#juuzou drabbles

[apollodarling-writes]

Hii, can i please ask for some fluff and comfort for Suzuya Juuzou (from Tokyo Ghoul) with a ghoul reader?

cws ; dissociation, hurt/comfort, trauma implications, established relationship, possibly ooc juuzo — it’s been like three years since i’ve watched tokyo ghoul, spoilers!!! , kind of short?

when juuzo showed up at your doorstep without so much as a text, you knew something was wrong. you could see it in the way his eyes were unfocused and red-rimmed, in the slight tremble of his hands, and the way his bottom lip quivered when he tore his gaze from the floor to meet yours. it was a drastic change from his usual bubbly and eccentric demeanor, and it worried you to see him in such a state.

your boyfriend had shown up clad in CCG gear, his knuckles white from the effort of holding onto his quinque, and based on the state of his appearance, you could only assume that he had one hell of an evening.

as juuzo met your gaze, a fire had been ignited. his features twisted into anger and grief, his lips curling back into a cruel snarl as he pointed the quinque at you. “if ghouls didn’t exist, then… shinohara-san would be okay, right?” he asks, his voice oddly calm despite the emotion swirling in his gaze.

your voice dies in your throat as you watch juuzo tilt his head at you, the sharp end of his quinque digging into the meat of your chest. your throat constricts, tears bubbling at your lashline as you open your mouth to speak.

“ghouls are abominations. all they know to do is take. just like that ghoul was going to take shinohara-san from me.” he murmurs, interrupting you as his weapon falls limp at his side.

you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod, opening your door further as you gesture for your distraught lover to come inside. a flicker of recognition passes through juuzo’s gaze as he peers into your apartment, a picture frame of your first date with him catching his attention. he swallows thickly, his trembling fingers gently reaching out to wipe away your tears.

that leaves you here, with a cold cup of tea on your coffee table and juuzo in your arms. he refused to talk about what happened earlier that night, but now that the sun had risen and he was seemingly out of tears to shed, the young man finally speaks up.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse and cracking. juuzo’s fingers idly toy with the hem of your shirt as he takes a deep breath. “i was so angry that i…“

juuzo’s voice trails off, his arms snaking around your midsection as he rests his head on your chest again. he doesn’t say anything more than that, simply opting to listen to the steady beat of your heart.

“you don’t have to talk about anything until you’re ready, juu.” you murmur, you fingers threading through his hair. you could piece two and two together — a mission went wrong and shinohara was hurt as a result. you knew how special that man was to juuzo, and you could understand why he was so upset.

juuzo quietly hums in response, his cold fingers reaching beneath your shirt to soak up the warmth your skin provided. as you gaze down at him, you recognize the way his eyes seemed unfocused — staring at everything and soaking in nothing. oh, juuzo.

you press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, feeling the way his breath shudders and a shiver wracks down his spine, his arms tightening around you as if you would disappear too.

“i love you, juu.” you whisper, unsure of what else to say. juuzo’s throat bobs as he swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“i love you too.”

[ghoulkxng]

mention @achroanimus makishima. a ficlet continuation of this thread The sound of rain pouring echoed off the roof of Juuzou room, as Juuzou made his way in. “damn fox..” he uttered under his breath. He would have continued chasing after the fox, but the pouring rain, and the decreasing sight of his vision, caused him to lose the ghoul, after being struck with his own throwing knife. Sighing, he made his way to his bathroom, sitting down on the bathtub side, moving his left hand down to remove the blade. He kept it in on his way back, as he knew he would bleed more if he removed it, without the means of stitching it up. And the last thing he wanted was to look like a fool who passed out from blood loss in the pouring rain.

Though, he was glad it didn’t pierce any deeper than it did. Any deeper it would have struck an internal organ, which, he knew then he would have had to get surgery to get it fix. He did not want to go through that hassle of heading to the hospital. It was embarrassing to him to be injured almost too easily by a ghoul.

Getting up, he made his way over to the medicine cabinet where he kept the alcohol, the needle, and threads. Grabbing a white thread, a needle, and the alcohol bottle. He made his way back over to the bathtub. He took off his suspenders before removing the jacket and then the shirt that was under it. Placing them down at his feet.

Glancing down at the wound, he poured some of the alcohol on the wound, the familiar burn was something he was used to. Most people he knows would have flinched or winced because of it. But he didn’t. He was numbed to this pain. He felt worse after all. Humming a tone of contentment, he put the thread through the needle, and begin stitching up the wound with the white thread.

He knew the wound would be healed in two weeks and then he would have taken out the stitches on his own. It was unfortunate as he enjoyed having stitches, it was a form of self-expression too him. The scars that remained on his skin bothered him due to the reminder of the good boy points, that were inflicted on him as a child. Those scars faded but still remained, a constant reminder of the fuel for his hatred towards creatures such as ghouls.

Smiling softly to himself. He cut the thread when he was finished with his teeth. Getting up, he placed the medical equipment back into the cabinet. Grabbing a towel off the towel rack, he proceeded to dry the rest of himself off before he grabbed his jacket that was on the floor. Looking through it, he mentally counted the knives that were left, in his jacket. Juuzou frowned a bit as he realized at least half were missing. He would have to request more. He was dreading being scolded as he knew they were a pain to make. It was like losing his officer badge all over again.

“Ah.. such a pain,” Juuzou uttered to himself, walking out into his room. The paperwork would be a pain. He knew he would have to file paperwork for his attack on the fox ghoul and report where it last known whereabouts. But he didn’t want to. Not just because, he hated paperwork. But the fox was his prey. He had to be the one to slaughter the ghoul, much like he did many others.

He simply could not let such a ghoul, who had a pretty Kagune. It was unique, it was the same color as his hair. He had to have it as a weapon. Not to mention it was a personal embarrassment to him to lose to a ghoul like a fox.

“’ … I could tear you limb from limb and keep you breathing for the sake of my appetite if I willed ‘ The words of the fox, ran through his mind as he dug through his closet for a new shirt, and pants. Grabbing a t-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. ‘If he.. Willed it huh..’” Juuzou muttered as he changed his clothes.

He wouldn’t let that happen. The fox could rip his limbs off and he would still fight. He would have too. He was strong enough to not let some ghoul control his strength again or even touch him again. Juuzou didn’t fear death, nor he didn’t fear pain. He knew he won’t stop the next time, he went after the mythical kitsune. Brushing the bangs out of his face, he sat down on his soft warm bed. He glanced out his window, seeing it was still pouring rain. The sound of thunder registered in his ears. He knew he couldn’t go out again tonight. He would have to restock his knives and practice more. Before he went after the fox again.

But he would soon. After all, their fox hunt had just eagerly begun~

[de-bauchry]

i haven’t dropped a new fic in a while omg I didn’t know whether to make this about Anzai or Uta but I went with Uta because I never see fics for this man at all like I need him carnally

Naive Customer

Tattoo Artist Uta ft Itori! x GN Reader

synopsis: you had been wanting a tattoo for a while so a friend gives you a recommendation to a local tattoo shop full of ghouls (both of u are unaware of ghouls) — and your on your period.

warning: NO MINORZ. alternative reader, tatted reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of blood & flesh, implications of pain kink/getting off to the feeling of being tattooed, implications of period sex/oral. accidental needle play? but not really at all????

You look down at your phone, reading over the address your friend sent you, then looking up at the building to make sure it’s the right one. A traditional Japanese sign reading “HySy Tattoos” plastered at the front. You then enter the building, the sound of jrock being softly played in the background could be heard, your eyes met with the sight of band posters mixed with different tattoo-work done by the artists in the studio. As you walk up to the register you notice that no one was there yet, so you wait a second until you see a girl coming up to the front. She was a pink haired girl, introducing herself by the name of Itori before asking you what kind of tattoo you’ll be getting today.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tramp stamp for a while now. Thought I’d stop procrastinating already and get it.”

Itori’s brows went up in surprise yet her lips tugged in a smirk as she didn’t expect that from someone like yourself. She had also noticed something about you, something filling the air. Itori puts that thought behind her as she tells you about their best tattoo artist Uta, who’ll be doing your work today, she then gives you the general rundown of prices for it, before leading you along the hall to his studio.

As you follow alongside Itori, you notice how the walls went from a basic solid wall decorated in posters, to this plush deep red cushion-like wall in the shape of diamonds, with black buttons in the center. The music gets louder as she shows you to Uta’s studio, standing at the entrance, you let your eyes roam around the room, taking in the masks decorated along the walls. It wasn’t until you felt a sudden hand at the small of your back, that made you jump a little, you then look up at the androgynous male making the contact, noticing his tattoo equipment in his other hand.

“This the one getting stamped today?” His eyes were looking over at Itori’s direction, before looking down at your small frame like a wide eyed cat who was curiously observing you. Itori nods in response as she just speculates you both. You couldn’t help but be a little thrown off by his lack of spatial awareness, as you notice the tattoo dancing along his neck, long black hair gracing his shoulders and even how cold his hand felt against your back. Uta could feel the warmth of your skin warming his fingertips, as he leans down slightly towards your neck, taking a small whiff of your distracting scent.

“U-um?”. You were a little flustered and confused at his sudden closeness. Uta could sense your meekness, your hesitance, this only made him chuckle and oddly smirk to himself as he removes his hand, before leaning back to glance at Itori sharing a knowing look. This makes the pink haired woman simply smirk as she just walks away, letting you two continue your session.

Speechless, Itori had already left your side as you were left just standing there gawping at the man. Uta had already squeezed past you since you were standing in front of the doorway, setting his already sterilized tools down. He then turns around to look at you unblinkingly. “So what makes you want a tramp stamp?” Uta questions as he grabs his pen and pad from behind him. He lets his red eyes roam over you, taking in your outfit. Quite the excellent choice for a stamp as well, he could tell you wore something to make it easy to access that spot.

His voice snaps you out your thoughts as you start thinking about all the cool badass biker woman you’d see with them in magazines, and even some of your favorite girl bands had them. As you explain why you want them, the consultation begins. Uta’s pen dances away as he draws out different illustrations as you two go over your inspirations and designs for the tattoo.

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After Consultation

“Omg wow”. You say as your features contort into one of pain. You wince at the feeling of the needle dragging against your skin at first contact. Nails digging into your forearms a little as you try not to squirm under the needle.

As you two had finally came up with a rocker design for your newly awaited tramp stamp, you were propped up on the tattoo chair comfortably as he started working on it. Uta focused on your lower back, just above that place where your low rise jeans sat at your hips. Your arms were rest atop of the cushiony chair, back arched against it so he could get a better view of the placement, you were manspread in your seat, shirt lifted over one arm so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work.

Uta’s eyes catches the tattoo peaking just right above your hip placement, catching that this isn’t your first merry-go-round, yet you still couldn’t handle the pain. You reacted nicely to it though, enjoying the sounds you make. “Not your first tattoo is it?” Uta asks about your tattoo to distract your mind from the feeling as he leans in a little closer to your lower back, holding his hand steady to make sure he’s getting his line’s right.

“No. I’ve got one on my hip another on my thigh, it just never gets easier depending on the placement.”

“Well aren’t you the daring type.” He teases. He only played oblivious about the hip tattoo but to find out you had more in such disclosed places peaked his curiosity. Especially how you were laid out on his chair like this, naive to his kind it seems. You chuckle at his comment. “What about you? Your neck tattoo? That’s more daring than my tats I’d say. What does it mean?” You inquire as you remember the words displayed on his neck, but not the language it was in.

Uta thought about whether he should tell you or not before simply just coming out with it. “I can neither live with you nor without you. It’s in greek”. His voice was flat as all you could hear was the buzz of the tattoo machine fill the room. You weren’t expecting for the tattoo to have such a significant meaning, feeling like you’ve just gained some deep insight on him as a person, letting the comfortable silence takeover with the occasional sounds of pained whines and moans. A faint swirl of red flows through his senses when he places a hand at your hip to keep you steady so he could get over this one part.

Uta was secretly struggling with concentrating on the tattoo the way he’d liked to. He’d noticed you the second you stepped outside the building, your essence reeking of something he was all too familiar with. Itori even sensed it, she knew it too. He was trying to ignore it, the smell of your heat, the coursing veins surging through his eyes, the curvature of your back, the fact he could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. the little noises you’d try to resist making everytime the needle would drag across a certain spot on your skin. he could feel every pulse every twitch of your sensitive body beneath his needle and it was awakening something more primal in him.

You shouldn’t have came to a ghouls den on your red moon

The buzzing of the tattoo machine came to a stop as it could be heard being put down. You lift up a little confused wondering if the tattoo was finished, you were about to crane your neck back to look at him to see what’s going on until you notice he’s no longer behind you. Yet now stood tall in front of you, chin tucked between his fingers, guiding your head back up slightly to meet his gaze in front of you.

His pupils this threatening glowering red you’ve never seen before, it intimidated you. His sudden change in demeanor, that mischievous look in his eye, how small he was making you feel, like you’ve been caught like some unknowing prey. Uta slowly tilts his head to the side as you watch how his eyes linger over your eyes—your lips—to that pulse point in your neck then back to meeting your gaze again. “You know nothing of ghouls do you?”

“N-no what is that?” Your voice shakes in fear. But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel planted right in your seat, you couldn’t deny that you were getting lost in his eyes. Uta rubs your chin with his thumb before leaning in a little closer to your face, lips just inches apart as he held intense eye contact with you.

“How naive…” Uta leans past your face to speak directly into your ear. “You know— you shouldn’t have came here on your period, blood bag.” His voice was low as you could feel the chill of his breath against the shell of your ear. “Didn’t think anyone would notice the scent of that bloody cunt filling the air?” It was as though your flesh was calling to him. He moves down to your throat, staring at that pulse on your neck, watching how the blood pulses through it enticingly. “You outta be careful. You may just run into monsters who might wanna eat you.” He whispers. As if being drawn, he licks a long flat wet strip against that pulse point on your neck, needing to feel that hot crimson blood beat against his tongue. “And what if I said I’m one of those monsters whose wants to eat you right now?” Uta pulls back a little to take in your expression.

[xjulixred45x]

What will be your next works/request?

Here they are, from the oldest to the most recient Request (but not exactly the publishing order, it will be kind of random this time)

Platonic Principal Yaga x Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma x Necro Reader: reaction to safe adults

Hunter(Toh) x Fluttershy Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma Drabble Angst

Hazbin Hotel crew with Bill Cipher Reader

Hazbin Hotel crew with Hunter TOH Reader

Yandere Mephisto Pheles x Willing! Witch! Reader

SatoSugu x Bully! Reader (continuation of a Drabble)

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Scarlet Witch! Reader

Lucifer, Satan, Mephisto and Shiro with a half demon Reader crushing on them

would react Rin, Renzo, Juuzou to finding out their crush is a half demon?

General Dating Headcanons of Higuruma

Yandere Nobara Kugisaki Drabble

Platonic Nanami x Adoptive Reader

Lancelot x depressed Luz! Reader

Yandere Choso x Rosa Reader (OC)

Amity, Luz and Hunter with an Angel Dust! Reader

Yandere Lucifer/Mephisto and Amaimon Headcanons with half demon Reader (individual)

Yandere Giyuu Tomioka x Kianna Reader (OC) Drabble

Platonic Winry Rockbell x aprentice Reader

Platonic Roy Mustang x Sibiling Reader Drabble

Yandere! Evil! Mark Grayson/Invincible x Little Sibiling! Reader

Mark Grayson/ Invincible x Raven! Reader

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Yui Komori! Reader

Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric and Ling Yao x Reader with a Twin

[mobang-ja]

UHM, RLLY SRY BUT I NEED A P2 TO THAT JUUZOU(tkg) DRABBLE U MADE ‼️

heheheeee lemme think of something… 🤭

[locketsvault]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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!! please properly read through this entire post. I put rules and what to say when requesting and most requests I’ve been getting do not listen. I understand it can be a lot, but it makes it harder to write when you don’t give me anything to go off of. !!

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who I will write for…

.ᐟ anime ˎˊ˗

꒰ attack on titan ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ bungo stray dogs ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ black butler ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ naruto ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ tokyo ghoul ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ full metal alchemist : brotherhood ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ jujutsu kaisen ꒱

.ᐟ games ˎˊ˗

꒰ death stranding ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ the arcana ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ resident evil ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ genshin impact ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ honkai star rail ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ final fantasy vii ꒱

.ᐟ tv/movies ˎˊ˗

꒰ the sandman ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ the untamed ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ word of honor/lord seventh ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ howls moving castle ꒱ ﾒ ꒰ heaven officials blessing ꒱

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what I will write for…

I’m comfortable writing smut, fluff, angst, head cannons, reactions, scenarios, drabbles, analysis, storyline and non storyline.

I'm comfortable writing for minorities, such as lgbtq+, race/religion (to the best of my abilities), and physical/mental disabilities, as well as mental health.

I don’t mind writing horror or anything along the lines of it. I am okay with writing gore, violence, and anything along the lines of it. especially if it’s in canon!

what I will not write for…

I will not write noncon, abuse, bestiality, incest, nsfw underage, or extreme kinks such as gore play, piss play, or scat.

I might not take any requests involving major character death depending on my mental health, or it may take a while.

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how to request…

be clear about what you specifically want. if you do not know what you specifically want, clarify that in the request. if you want me to take full control over a request and write it only as I want please make that clear!

please specify the gender or sex of the reader! I write mainly am trying to write for male reader, gender neutral (to cover all gender identities), and lgbtq+ gender identities. if you do not specify it will automatically be gender neutral. I do not write for female reader.

specify if you’d like a headcanon, scenario, analysis, drabbles, etc. if you don’t know what you want again, just lmk!

specify the character or world you wish for me to write for!

here’s some examples…

“Hello! I’d like to request a headcanon with xiao and lyney from genshin with a male reader, where the reader is an electro bow user and fought in the war in inazuma. Thank you!”

“I really loved your … work, what if … happened with levi instead and …? Can you make it fluff, maybe with them cuddling? Gender neutral reader please!”

how not to request…

“can I get general headcanon with attack on titan men?” (asking for something without guidance, direction; it’s way too vague).

“Hi! Can I get a relationship scenario with juuzou?” (asking again without gender).

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general information…

I mentioned this in my blog rules but I struggle with mental health issues and it can take me a while to answer requests. If it not being done immediately bothers you then maybe do not request. Also, due to some mh issues, I struggle with socializing and reading people, which is why I really appreciate being clear about requests.

If I lose interest in a fandom I will put here, the masterlist, and their respective list that I am not writing for them atm. If I pick back up on it I will probably write for them again!

If you do not see a characters name in the masterlist I do not write for them, same goes for fandom. I'm pretty good at updating masterlists to stay up to date with my writing.

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I want to make clear that if you request I will automatically assume you read through this. If you’re not clear please understand I will write it however I want and I have the right to! I know this seems strict, I promise I’m friendly and verryyyy open minded! And I cannot wait to see your requests and I hope you enjoy your time here!

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main hub ✦ masterlist ✦ rules + notes

[hisslt]

request page/masterlist open

i'll do smut and fluff. im open to doing angst but it might not be great.

for any smut the character will either be of age or aged up. i'll do any requests i feel comfortable doing.. litterally... anything. expect for weird shit, obviously.

🧛🏻 - smut

👻 - suggestive

🧟‍♀️ - fluff

2009 & 2022

aonung

lo'ak sully

-👻 idea lo'ak gets a "great" idea

neteyam sully

jake sully

percy jackson

luck castellan

obanai iguro

giyuu tomioka

inosuke hashibira

-🧟‍♀️ drabble cute little ino drabble

tengen uzui

muichiro tokito

-🧟‍♀️ drabble fluffy muichiro drabble

muzan kibutsuji

douma

akaza

kyojuro rengoku

juuzou suzuya

ken kaneki

ayato kirishima

shoto todoroki

eijiro kirishima

katsuki bakugo

denki kaminari

nejire hado

tamaki amajiki

hitoshi shinso

tomura shigaraki

sal fisher

- 🧟‍♀️ bed rotting with sal

geto suguru

- 🧛🏻 pierced!geto

gojo satoru

megumi fushiguro

yuji itadori

jeff the killer

- 🧛🏻 bestfriend!jeff the killer

ticci toby

eyeless jack

ben drowned

xoxo - hisslt

<3

[amaya-writes]

hi! may i please request a fluffy juuzou x reader where he says "i love you" for the first time?

Notes: sort of angst to comfort? i recently finished the 2nd season so heavy spoilers for that (and a certain someone's death).

Warnings: mentions of death and gore, general themes of Tokyo ghoul, Juuzou's kind of a mess

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

It had been an hour since a rain-soaked Juuzou Suzuya stumbled into your bedroom from the window and all but collapsed onto your bed beside you.

It had been almost an hour since the first sob wracked his body as Juuzou's weak, shaking palms reached for the lump of your half-asleep form rising from under the blankets as you tried to process the situation.

It had been almost an hour since your boyfriend pronounced the death of his beloved mentor and father figure in the dead of night as his shaking, soaked form for once sought out your comfort, something you were all but willing to give him.

You paid no heed to the water soaking your shirt and sheets as you shifted Juuzou to sit beside you under the blankets, with one of your hands shifting to flip the heater on while the other softly carded through his hair.

"Are you okay? That's a stupid question- of course you're not! I-"

He hugged you then, his loose grip being swapped out for a tight almost bruising hold as Juuzou clung to your form and allowed sobs to wrack his body.

For a moment, you remained still. But then the second passed and your arms wound around his back to pull him in impossibly closer until the tips of his white hair were tickling your chin.

But you didn't care, how could you when the love of your life was falling apart in your arms?

"I-I loved him."

"I know Juuzou, and I'm so sorry-"

He cut you off once again, but this time his tone was more rushed and crazed than before as he pulled away slightly so that you could look at his tear-stained face.

"No, you don't get it! I loved him, just like I love you!"

His sudden exclamation had you gulping back your condolences as you instead stared at the white-haired broken-hearted man before you seemingly confessing his love.

"I lost him, and it hurt, it hurt a lot but you know what hurts more? Thinking of losing the only other person I love as much. I-"

He locked his eyes with you then, with his watery eyes holding a plethora of emotions so strong you found yourself being drawn in by them like a sailor to a siren's song.

"-I can't lose you too, not like this, not ever. I- I love you! I love you and I-"

Another sob wracked his body then, but this time, you found yourself lurching forward to wrap your arms around his scrawny frame as you pulled Juuzou closer, and closer, until there was but a hair's breadth between you too.

You didn't know when you began rocking him from side to side as one of your hands slowly patted his back like your mother would often do to you as a child, but Juuzou seemed to like the movement and allowed himself to finally let go of the fear and adrenaline that got him through the night.

Instead, he found himself freely letting out sniffles and soft sobs as his shaky hands clutched the front of your shirt, never once daring to speak as he for once allowed another to take care of him.

Just like Shinohara did.

"Don't- don't leave me, okay?"

At first, his voice was far too quiet for you to comprehend, but as he shifted his head to instead rest it in the crook of your neck, Juuzou's soft voice was the only sound that occupied the room.

"I promise."

Your arms wound tighter around his frame as you replied, with tears of your own now staining your skin at the mere sight of someone you loved so dearly in shambles.

"I promise I won't ever leave you, Juuzou."

[mynameseri]

“Talk to me, please, just-just tell me you’re alive.” first series Juuzou (Maybe during the owl extermination mission. 👀 Could be either reader\Juuzou saying it lol )

Juuzou x Reader: “Talk to me, please, just-just tell me you’re alive.”

You had gotten thrown into this mission last minute, as the CCG needed all hands on deck for the Owl Suppression Operation. The chaos surrounding you separated you from your team and the objective you were assigned. At this point, you made your own objective: staying alive.

You woke up in the hospital to the sound of your phone buzzing beside you. How did I get here? You asked yourself.  Thank god… I survived. As these thoughts raced through your mind, you realized your phone was still buzzing. By the time you were functional enough to grab your phone, the call had gone to voicemail. It was Juuzou.

“Talk to me please, just – just tell me you’re alive” Juuzou cried into the phone. “Please, (y/n). I’m so worried…” His voice trailed off as the voicemail ended. You couldn’t even fathom the aftermath of this tragic mission, aside from what you had seen with your own two eyes.

[tonguetiedraven]

This is just a prompt weather you just want to use for a drabble or not is up to you but bonrin where Rin was raised in Gehena and appears to bon for years in the form of a small flame or a white wolf (kinda like Satan with Yuri in the anime and manga) and when Rin finaly sets foot in asshia in his "human' form. Rin meets Bon in person and they both instantly realize who the other is

What a fun prompt! I went with both the flame and the wolf because I could, lol. It got a bit long, but I hope you enjoy <3

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The first time Ryuuji ever saw it, he was five, and he was upset. The kids were teasing again—bullying was the real word but the teachers would always call it teasing – and he didn’t understand why the others wouldn’t stop it. He didn’t ask to stand out like this, and he was so furiously proud of his people. He was going to be the best sort of leader for the Myōō Dharani, whatever it cost him.

He stomped his way home, stomped his way to the temple, and stomped his way right back out when it was only Uwabami in there. He stomped through the garden, and finally stomped to the edge of the forest, dropping down in an angry huff and hiding amongst the trees. He pulled up a fistful of grass and began ripping the blades apart.

He shouldn't be so upset. He should be doing his homework and helping with his chores. But... He just couldn't.

Not when he just knew Konekmaru would still be crying and his glasses had cracked from Tanaka shoving him so hard. Ryuuji should have punched him. He shouldn’t have listened to Renzou.

It started with a flicker over one of the blades laying by his side. Just a brief spark, barely enough to see. Ryuuji blinked and rubbed at his eyes, wondering if it was one of the sparkles he sometimes got when he rose too quickly.

He dropped a handful of broken blades, and the spark happened again, a bit longer this time. Flickering along the broken ends, the white flame – that’s what it looked like – burned over the edges, but didn’t burn.

Ryuuji tilted his head, grabbed another fistful of grass, and sprinkled it over the pile. The little flame reappeared and burned over that too.

Ryuuji’s lips quirked up.

The flame – if that’s what it was, Ryuuji wasn’t entirely convinced –followed his piles of torn up grass. He could drop them on either side of himself, and the flame would move to cover it. He could even throw a fistful of the broken blades and the flames would dance over each fallen piece in turn. It became a game of sorts. He couldn’t out think the flames, but it was fun to try and trick it into going after a piece of grass it had already burned over.

“Bon?!”

“Ryuuji?!”

The worried voices drew Ryuuji’s attention from the flame dancing over the blade in his hand. He could see his father and Juuzou heading his way, and that was when he realized it had gotten dark.

“Uh-oh,” he mumbled, struggling to his feet.  “I’m late!” His ma would be furious. She was serious about her dinner time.

Dropping his handful of grass, he stepped towards the approaching adults, only pausing when he felt a brush of warmth over the back of his hand. The white flame trailed over his hand until it reached his finger tips. Ryuuji, forgetting his trouble for a moment, lifted his hand closer to his face and peered at the flame.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment of staring at the little white spark. “That was fun!”

The small flame flared brightly for a second, and poofed away, leaving the faintest scent of smoke lingering in the air.

— — — — — — — — — —

The ball of fire reappeared. Multiple times. Enough that Ryuuji came up for a name for his little spark. Fireball wasn’t predictable, but he liked to play games, and Ryuuji had fun thinking up new ones for the flame.

He couldn’t get hold of a lot of candles, and they were too expensive to buy with his small allowance, so he went with matches instead. Fireball could ignite them without much effort –or what looked like effort – and he liked to tease over them a few times before he’d spark properly, leaving Ryuuji guessing on which one he had to blow out.

He didn’t tell anyone about Fireball, and that… That was weird. Ryuuji didn’t have secrets. He didn’t like them and being honest was important to his ma.

Telling about Fireball just seemed like a terrible idea. All of his Myōō Dharani seemed scared of fire, and his ma yelled when he got close to any kind of flame. He knew the Blue Night had destroyed his temple, and that it was the reason they were so small. It was the reason Konekomaru didn’t have parents and Renzou didn’t have a brother.

But Fireball was white, not blue, and the little flame didn’t burn. It had flared over Ryuuji’s fingers, hand, arms, and on one memorable occasion, even his nose.

A few years passed that way, with Ryuuji playing secret games with a sentient ball of fire. It wasn’t like any demon he had ever seen, and he couldn’t find any references to white flames in his books. (At least not the ones he managed to sneak out of the Myōō Dharani’s library.) But what else could it be but a demon? Whatever his Fireball was, it was friendly and fun, and always seemed to show up on the days that had been the worst, offering Ryuuji a distraction from the harsh words, the slammed door, and the further fracturing of his people.

Fireball would listen. Ryuuji couldn’t explain it in any other way. The flame would flare when Ryuuji got emotional, flicker indignantly when he heard about the bullying, and even send out little sparks when Ryuuji laughed or told a joke.

 It was one of the bad days—so far everyday of middle school had been a bad day—and he was going for a run to try and burn off some of the restless anger.

No one ever listened. They all still talked about him, Neko, and Shima like they were some kind of damned plague.

He ran across the familiar grounds of the inn, across his temple, and all the way to the woods. He followed down the familiar trails, and finally, wanting some kind of an escape, more than just the burn of his limbs and lungs, he veered off the path and into the mass of undergrowth and trees. It wasn’t exactly possible to run through a forest, but it was possible to keep up a quick pace and wander further into the familiar space.

“Fireball?” He called, curious and frustrated and knowing that the spark would at least flare with indignation about his predicament. It was more than he was likely to get from the adults, and someone getting made with him was all he really wanted. Someone to understand.

It was strange that a sentient ball of fire felt like it understood him more than either of his parents.

There wasn’t any flicker today. No flame burning playfully over the grass or sparking to life in front of his nose in hopes of making him jump. Absolutely nothing happened.

Shoulders dropping in defeat, Ryuuji kicked at the grass under his foot and tried to tell himself to release the anger in his gut. It was what Buddha would do. He’d untether himself from these human failings and transcend.

Closing his eyes, Ryuuji fisted his hands and focused on taking a deep breath. It didn’t help too much, but it did ease some of the ache from running too fast and far. That was at least a start. Fix what you could.

Getting his breathing reasonably under control, Ryuuji kept his eyes closed for a moment longer and tried to push the anger away since he couldn’t quite release it. He inhaled again, and over the sharp sound of his breath, he heard a second noise. It wasn’t loud, just a faint snap of something in the distance. His eyes sprang open anyway, worried he’d been followed only to be shocked by the sight of a white wolf a few feet in front of him.

“Oh!” He gasped, not able to stop the sound from escaping his lips.

It wasn’t a large beast, not much bigger than the strays that some times hung around the temple. He’d always been told that wolves were frighteningly large, but this…

It was shockingly white. Unnaturally white. Most animals with white fur were actually a bit cream colored, but this wolf was at least as white as snow, and he seemed to flicker as he shifted his weight forward on a large paw. Big paws. Too big for his body. Was he still growing?

It had blue eyes. Even from this distance Ryuuji could tell that. Big blue eyes that were a rich and bright color.

Ryuuji went entirely still in shock. He held his breath, staring wide eyed at the wolf as it stepped closer, quietly crunching a few leaves and twigs under paw. What did you do with wolves?! Did you run away? Could they climb trees? Playing dead couldn’t work, and –

The wolf stopped and lowered its head. It stuck its butt up in the air playfully, and its tail raised up in an obvious wag. Ryuuji blinked twice, confused, and tilted his own head.

A fine layer of flames flickered over the wolf, making him glow with a bright white light. Fireball? Rescuing him from his—

Wait! The wolf—

Ryuuji stepped forward, fear making the hairs on his arm stand on end, and slowly raised an arm  towards the wolf. Swallowing, he asked a question that didn’t make any real sense. “Fireball?”

The wolf barked, high and squeaky, and unmistakably happy.

How?

The flames flared higher as the wolf straightened and bolted towards him. Ryuuji didn’t have time to brace himself before he was knocked onto his back by the exuberant wolf—by Fireball, and found a snout in his face, eagerly sniffing him as the paws pushed him into the ground.

“Fireball?” He asked again, unable to form another thought. How had his playful flame spirit turned into a wolf?

Fireball barked in his face and dropped a little lower to nuzzle him. Satisfied with that that, the wolf sat back on his haunches, his tail wagging merrily through the air, and watched Ryuuji with a tilted head. Ryuuji pushed himself back upright, gaping a bit, and swallowed.

“You got bigger,” he finally said. Fireball yipped in a way that was unmistakably a laugh. The flames covering his body sent up familiar little sparks, and Ryuuji found himself smiling at the sight.

Okay. So he had a wolf friend now. Awesome.

— — — — — — — — — —

It was once again impossible to find any demons that matched Fireball. There were wolf demons, of course, but none that lit with white flames. (Flames that sometimes looked a little blue. But blue flames belonged with Satan and they destroyed everything they touched.)

It was easier to play games with this form of Fireball, and the wolf was still willing to listen and instead of just flaring with indignation, he would bark now, or nuzzle against Ryuuji in an attempt at comfort. Fireball snarled when Ryuuji explained that his parents had tried to forbid him from taking over the temple, and barked his approval at Ryuuji plan to take the exams and apply for the scholarship anyway. He whined when Ryuuji brought books out to study instead of play, but he entertained himself while Ryuuji worked and kept him company during the endless sessions. He loved playing fetch, hide and seek, or even simple problem solving games.

Fireball (he’d contemplated going with Furball now that the flame was a wolf, but he was still on fire, so Fireball still fit.) Fireball was just as inquisitive and friendly as he had ever been, and the new form just made it easier to understand him.

Now he rushed out to the forest, still stinging from his parents’ dismissal of his accomplishment, and stormed to the spot Fireball was usually waiting. The letter was carefully tucked away in his pocket, and even if no one else cared, he knew the wolf/demon/spark would be proud of him. The Myōō Dharani would be too, but they’d be subdued about it and just give him a pat on the shoulder because the master didn’t approve of his choice.

(And what was his life that he was going to Fireball for validation because his parents wouldn’t give it to him?)

“Fireball?!” He bellowed, glancing around the trees curiously and trying to stop the simmer of anger in his blood that always seemed to be there these days. His friend didn’t leave him waiting for more than a minute. The wolf bounded from the trees, seeming to materialize out of thin air and stopping in front of Ryuuji with a wagging tail that went still when he saw the tension in Ryuuji’s form. His head cocked curiously, and Ryuuji didn’t think before dropping to his knees and hugging the wolf around the neck. (He’d gotten bigger over the last few years. He was keeping pace with Ryuuji.)

“Hey, Fireball,” he mumbled into soft and warm fur.

He got a lick on his cheek and a nuzzle against his shoulder. White and blue flames danced playfully over his arms and face as he hugged his friend. Taking a moment to soak in the warmth, he finally released him and gave the wolf a smile.

“Guess what?”

Fireball barked and laid down in anticipation of news. Ryuuji pulled the letter from his pocket and turned it towards the demon. “I got the letter.”

Fireball shot to his feet and nosed the letter. He tried to get the flap up, but gave up with an irritated grunt and sat back on his heels to wait for Ryuuji. His tail was wiggling, and it was just… it was so obvious the wolf was excited to know.

“I got in.”

Ryuuji was immediately knocked on his back as the excited wolf barked and flared bright with flames.

And just like that, he felt better. Just like that, someone cared and showed excitement, and yeah, it was a wolf demon, but it was a friend and they genuinely cared, and they listened to his plans and yipped at the right moments, flared bright with excited fire, sparked with indignation at his parents, and growled when Ryuuji talked about how they’d try to tell him no.

It didn’t occur to him until he was curling up in his bed that night that Tokyo was really far from the forest and Fireball.

— — — — — — — — — —

“It’s tomorrow,” Ryuuji said softly. Fireball whined and shoved his snout under Ryuuji’s hand for a pet as the rest of him curled around Ryuuji. His flames burned painlessly over Ryuuji’s hands.

“Yeah,” he managed, not sounding as sad as he really was. “I’ll miss you too.”

— — — — — — — — — —

The academy’s campus was large and entirely unfamiliar. It was different in almost every way from Kyoto. Far busier than his small town, and unlike Kyoto, absolutely no one knew who he was.

He could disappear among the crowd of students. He wasn’t a cursed child, or a rebel here. He was just another kid with punk hair and piercings. Just another student among the vast crowd. Just a kid with an accent who got in the top class.

The high school he was confident about. He knew he was smart, and he knew he was more than capable of keeping up with that material.

The cram school was a different matter. Those classes he worried about. The stakes were high and he hadn’t had a lot of experience with demons, and what information he knew had been learned stealthily while trying to steal information away from his monks.

Thrive or fail, there was nothing for it now. Ryuuji had a class in an hour, and he was already wandering the halls in anticipation.

It wasn’t surprising that he’d find him there. He’d always appeared when Ryuuji was alone, and always when he needed him.

The boy looked to be about his age, not quite as tall or muscular, but handsome in a strange way. He had sharp cheekbones and compact muscles, more of a dexterous body than a strong one. He was in a uniform like Ryuuji, but he’d put on red boots instead of the mandatory black combat books. His hair, a stark and startling white, hung in his eyes in messy locks. He was smiling in a way that showed off sharp teeth.

More than all of that though, the eyes were what drew Ryuuji’s attention. Bright blue and vivid eyes. Familiar eyes that flickered with fire, and if Ryuuji got close enough, he was certain he’d see familiar red pupils at their center.

Ryuuji stood still, stuck in the middle of the hall, utterly spellbound by the figure in front of him. The boy tilted his head, and Ryuuji either needed to rub his eyes, or he needed to accept that the boy’s white hair was flickering with fire.

“Fireball?” He asked breathlessly.

The boy grinned.

[thefoulbeast]

A drabble with Renzou and his funny little thoughts about people in his life.

words: 837 warnings: n/a ---

Renzou muses about love sometimes. It’s a reoccurring train of thought in between the fun moments when the action dies down and he’s left with nothing to do but let his mind wander.

He supposes he loves people, a bigger number than he cares to admit out loud. He’s never been the best at expressing what he feels unless the emotion is facetious or light-hearted. But love isn’t a uniform mass, it comes with distinctions and limitations and requitation.

Love can be thoughtful, like when Konekomaru brings Renzou some snacks or a drink he likes when he stops by the convenience store on his way back from the library.

Love can be stern like when Bon makes Renzou study and watches his hands as they solve maths equations one after another, not trusting him to stay on track of his own accord. Stern like the hardening of Juuzou’s eyes when Renzou showed him the business card.

Love is kind, like Shiemi’s soft eyes when she stares at him across the room. Like her voice when she grips his sleeve to make him stop in his tracks and turn towards her, asking “Shima, are you okay?” - when he never even complained, when he was so sure his smile was natural. Love is worry blooming like a shadow on her face as he excuses himself with a ‘I just stayed up too late last night, it’s nothing-’ and all but runs away, holding the truth tight behind his teeth.

Love is a pulled punch when Izumo just glares at him instead of ripping into him verbally like he knows she could, like she wants to. And they both know that for every five harsh word she says that slide right off his thick skin, there is one that sticks like a thorn. She’s good at reading people, better than most, and she still misses it up until it stares her in the face. Her face is ghastly in Yamantaka’s flame-light, and still she doesn’t wound him like she could. She’s nicer than she plays at, always has been.

Love is rotten. His father stares at him sometimes and sees someone else, less now that he’s dyed his hair, but still. He feels it and his skin crawls. Yaozou can’t look him in the eye for long when he isn’t smiling; it’s the only expression that sets him and Takezou apart. Love is rotten like the contempt he nurses in the deepest trenches of his heart, the hurt accumulated over years of slights that makes looking at his brothers hard. Love is rotten like the swoop in his stomach and the distressed beating of his heart at the thought of going back to Kyoto, to the inn, or worse yet, the old temple grounds. Love is rotten like the dust collecting over his old desk and under his old bed while Takezou’s picture frame is caressed free of dust daily.

Love is a deception - Lucifer, for all his kind and loving words, doesn’t care about anyone beyond their usefulness. The Illuminati is a familythat watches its members die without as much as a blink of the eyes. Deception is the way that Saburouta has the understanding eyes of a friendly uncle, but teeth sharper than a wolf’s. Deception like how Renzou is all smiles, jokes and promises, but turns his tail when things get hard or serious. The way he keeps secrets that hurt, hurt, hurt.

Love is green like jealousy. Sometimes, Renzou catches Bon with a new expression – a softness in his eyes directed at Rin – and feels himself turn a little ill. There’s a drying well inside him that wants nothing more than to be looked like that, as if that would set the groundwaters running again and make him whole. Green like how he feels seeing Yukio’s hand affectionate on Shiemi’s shoulder. Green like snakeskin watching Izumo talk about Paku. And him? And him? Who would look at him so softly, who would touch him so lovingly? Who would talk about him in memories with a cute smile on their face? He loves them and turns green at the thought they don’t even like him as a person back.

Love is… what? Is it even necessary? Can it be explained away as something else? He wonders, teeth clenched, grip tightening over the Khakkhara, gloves squeaking on the metal.

Gunnar turns to stare at him briefly, blank, and Renzou looks back at him expressionless - breathing steady and slow that it won't hitch, won’t show the storm inside his head -, before he looks away again, eyes fixed on some point far off at the end of the corridor. Guard duty never hurt so much.

The quiet is so loud, it permeates every pore of his skin, every gap between the stitches of his clothes. There's an echo chamber in his head, bouncing every messy thought around ad nauseam.

Love is love, and once again Renzou isn’t sure he knows how to do it right.

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RULES & INFO:

☆ — what i do!

⇢ what i write:

headcanons

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angst, fluff, crack, anything thats sfw.

⇢ who i write for:

haikyuu (mostly)

karasuno: tanaka ryuunosuke, nishinoya yuu, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, yachi hitoka, sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi.

aoba johsai: seijoh four & kyotani kentaro

inarizaki: miya twins & suna rintaro

others: ushijima wakatoshi, semi eita, tendo satori, sakusa kiyoomi, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, lev haiba, terushima yuji, akaashi keiji.

mha

class 1a: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, tenya iida, eijiro kirishima, jirou kyoka.

pro heros: hawks, eraserhead.

villains: shigaraki, dabi, toga.

danganronpa (mostly)

trigger happy havoc: everyone except hifumi.

goodbye despair: everyone except teruteru.

killing harmony: all

ultra despair girls: not writing for.

genshin impact (not x reader)

all of them idk.

tokyo ghoul

tg & √a: ken kaneki, juuzou suzuya, nishiki nishio, shuu tsukiyama, hideyoshi nagachika, seidou takizawa (pre ghoul), kotaro amon.

:re: ginshi shirazu, saiko yonebayashi, seidou takizawa (post ghoul),

hunter x hunter

anyone minus hisoka.

will be updated in the future!

⇢ etc:

my account is strictly sfw so there will be no nsfw anything here.

i will not write anything including suicide, self hard, eating disorders, major character deaths, etc.

i won’t do things like character x “specific” reader unless it’s gender. tho most of, if not all of my posts will be gender neutral.

my requests are open so if you’d like to see anything, send something in and i’ll try to do it to the best of my abilities.

[xjulixred45x]

Hi! This isn't a request, but could we see a little list about your upcoming hcs? (Only if you want to of course).

Of course! In orden of upcoming relese:

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles,Lucifer and Amaimon x Ex-wire! Reader

SatoSugu x Boiling islands Reader

Platonic Ijichi Headcanons

Platonic Shoko lieri x Tanjiro and Nezuko Reader

Platonic Yaga Headcanons

Platonic Yandere Nanami and Higuruma react to Readers secure adults

Hunter x Fluttershy Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami and Higuruma Angst

Hazbin Hotel crew x Bill Cipher reader

Hazbin Hotel crew x Hunter(TOH) reader

Yandere Mephisto Pheles x Wiling Witch Reader with a Daughter

SatoSugu x Bully! Reader(continuation of an old Drabble)

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Scarlett Witch! Reader

Lucifer, Mephisto, Satan, and Shiro react to a half demon who's considerably younger than them crushing on them + general Dating Headcanons

How Rin, Renzo and Juuzou would react to finding out their crush is a half demon

General Dating Headcanons of Higuruma

Yandere Nobara Kugisaki Headcanons

Platonic Nanami x Adoptive Daughter Reader

Lancelot x depressed Luz Reader

Romantic Yandere Choso x Rosa! Reader

Luz, Amity and Hunter x Angel Dust! Reader

Edith: i will only close the Requests if the number of Request pass the 25

[mobang-ja]

Hey there! Not sure if you write about Juuzou but if you do, can I request some sub Juuzou?😏

+ juuzou suzuya x {fem}reader

- warning(s): sexual content, age gap, mommy kink, sub!juuzou, oral (m → f).

+ i/b: this post.

- a/n: this boy… i love him so. hes so crazy but i see him being a total sub for a someone that has that nurturing kind of aura around them. i hope you guys like this lol.. i might make a longer fic to this soon. 👀 thank you anon!

"And what do we say when we're well trained?"

"Th-Thank you, Mommy." Juuzou tripped over his words in a daze for you. Your beauty was unmatched and charisma was unparalleled. Had you been anyone else he wouldn't even be following you around like a dog the way he is right now. But there was something so captivating about you, he couldn't help it. 

Juuzou's tip was practically dripping in need. He just wanted to bust a nut so bad. His gaze was nothing but pleading, just how much longer were you going to tease him?

You smiled at his obedience, hand lifting under his chin to tilt his head up at you. “Good boy.” 

He looked so cute like this. You were so used to watching him from afar with his wild and playful behavior. For you to be able to get him this well behaved was surely a feat. 

You leant down to give the corner of his mouth a kiss, the feeling of your lips against his skin making him want to burst. Your hand wrapped around the leash of his collar as you sat up, giving a light tug to signal for him to sit up. You laid down and uncrossed your legs with an inviting expression that only Juuzou could manage to fall for. 

"You know what time it is."

Juuzou was waiting for this moment; he wouldn't let you down. 

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