoe

The "wtf they haven't killed each other yet???": Taki and Ayato

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tatara #houji kousuke #houtata #tomoe yumitsu #seidou takizawa #juuzou suzuya #naki tokyo ghoul #kirishima ayato #mado akira

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uriekukistan · 2 months

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What languages do you think your favourite TG characters speak :0

wait okay so this is funny bc i have hcs that a lot of characters are illiterate bc so many of them didnt go to school, but anyway

urie the type of guy to speak fluent english but pretend he doesn’t when he visits the us just to piss off americans. respect bro

i think that eto is a hyper-polyglot. she speaks like 12 languages for no reason. she would learn languages that are known for being difficult, like thai or something just to flex.

in canon, hide tried to learn english to understand a song he liked, so i think he definitely at least knows basic english. following that, he probably tried to learn spanish and/or korean after finding some artists he liked (in my mind its bad bunny and twice).

ayato and touka think that kanji is enough foreign language for them (juuzou too)

akira probably learned french or italian. she just gives that vibe.

after kaneki told hinami that kanji comes from chinese characters, she probably tried learning mandarin. she thinks its cool how she can tell what some characters mean without looking them up because of the kanji she knows, but also forgets their pronunciation sometimes (me too)

nishiki is a science person so he probably learned latin to know like. stuff idk im not a science person i just know latin is useful for that.

in my mind saiko likes kpop, so she probably learned korean. not from a conscious effort, just from consuming media.

why can i see kaneki learning some ancient language? not latin, that’s too mainstream. like sanskrit or something. hieroglyphics. idk he just strikes me as the type. but also he references kafka so much in the beginning of the manga, i bet he learned german just to read him in his original language

shirazu the type of guy to do the duolingo klingon course. idk i hc him as a big sci fi guy, so i can just see him doing it.

mutsuki doesn’t actually know how to speak anything other than japanese, but he learns other languages scripts because he thinks they’re cool or pretty. he’s particularly fond of georgian and thai scripts. spends a lot of time making his handwriting super pretty.

takizawa just looks like the type of guy to learn german. idk why, he just. pre-ghoul takizawa looks like all the dudes who major in german at my uni

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #urie kuki #eto yoshimura #hideyoshi nagachika #kirishima ayato #touka kirishima #akira mado #hinami fueguchi #nishiki nishio #saiko yonebayashi #kaneki ken #ginshi shirazu #tooru mutsuki #seidou takizawa

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paper-materialz · 10 months

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Colored manga panel from Tokyo Ghoul ch 52

#colored panel #manga coloring #colored manga #manga cap #manga panel #manga #original content #manga edit #tokyo ghoul manga #tokyo ghoul x reader #sui ishida #ayato kirishima #Tokyo ghoul ayato #kirishima ayato #TG #TG manga #touka’s brother #kagune

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maissafespace · 1 year

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But I want you.

Ayato Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: when the princess acts on her attraction for her royal knight, the only thing she can do is hope for all to go well.

Request: hello i will sell my soul for any sort of ayato kirishima content you can think of, im starving and i have consumed everything to be found on tumblr its unhealthy

Warnings: forbidden relatiosnhip. knight!ayato, princess!reader. nsfw. brat!reader, experienced!ayato, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male receiving), scratching, degradation kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie. light angst.

A/n: I don't know what this is, but I've never read Ayato outside of canon so I wanted to try, maybe make this an AU of which I will do other stories about just because lol but i agree i was starving for Ayato content as well anon, so i hope you like it really! I tried my best lol XD

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As the princess of the kingdom who just reached legal age, your coming of age ball would occur soon for all guests to arrive and so would the different amount of wealthy men asking for your hand in marriage in order to also better their status and position in society.

You weren't really consulted on the proposals, it was up to your parents, mostly your mother to look over the most convenient proposal.

So, you had given up on it for quite a while, your caretaker and ladies in waiting had started to explained the duties you would need to satisfy as a wife and while it was a bit embarrassing at first, those deeds soon were pestering your mind day and night.

For a single man that was always near you.

Ayato Kirishima had entered and trained for the knighthood for his entire life, he was under the responsibility of your family's butler so he entered the palace quite young, only two years your senior.

It had started years ago as a mere crush on the boy, a blessing upon you since the window of your room would face the training grounds, your young self would look out for hours to see the boy train, drenched in sweat and panting with a flushed body.

You tried to stay away for some time, never look at him by your window anymore, occupying yourself in activities that would have you on the complete opposite sides of the palace. But he never left entirely, he would send those smiles that had your heart flutter, he'd help you around and more than once was assigned as your knight during trips, leaving him closer than ever.

With time that crush instead of fading became heavier, deeper and in some way worse when he seemed to exchange the interest positively. He’d talk to you, help you, touch you and made you laugh, he was always close.

That is why, right now, you found yourself in your room during the night trying to keep your composure and not touch yourself with all the knowledge that was bestowed upon you and think about your future husband being him.

It had to fade away as soon as possible, as a heir you knew the possibility of him ever being a match was below zero, unfortunately.

Your infatuation had to disappear.

Asking friends for advice was the next step, how to get a man out of your head, or a desire as you told them, and probably the worse advice was given to you. One that made you doubt the friendships you had.

To have him and throw away, experience the desire to finally having the curiosity satisfied and never think about it anymore.

For a week that thought never left your mind, you would pass by him, he would bow but the only thought you had was to savor those lips, feel them on your skin, while your bodies united as one.

As your body submerged under the hot tub, feeling that warmth and crave deep in you, it wasn't something you could ignore anymore, it was a years in the building love you had for him, his abilties, his beauty and his personality.

Standing up from the tub, water drenched down your body and hair, now wet and shining with the oils your skin was washed with. Hinami, helped you with your robe and was going to do the same for your hair before you stepped away from her, back to the same window you stayed at a lot in your youth.

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

"Call Ayato Kirishima, I need to discuss something urgent with him." You said, and as Hinami nodded and exited the room, a bit of uneasiness and excitement built up in your core.

Your current robe was discarded for a new one, a sheer transparent robe that left nothing to the imagination. Your nipples were peeking against the fabric as well, your bosom stuck out barely covered by the hair falling on the front.

Minutes passed slow, spent on looking yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was seducing somehow. Your heart stopped for a moment when the door was knocked at and Hinami's voice was faintly heard.

"Let Ayato in and leave us, Hinami, I'll call for you later if needed." You yelled from the bathroom with composure.

The door clicked open and close, the sound of boots gracing your ears as you finally let go of your agitation and moved towards your room once again.

"Princess, Hinami told me I was needed for an urgent matter but I was not aware of any- " When his eyes fell upon you, his face hardened in a way, his jaw was prominent and his eyes seemed to glare at you rather than be pleased by the sight.

It didn't diminish the thrill in you. Walking up to him at mere centimeters of distance with an innocent smile that contradicted the rest of your body.

"It is indeed something urgent. You see, recently I've been informed time and time again of certain duties- sigh- for my imminent marriage. Though, these were referred to me by women, I was quite curious on a male perspective. Who would be better than you, my loyal knight?" You smiled at him, hands behind your back, popping your chest out a little.

His eyes slightly widened at the implications of your words. Going back to their stoic and neutral gaze seconds later. "I am sure you were already told enough, my lady. I cannot cross more lines than I already am by being here."

"I invited you here. You're not crossing any line that I did not ask you to. But if I am of incovenience, I will find someone else to help me out-"

"What is it that you need?" His voice was harsher and colder, your thighs clenched together at the tone and his eyes seem to register it after all.

"I need to learn the ways to properly pleasure a man, if you could teach me, I know you're experienced in women, it shouldn't be different to take me-" Your jaw hurt as his fingers pressed against it, lifitng you towards him, close to his face where your noses would almost touch.

"You are the princess, my lady, what you are asking is for me to treat you like a common whore, is that what you want?" Your head moved on its own, nodding for him, to have him as soon as possible, to let your desire flow out freely without hiding.

His lips crashed against yours right after, he held you hardly as his mouth moved roughly, a kiss that was reciprocated, sloppy and messy at the amount of need behind the both of you.

Your body and his felt burning against one another, your back arched, and your sounds began to echo in the room along the smacking of your lips, your chest pressed against his, heat pooled in you both at the skin contact separated with only two layers of clothing.

Nipples could be felt through the sheer robe, they hardened, hands started to fall around the hems of the fabrics, the robe being the first hitting the ground and his cotton training shirt following behind, letting you get a close up of the body you eyed every day for years, the body you wanted to feel the warmth of.

Hands roamed around, your on his chest, back and shoulders while his grabbed onto your every flesh possessively, gripping on your waist, hips, neck, nape, ass… he seemed like he wanted to memorize everything about it.

“Ayato-“ Whispering his name let you hear his groans out loud. You wanted to know for how long he wanted you as well, how he fantasized about you just as you did for him to react this way to your touch, to your voice…

His bulge was evident against your lower stomach, founding the courage and guided by your lust, your hand rubbed it, he pulled away from you hissing, squeezing a bit when the burning sensation of your scalp came as he pulled you from your hair.

It wasn’t pain, not at all that came with the action, but instead your thighs were squeezing together, trying to alleviate the need of him.

He noticed it, he noticed you, just like he always did all these years. A small smirk came onto his face, your flushed face, red and pink, with the glossy look in your eyes made him feel power over the member of royalty before him, let his ego being inflated.

“Down to your knees.” He pushed you down, his fingers going to the string of his pants, your mouth watered for him. “You asked for this, my princess. How to pleasure a man, how to be pleasured as a whore…” He leaned to kiss your lips once more before pushing into your mouth.

The taste passed any importance, your head felt dizzy as his hands guided your head back and forth down his length, your tongue moved around him, your moans mixing with his hisses and groans.

Millions of thoughts went through his mind, how did the sheltered princess that never touched a man, suck him off like a professional woman from the brothels. How did she lose all her innocence in his eyes with a single sight of her body.

As his hands cupped your face, he made you look up at him, your eyes close to tearing up but he had to stop to keep himself on edge at least. He groaned loudly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs almost gently before his hips thrusted forward.

You couldn’t help but gag, the tears threatening to fall down, were now rolling down your cheeks, your fingers dug into his legs for you to have something to latch on.

The roughness was arousing, he could do anything to you right now, your head wasn’t registering much. You just wanted him, as your first and maybe as your only one.

When he pulled out of your mouth, you were gasping for hair, your hands falling on the ground, essentially in a doggy position, your mouth hung open waiting for him, he couldn’t help but want to see your body trembling from an orgasm, have you under his complete control.

He kneeled in front of you, kissing your lips that still tasted of him with a devilish smile, lifting you up from your jaw and walking to your bed, bodies climbing and falling onto the silky sheets. Expensive fabrics that would now be tainted of you two.

His body hovered yours, lips connecting with his again, muffling down the moans that now escaped you as his fingers found their way to your intimacy.

Your legs tried to squeeze together at first, but were roughly opened up, shamefully spread on for anyone that could enter the room to look at you and how his fingers started to pump in and out of you.

One of your hand was gripping on the bed, moaning at the cold but pleasant feeling of his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling and pressing against your clit wonderfully, mixed with the squelching sound of your juices. “Ayato, Ayato, please-“ You whimpered against his lips.

“Wet like a slut, moaning like a bitch for me, is this what you did every day when looking at me from afar…” His voice was rough against your ear, lips against the lobe sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t think I’ve never noticed you. Did you touch yourself thinking of me? Calling for me? Just like you are doing now.” You could feel the smirk at his lips.

But you couldn’t do much, with his words and his actions he was sending you into a blurry minded state. You just nodded, whimpering as you felt the knot sensation in your core, arching your back a little, you knew he knew. He pressured more, pumping faster and deeper, rubbing down till you cried out his name.

You were scratching his back as he continued through your orgasm, your legs were spasming, but he chuckled. Pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your cum on your lower stomach and then leading them to your mouth to suck on.

That arousal heightened once again, your eyes were still full of lust and love. You reached out for his face, kissing him gently contrarily to all previous actions, he countered with the same gentleness, his tongue played with yours, his hand caressed your skin.

“Are you sure of this now?” He whispered asked you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Please, Ayato, I want it to be you.” Your voice cracked at the confession. He kissed you then, deeply and passionately. Spreading your legs apart once again as he positioned himself between them.

The tip of his cock slapped against your still sensitive clit, whining against his mouth you felt him rub himself around, picking up the natural lube. “It may hurt a little-“ He said lowly, you barely heard him as he thrusted in slowly.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, as your legs caged him with you as he sunk himself into you slowly. He groaned at the tightness and you let a few moans out of slight pain and pleasure. Feeling stretched open was a bit of a vague statement, it was not describable, even less when he started moving.

He pulled away from you, sitting up, looking down at your body, covered in love bites, hickeys and marks, he admired the disheveled form of you, it was perfect, he wanted to be the only one allowed to see this but it wasn’t something practical so he would just memorize it and enjoy this single time he’d have with you.

His arm wrapped around your under thigh, his other hand going to wrap itself around your neck as he accelerated his thrusts, smashing deeper and louder, noises bounced around the room, for everyone to probably hear the slapping of your skin to one another.

“My little whore is about to cum… already, I can feel you around me. Fuck, fuck-“ your walls were doing things to him. He let go of your leg, leaning over you still holding you around your throat.

Taking the chance your legs wrapped around his waist, you didn’t want him to ever separate from you and he held much of the same thought but it was far more complicated.

With his thrusts mere seconds passed before you came, he was close now as well as he fucked you through it, pussy that tried to milk him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “Let go, princess.” He said with a mean tone. “Y/N. Let go, I’m going to cum.” He warned, he was stern trying to pull away, but your conscious state of mind and your fucked out state of mind wouldn’t let him. You wanted all of him, your eyes screamed it and instead of stopping his hips continued.

“I-Inside-“ Your mouth was shut by his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down against your body as he finally went sloppier till he pushed deep, grunting against your mouth as he emptied himself in you while your third orgasm hit.

You felt like puddle, never in your life had you felt such pleasure.

The knight on the other hand was pushing down the voice that was telling him how much he had fucked up right then. But nothing felt this satisfying in a long time, this was a huge risk that made the thrill even more exciting and arousing.

He pulled out, he chuckled at your face distraught at the thought of him just leaving. Thoughts that disappeared as he turned you around, getting on your hands and knees, ass up and back arched as he pushed back in.

Holding you at your waist and hips, thrusting as if it wasn’t your first night, it felt like he was using your body, stuffing you with him. He was treating you like he said he would, and as you moved your hips back into his hungry for more, he continued spouting filth about you.

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

A few more orgasms happened till late at night, only once it was him cumming somewhere that wasn’t in you. Positions after positions, rough with breaks of gentleness, where you’d just hold each other and kiss. Making up for all the time you didn’t let yourself act on your attraction for him.

Falling into your slumber wasn’t something you were surprised but waking up without him was. You sat up abruptly when you couldn’t feel him beside you anymore, looking around the room till relaxing at the sight of him in front of the chimney.

The ache everywhere in your body didn’t matter, your feet tapped rapidly till your body only covered by his shirt hugged the back of his.

“I was scared you had left.” You mumbled against his skin.

He remained silent for a while. “You know we fucked up, right?” His voice was a big emotionless, you flinched a little but tightened your hold around him. “Doesn’t matter if I wanted it or you did.. fuck.”

He sighed, a hand going through his hair while your heart was clenching in fear of his words, not because of the risk but because he could distance himself from you. Tears were close to falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Ayato, I’m sorry.” You could say the only thing that could repair things, that could have him stay.

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

You rounded him, getting in front of him, not letting his eyes move from yours, you looked up at him, his hand automatically moved to your cheek, he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

Millions of feelings were flashing through both of your eyes, consequences would come and it could be in a form of a tiny human being or harsh punishment or maybe luck would be on your side and nothing would happen.

He leaned in, kissing you once more. “You will be arranged to marry in no time. This stunt was avoidable for both of us but you couldn’t help yourself, so you’re dragging me down with you.” He continued to peck your lips, hands holding around your waist.

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

“Is that an order?” Your stomach dropped looking at empty eyes, feeling the disappointment and guilt pooling up, a one night stand or a forceful relationship wasn’t what you wanted.

Your arms fell from his body, walking away from him, you threw his shirt back, leaving you bare without any care of it, climbing back into your bed. You said a single word out loud. “Leave.”

He stood there, hair covering his face, sighing heavily as he retrieved his shirt. He contemplated but went to you, laying a kiss on the top of your head as you hid under the sheets.

He didn’t say anything, he would suppress his feelings, the adrenaline was gone, reality sunk back in and too many things were at stake, it wasn’t too late to just stop it before it could go even deeper.

The door opened and closed behind him, that was when you could let the little whimpers out, muffling the cries, now it was on you to explain the marks on your body to the maids, it was on you to look after your heart as it was crashed and broken for the man that just left after showing all his emotions all night and taking the innocence you were allowing him to take.

You didn’t close your eyes till the morning after in hopes for him to come back to you and hold you.

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A Dangerous Dinner, Part 2

A/N: Here we go, Hinami getting gloriously gory but from Ayato's (absolutely, devastatingly smitten) perspective this time! I mean, he was close enough to her that Naki had to physically restrain him from making a doomed rescue attempt at the Auction, so we know how Ayato feels about Hinami.

He hops into the condemned building through an open second floor window, from the neighboring rooftop. It's an old, western-style apartment building. Good solid brick. Kind of a shame the city wants it torn down, the part of him not focused on the mission muses. The floorboards creak a little, and one of Hinami's followers sticks their head out of a doorway.

"Heyo. We've got the night watchman bagged, and we're gonna strip the place of as much as we can carry."

He nods his approval. Hinami's follower - I think he goes by Taka - gives a nonchalant half-salute, before scratching his stubbled chin poking out from under his falcon mask, where it leaves his mouth uncovered. Normally he'd turn and glare at the lack of respect, but they're not his crew to keep in line. Hinami's command structure and level of strictness are her own business.

And if he can't help the warm sparks of approval igniting in his chest at Hinami having followers, that's his own business.

He glances into another room where he can hear what sounds like a thorough ransacking - it looks like it was the night watchman's break room. The two women among Hinami's followers are shoving small appliances into duffel bags, along with any coffee in the cupboards. The coffee and coffee maker make perfect sense to him, but he's not sure about the rest - he sees a blender and an entire microwave disappear into one army surplus bag.

He's got another priority than helping with the post-kill plundering. He can smell blood wafting down through the stairwell, fresh - and maybe even still warm. I hope it is. He hops up the stairwell and steps out on the top floor, following the rich scent of an easy meal. He looks down the hall at Hinami.

The mission goes entirely out of his brain. The sparks of approval in his chest burst into flame, Hinami is the fire that warms him on all his cold nights. And if I got that from one of her sappy novels, that's my business, too.

He takes in the sight of her and stops cold for a moment - he's fairly sure this is the most aroused he's ever been in his entire life.

Blood, blood that he can tell is still warm, something about the hot-metal smell of it and the way it drips, mixed with something clear-ish and more watery, runs down Hinami's hands, drips down her chin, smears her cheeks, filling the room with a sweet scent. He sees what she's holding, half-eaten, in one hand. Oh, that's what the clear fluid is, she's eating the brain first. He looks at the coating of translucent, glistening red over her black lipstick and - her lips, slick with blood and brain fluid, delicious with it, feeling the moist warmth of her mouth, the softness, tasting the richness, the salt, the sweetness, the tingling tang of iron on his tongue and the smoky taste of her lipstick underneath it all--

He blinks the sudden fantasy away, awkwardly aware of how his face is now fever-hot behind his mask. He gives her a more emphatic nod, almost a bow. He's very impressed - along with the lust heating his face and quickening his pulse - seeing the timid, awkward girl who joined Aogiri when she could barely bring herself to hunt, with two bodies at her feet, a crew of followers, and a position as his equal.

There's some deep-rooted intuition rising in him, as he sees Hinami as a dangerous Aogiri Executive in her own right, who's looking up at him with a gory smile, teeth coated red to match her hands and face. Who can hunt and fight, who can stand on her own now - who would have his back, who he can trust while fighting for survival, who could hunt for him if he was injured. Who rarely looks like she enjoys being a ghoul - but right now she does, so unapologetic about what she is, even if it won't last afterwards. I want to see this Hinami more often. His intuition says "choose her."

My intuition sounds a bit like Eto sometimes, he muses, knowing very well Hinami admires the older woman deeply.

He makes simple, boring small talk about the job at hand as he tears his attention away from Hinami's inglorious feast and distracting scent, kneels and inspects the bodies, mentally tallying up and portioning out the meat. Still, one detail of the looting in progress downstairs keeps bugging him. He runs it over in his head and comes up dry - the blender and the microwave shoved into an army-surplus carry sack.

"By the way, why are they looting the watchman's break room?"

Hinami laughs, and now it's her and not his intuition that sounds a little like Eto - a laugh that's soft and warm and bright. Soft as blood running over skin, 37 degrees Celsius of warmth, bright as the almost-full moon beyond the blood-splattered walls. A ghoulish laugh, and even though he can't see her eyes behind her steel visor, he can hear how much she's enjoying her meal.

His own blood buzzes with equal parts attraction and reverence.

"It's almost November. Wouldn't you want a warm mug of blendered organs?"

He can practically hear his thoughts screech to a halt, for the second time around her tonight. His composure blows away with the breathy laugh that comes out, hot damp breath warming the skin beneath his mask. Hinami smiles at him once again as she reaches into the chest cavity of the body she's been eating. He can hear her digging around, can hear the blood vessels ripping as she tugs at something.

"We have a little while until anyone notices they're not answering their phones," she says, offhandedly, a beat, then, "Want to share a meal?" she asks, holding out a heart to him.

If he thought his face was too hot under his mask before, now the very thing that protects him feels stifling, hot and itchy with sweat that the padding can't absorb fast enough. He finds his gaze pulled to the fresh flow of blood trailing from her fingers to her wrist, leaking off the offered organ. She grew up among ghouls who tried to assimilate among humans. I hope she knows what this gesture means.

He'll just have to swallow his pride and ask.

"Uh," he hesitates, "You know what offering a heart means, right?"

"I'm not being subtle, Ayato-kun," she says, and there's a hint of vivid blush peeking out below her mask, around the blood slick on her cheeks.

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