#suzuya juuzou x reader

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thirteen warnings ⸻ s. jūzō

abstract: in which the lover of suzuya jūzō ignores warnings of his (in)sanity. ! this fic was previously posted under @ sinsandmuses. warnings: nudity | non-explicit sex [ marking ] | violence [ abuse — cannibalism ] | toxicity statistics: 1.1k words // standalone

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

That's what they all say.

From the moment he had been, supposedly, "rescued" from the underground pit hosted by the infamous Gourmet ghoul, he had done everything he could to prove his worth. But apparently, stitching small x's onto one's skin does not make one approachable. Being so quiet, so unpredictable, does not make one a friend.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

That's what they all whisper. And they still do, every single time he passes by. Every single time they drop him into a fight and he laughs his way through, scythe in hand and blood staining the manic smile that cuts into his cheekbones. Every single time he stands in one of their meetings, lips twisted into an eerie smile as he promises to wreak utter havoc on the red-eyed beasts that prowl the streets with just the order.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

That's what they all promise her. But she sees beyond the mania, the ruthlessness, the bloodlust. She sees the broken child who'd been starved for affection and yet all people would do was stare at him with cold eyes and promise that he was too damaged for anything of the sort. She sees the boy who'd been made into a pet for a deranged ghoul and had the very essence of who he could have been stripped away from him. She sees the man who has been through too much, lost too much, and yet has something left in him; just enough for him to fight back for the man who had taken him under his wing.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

He loves like one as well, she has come to realise.

His touches bruise her hips, but his kisses are soft, like the brush of a butterfly's wings against her cheek, her lips, the arch of her throat, the dip of her collarbones. There is delirium in his touch, a sense of urgency as though she could, she would, disappear at one point from where she lies beneath him.

And so she lets him press harder into her flesh, watches as he stares down at her; the skin indenting and flushing as blood rises to the surface, another pattern of black and blue that is utterly his. She lets him sink his teeth into her shoulder and cries out when he pushes even harder against her as he catches the choked sob that escapes her lips, her flesh tearing, scarring, another mark of his to bear. The taste of iron that fills her mouth when he tilts her head to his for a kiss is almost heady, because, in a way, it is all Jūzō.

She lets him ruin her, and she thanks him when he does.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

She is beginning to understand that there is a dark truth to what they say. She sees it now as he stands before her, a glint in his gaze she has never had directed at her before. The knife he holds in his hands twists, twists, twists through his fingers and then into her skin and once again, she is crying out but this time, he isn't letting up. No, this time he wants her to hurt, to hurt and hurt and hurt until he lets go, until he grants her mercy.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

"Who is he to you?"

He is screaming, and she cannot breath. There are fingers on her throat, around her wrists, in her mouth, death is staring her right in the eyes and she cannot breathe.

"Tell me the truth," the fingers tighten and death comes closer, so close that she can see the insanity in those eyes, the anguish that carves into the hollows of his face. They look like they're filled with blood, and she realises that Jūzō is crying.

"Who is he to you?"

She promises him that it is nobody, nobody that matters, nobody that would ever matter. She screams it between his fingers, into his skin, whispers her oath against his heart.

Jūzō has stopped listening.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

"Beg for me," he tells her, and she does. She begs until her throat is raw, until all she can taste is salt and blood and Jūzō. Until all she knows is him and her and that is how it should be.

That is how he wants it to be.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

She knows now that this is how he will remain as such until the end, until even she is broken and begging to get away. Because this is how he keeps her safe, this is how he shows his love. What a dangerous thing it is, to be loved by someone like Jūzō. Someone who has known nothing quite so beautiful before her, and refuses to let go.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

She has stopped begging for him to let her go. She understands now, that this is how it should be. That is is him and her, always, forever. They are eternal, and she is Jūzō's. All his, only his. Nothing else matters beyond him.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

His, their, wedding plans are far beyond grandiose. It is not something she expects from someone like him but she likes it. She goes through the ceremony with a grin like sunlight, their fingers laced tightly together. His fingers are warm around hers, his pulse jumping beneath his fingertips. There is something about the entire thing that reminds her of the moth she had seen just this morning, tangled in the silken strands of a spider's web.

She ignores the pity in some of their eyes.

She ignores the darkness beneath her own.

And when Jūzō makes his mark on her, she ignores the scream that locks itself in her throat, and instead swallows his declaration of love for her.

She ignores how it tastes like venom crawling beneath her skin.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

She is fast, but he is faster still.

Teeth bared and hair wild, he is a beautiful nightmare beneath the moonlight. This scene is all too familiar, and she wonders how long she has been running. Minutes, hours, days even?

Wonders if this is even just a dream anymore.

He has her now, fingers clenching around her wrists like iron. There is a stillness in the air, a moment of ragged peace before he twists and she screams. The crunch of her bones is a terrible sound, but his voice, quite though he keeps it, carries over it in a death knell.

"You'll regret this."

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

She loves him. She loves him so much that something in her hurts at the very sight of him. She wishes she could leave. She wishes that she could be kinder to him. She wishes she was enough for him to let her go.

He thinks differently, however. He loves her too much to let her go.

SUZUYA JŪZŌ is a madman.

"Till death do us part."

thirteen warnings © pearlpost, 2024.

[locketsvault]

「 CUDDLING WITH TOKYO GHOUL MEN 」

pairings: jūzō suzuya x reader ፥ ayato kirishima x reader ፥ renji yomo x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: angst in ayatos, mention of parents dying in ayatos, cursing in yomos

request: Heyy, can i please ask for cuddling headcannons with tokyo ghoul guys? (Juuzou, Ayato and Yomo) (request found here.)

a/n: I’m so happy to write for jūzō I love him sm. this request was very fun to do! I do warn later on, but I’m not too familiar with yomo though I did do my best! if you have any comments or ideas about cuddling these silly men, feel free to comment or send something through my inbox. I take anons too!

// jūzō suzuya⌇˚.༄

⮑ You’ve managed to get him to sit still long enough to cuddle? I’m impressed.

⮑ No really, he’s hard to cuddle because of how much energy he has, not to mention the fact he always wants to be out and about. Funnily enough, not to lean into the stereotype but I 100% see him being docile if you give him sweets and snacks lmao. As long as you feed him he will remain in your arms like a good boy.

⮑ That brings me to my next point actually, he’s mostly always a little spoon. On rare occasions he’ll be big spoon, but the problem is that he doesn’t… know how. He doesn’t know how to be big spoon, he doesn’t know how to be the one comforting physically. But he tries!!! And tbh he’s pretty good with it, even if he can be slightly awkward at first. He learns, especially if you willingly help him.

⮑ I think because of his personality and upbringing, most people assume he doesn’t understand affection. While I can agree, to a certain extent, he isn’t clueless, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand all forms of affection. He does, and he learns well. Even if his ways of showing affection are not traditional lol.

⮑ He does not mind pda, he doesn’t get why people are uncomfortable. He loves you, and if he wants cuddles from you while working or going around the city, then he should get what he wants no? Plus, it’s not like he’s worried about his reputation.

⮑ A solid 8/10 in the cuddle department. if he sits still long enough and is willing, his cuddles are warmth. they’re home.

// ayato kirishima⌇˚.༄

⮑ He must really trust you if he’s cuddling with you willingly.

⮑ Hear me out okay. I know he’s not only the whole “bad boy” persona we all see. But it is a big part of him and how he thinks. Affection is weakness, and showing weakness is asking for death. Especially in the earlier days. The idea of being vulnerable even in the safety of his own home freaks him out.

⮑ I think for the longest time he wouldn’t entertain the idea. That is until he’s had a rough day, and suddenly he finds himself burying his face in your torso, holding you between his legs. You can’t move, you’re not allowed to. Not that you’d want to; because finally subjecting himself to affection has caused him to break down. Yep, your first time cuddling involves a very vulnerable and probably crying boy in your arms. He’s back to the age of his parents still being alive in that moment.

⮑ But! Once he’s finally given himself the taste of affection, especially from you, he can’t let it go. It’s still only in private though, he can’t bring himself to feel comfortable cuddling you in front of others. Honestly it’s probably not until after :re that he feels comfortable with pda.

⮑ His cuddles are rigid at first, he can’t get himself to relax. But over time he softens up. He loves cuddling you face to face, he loves admiring you. You may even find his eyes soft and adoring. His body runs extra hot so he’s perfect to sleep with in the winter. Oh, couch cuddles that consist of you being a personal weighted blanket are also always welcome.

⮑ I’ll give him a 6.5, he’s still figuring himself out but somehow his cuddles are still nice.

// renji yomo⌇˚.༄

⮑ Honestly he looks like someone who gives wonderful hugs.

⮑ Now you’ll have to forgive me, I don’t really know too much on yomo, though I did try to read up a little to refresh my mind.

⮑ If we’re talking about early days yomo, when he was a little shit (sorry yomo), I don’t really see him as a cuddly person. He’s too hot headed and violent, especially after losing his sister. But if we’re talking about Anteiku and beyond yomo, I could see him appreciating cuddles very much.

⮑ And I mean it too. I think physical affection is one of his main forms of affection right next to act of service. So he’s always down to cuddle you if you ask. You’ll usually have to initiate it though, unless you’re at home. He’ll open his arms for you and pull you close.

⮑ I can vividly picture this man allowing you to lay on his chest and probably fall asleep while reading a book peacefully. And he’s willing to stay that way for hours. It’s probably very soothing to him. Especially if the room is quiet and he can hear your heartbeat.

⮑ When it comes to pda, I don’t really think he’d do it. And if he did he never initiated it. he’s a man of few words, and is reserved. His actions can speak for himself yes, but he doesn’t go out of his way to. He doesn’t care if anyone comments on it though, and is probably both amused and annoyed at the gawking of someone curled into his side at the coffee shop lol.

⮑ 9/10 as well, as long as it isn’t early yomo, you’ve got yourself a wonderful protective cuddler.

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[urdgealesisbaby]

so this might be a little vague but bare with me, do you think you could write abt uta, kaneki, or juuzou (separately ofc) from tg. nothing specific, it can be whatever you want <3

Hello! Thanks for the cute request!

I decided to make some soft headcanons with their s/o for them,I hope that's good!  

Uta,Kaneki Ken and Juuzou Suzuya being soft with their s/o

Uta

-a very specific kind of softness

-he has some sweet spots only you can activate for him

-when he's feeling creative,he will tattoo you as a way for showing love for his s/o

-if you don't like tattoos then it's fine too,he likes having you try masks on

-seeing you in masks made by him just pleases him so much

-if you compliment his skills at making a mask,he'll just melt on the spot

-I headcanon him as a kind of lonely guy so making compliments for him is a very intimate thing to him

-really likes it though

Kaneki Ken

-a very soft person to begin with

-like he isn't cold or anything,especially with you

-very careful around you and he doesn't want to make you mad

-likes to buy you flowers without an occasion

-surprises and gifts are a way to express his feelings towards you,his darling

-he loves you and he showers you with compliments of all kinds

-be kind to him,he's always stressed that he's not good enough for you

-poor baby

Juuzou Suzuya

-trauma boy,I have so much empaty towards him no words can describe how sorry I feel for him

-he kind of never experienced true love

-not until you showed up though,then he started to feel those weird things that he can't describe even now when you're in a relationship with him

-he likes cuddles.You can't change my mind

-he's always crawling on you even if you're at work

-he likes to show you off,always talks about you no matter that there's a serious meeting

-he will be talking about you because he loves you so much

-really appreciates the fact that you accepted him as he is

Thank you for the request and I hope you liked these!

[marble-anime]

Lollipop

Pairing: Juuzou Suzuya x Reader

Summary: You explain to Juuzou what a blowjob is after he asks you about a joke that he didn’t understand. Of course, Juuzou being Juuzou, wants to know what it feels like.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: groping, mentions of castration, blowjobs

Word Count: 1.7k

“Can you take my shoes off?” Juuzou asked, plopping down on the end of your bed.

“Sure,” you said, shrugging off your work clothes.

After you changed into more comfortable clothes, you made your way to the bed and kneeled in front of him. Your boyfriend tilted his head, quietly admiring you as you untied his laces. You’d been together for roughly around six months. In that time you taught him about traditional relationship customs such as holding hands, hugging, kissing, etcetera.

He found that doing these things with you filled him with that same pleasant tingling sensation that he would get whenever you were around him even before you started dating. Although being with you helped him sort out his feelings, both about you and in general, he still had a lot to learn about his own self-discovery. He remembered something he’d heard earlier. “What’s the difference between having the same job for 20 years and having the same wife for 20 years?”

You raised a brow at the odd question but didn’t think too much of it. After all, with his lack of understanding of basic human emotions and behaviors, he didn’t really filter anything he wanted to say. “What?”

“The job still blows,” he finished the joke in his usual cheery tone.

You froze midway through sliding off his shoe and slowly glanced up at him. Sure he’d said some inappropriate and offensive things before, but never anything sexual like that. Honestly, you weren’t even sure he knew exactly what sex consisted of. Seeing the confusion practically plastered across your face, Juuzou explained, “Seidou told me that joke today.”

He nudged your thigh with his foot, urging you to finish removing his shoes. “I didn’t really get it. Do you?”

You pulled off his shoes and set them to the side, unsure of what to say. Figuring there was no way to sugarcoat it, your answer was blunt, “His joke was about blowjobs, Juuzou.”

He stared at you, big crimson eyes resembling that of a confused puppy. “What’s a blowjob?”

“Um,” your face flushed, “a blowjob is like…”

He nodded for you to continue, not understanding why you were so shy all of a sudden. You hesitated, not sure how he would feel about your next words. “It’s when someone sucks your dick.”

“Why?” he asked.

Damn him, you thought, couldn’t he see how uncomfortable you were? Your voice wavered as you answered, “Because it feels good.”

“Oh.” He seemed to drift away in thought which made the situation feel even more awkward to you. God, you felt like you could die of embarrassment. You debated getting up and leaving the room, avoiding him and pretending like this conversation never took place. While you were wallowing in humiliation, a subtle blush adorned Juuzou’s face as he leaned back on his palms. “Do you wanna give me a blowjob?”

His question washed away your unease but now a new nervousness was growing inside you. “Do you want me to give you one?”

He smiled boyishly and shrugged, “Sure.”

“Okay.” Your eyes trailed down between his legs.

“So,” he drawled, trying to relieve the tension, “How do we do this?”

“I mean,” you paused, “we have to get it hard first.” Your hand settled on his knee. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

With his permission, you slid your hand up his thigh. Just as you were about to touch him, you stopped for a moment. Your gaze flickered back up to meet his eyes, to make sure that this was okay.

“Hurry up,” he whined, impatiently.

Leaving your doubts behind, you pawed at his clothed cock. His breath hitched at the feeling of your palm gently rubbing him. He couldn’t think of the words to describe what he was experiencing. This new feeling was strange and foreign to him but he couldn’t deny that it was very pleasant.

Meanwhile, you felt very discouraged. Between his sudden inhale and lack of an erection, you were starting to regret even entertaining the conversation, much less engaging with him physically. With the embarrassment creeping back in, you went to pull away. But before you could get too far his hand, pale and covered in red stitches, was placed over your own. “Don’t stop.”

His stitches brushed against your knuckles as he pressed you into him harder. You continued to grope his cock, this time with a lot more pressure. You were filled with mirth and excitement when you felt him harden in your grasp. It seemed he just needed a little more effort than most.

Once he was fully erect, you undid his pants while he pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. He lifted his hips so you could pull down his pants enough for his cock to spring free. When you finally saw it you froze. The problem wasn’t his cock itself, in fact, it was quite pretty. But the lower half of his anatomy was missing, replaced with a scar. You went to say something but you couldn’t find the right words.

“It’s not a problem, is it?” Juuzou asked, painfully aware of what caused your reaction. Although he expected as much, it hurt him to think that you may be disgusted by him. He had been hoping that you wouldn’t even notice even though he knew it was unrealistic.

You snapped out of your daze and shook your head, trying to seem unfazed. “No, of course not.” You meant it, you loved him in any way he came, it was just a shock at first that's all. But now you wondered if going further would be cruel. Would he be able to reach his peak or would you just be teasing him the entire time? Suddenly it made sense why he was having trouble getting hard. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to make you cum. I don’t want you to be in pain if we start something we can’t finish.”

He was relieved that you didn’t think he was a freak. And the fact that you were concerned for him made his skin burn and his head go fuzzy. This time it was his voice that was shaky as he spoke, “Well, there’s only one way to find out right?”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink tip making his cock jump. “Oh!” You licked a stripe up his cock before engulfing it in your hot mouth. “Ooo.” Juuzou giggled in delight when you began to bob your head. His stomach and thighs tensed involuntarily at the feeling of your mouth sucking and squeezing him.

Soon his moans changed from surprised ‘ohs’ to pleasurable ‘ahs’. When you looked up you realized why. His head was thrown back but you could still see his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. You wondered if he knew how feminine he could be sometimes, or if it was just a force of habit. As he rolled his head forward, drool dripped from the corner of his lips to his jaw and down his neck.

His crimson eyes met yours and he smiled seeing your mouth stuffed with his cock. He gasped when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Oh! Do that again!” You dragged your lips up his cock and stopped at the tip, gently sucking and swirling your tongue. Then you dipped your head until your lips reached the base, using your tongue to massage the underside of his cock.

You settled into a slow rhythm, taking your time to stroke and slurp his cock. He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear in an affectionate manner. “I really like the sounds you're making,” he said in reference to the sucking and slight gagging noise that echoed through the room. You hummed as if to return the compliment, the vibrations you sent through his cock drew more pretty moans from him.

His hips jerked as he felt a fire building in the pit of his stomach. “I-I think I might be close to cumming.” He was unsure but he didn’t know what else it could be. The pleasure he felt was now electric, almost becoming too much to handle. “It feels really good.”

Instinctively you brought up a hand to massage his balls before you remembered the scar. So instead you wrapped your hand around his cock. Pumping your fist around the shaft while your mouth worked at his tip. You found your answer when your mouth was flooded with his cum. It was very runny and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his castration or if that was just the way it was.

You pulled off his softening cock, swallowing his release and collecting what dripped from the corner of your mouth with your thumb. Before you could lick it off Juuzou grabbed your wrist. “Can I try it?”

With all of his oddities, you shouldn’t have been surprised. You let him wrap his lips around your finger, getting a taste of his own essence. His face scrunched up. “You drank all of that?”

You laughed, even in his after-sex glow he was still so unapologetically himself.

The next day when you both arrived at the CCG everything seemed normal. Until the elevator doors closed and you two were alone. He stared at you deep in thought. “What’s on your mind ‘Zuya?”

He leaned his body into yours, effectively pushing you against the wall. Before you knew what had happened his fingers were shoved into your mouth. Desire stirred within him as he watched with dark, lidded, eyes while your lips were wrapped around his fingers. A shiver ran up his spine when your tongue traced his stitches. When the elevator doors opened again he pulled away, a string of spit connecting from your lips to his fingers. Juuzou suggested with his usual peppy tone, “You should give me another blowjob sometime.”

[married-to-google-translater]

Hello, I would like to know if you can kindly write about juuzou x reader when the reader rejects he.....what is his reaction 💕💕🍓

Juuzou Suzuya

You caught Juuzou's attention right away.

You would probably work in the same workplace.

You would usually carry something sweet with you.

This is why you were Juuzou's favorite.

However, Juuzou wouldn't say anything about his feelings.

He might not even realize that he has feelings for you.

Juuzou's "childhood" was definitely not the best.

And because of this, he had no chance to develop normal emotional life skills.

However, Juuzou is not stupid.

He would know that something would be different with you.

Juuzou would talk to Sinohara about it.

During this conversation, Juuzou would realize his feelings for you.

Juuzou wouldn't really hide his feelings.

He would tell you them very quickly.

Juuzou would like to hear your answer.

But you wouldn't be willing to give it.

You would ask for some time to think about this.

And Juuzou would be waiting.

Rejection… it wouldn't be such a big deal to him.

But you should still explain it well to Juuzou.

Juuzou would still continue to treat you more gently than others.

And you could probably stay friends after this.

[alisa-nyx]

A Stitch in Time

Suzuya Juuzou x Reader

Content/Warnings: sfw, fem!reader, fluff, meet-cute, embroidery, slight blood mention.

Words: 1k

Synopsis: When the café is empty you can't help but work on one of you embroidery projects. What you don't expect is for a random, and rather cute, customer to appear and take interest in your embroidery.

A/N: Suzuya is one of my favourite characters in Tokyo Ghoul and the fact that there aren't many fics for him is breaking my heart. Also I don't know how alive the fandom is (since I'm new to it) but here we go!

The café is utterly empty except for you. Soft instrumental music playing in the background as you stay behind the counter, just in case of a customer appearing. Not like you are paying much attention to your surroundings as you are working on one of your embroidery projects, improving a simple black tank top you got some time ago. Making it more… you. And embroidery was your thing. You started a few years ago after seeing some videos online and got absolutely fascinated with it. The way you can make beautiful art with just a needle and thread, it's… It's just beautiful. Of course the first tries and the little practice projects you've done always ended with bloody fingers at how many times you pricked them with the needle. But every time you got better at it. And now you're not even stabbing your fingers anymore. Getting more confident in your work-craft that even the apron you are wearing at the moment has flowers embroidered on it.

That being said, you are so focused on your work that you don't even notice when the café's door opens, the needle in your hand being the only thing you can see, the music the only thing you hear.

"Hello?" startled you look up at the person and prick your finger as you were mid-stitch. 

"Ouch!" you whine before putting the project aside, remembering you are at work and have to do your actual job. "Ah, sorry! What can I get for you?" you ask, smiling at the dark-haired boy who only looks at you curiously. You can't help but notice the little red… tattoos…? Under his eye and lip. There's no way that's thread, no? 

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurt," he asks, looking at your hurt finger where a bead of blood already started forming. You only shrug, continuing to smile as you answer him.

"I'm fine, it's just a little prick anyway," getting a napkin you fastly wrap it around your index finger to hide it away. "So… What can I get for you today?" you repeated but the boy seemed more interested in what you were working on before, actually leaning over the counter to look at your half-embroidered tank top then he looked up at you again, more so at your apron.

"Hey, are you the one who did the flowers on your apron?" he suddenly asks, shifting to face you, his big red eyes full of curiosity and wonder. A little too close for your liking and making you flush just the tiniest bit.

"Yea—Yeah. Why?" 

"I like them! Your stitches are very precise. You must have a lot of practice." he states smiling, and that somewhat takes you off guard. In the six months you worked at this café no one has ever complimented your work. Or even noticed that you are the only waitress with a different apron.

"Oh, thank you," you genuinely thank him, deciding there's no harm in entertaining him for a while. You two are the only ones here anyway. "Do you like embroidery?" the boy's smile widens, the gesture pulling at the red lines under his lip that you are starting to think are actual pieces of thread stitched into his skin.

"Yes, something like that! I love sewing and stitching! See!" he excitedly says lifting his right arm to show you the stitches on it. And only then do you also finally notice 'x's on his neck. You freeze, slightly off put by the display, and shiver at the thought of needle puncturing skin. How can you do that to yourself? Is the first question going through your mind. Then: do they hurt? Of course, they hurt idiot… But are they still hurting after healing? Are they like tattoos or piercings? Paining you when they are done but after healing you don't even know they are there? The boy's smile slowly fades away at your stupefied gaze. 

"You're—"

"Do they hurt?" you blurt out before he can continue, your eyes roaming over the red thread on his arm.

"Not really," he states. "Tho I'm kinda insensitive to pain." 

You nod, slowly processing what he just said. "You sure do love stitching." just like you love embroidery. You can somewhat understand him, though you could never do that to yourself.

"Mhm. Just like you do embroidery." he hums approvingly, seeing how your face shifts from concerned to gentle. And just like that his smile returns. "What were you working on?" and his curiosity too. You couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped you.

"Just adding my touch to a tank top," you say glancing at the tambour hoop holding the fabric in place. "Do you wanna see?" 

His eyes practically sparkle at your question, an immediate "yes!" following. 

You laugh again, revealing the half-finished piece of a white snake coiled around a golden crescent moon, little stars sprinkled around.

"Wow!" the boy exclaims, leaning closer to take in every detail. "It's beautiful! The details are amazing. How do you get the stitches so precise?" you slightly flush at the compliment, smiling wider as his enthusiasm rubs on you.

"With lots of practice and patience," you answer while he still analyzes your work.

"I'd love to learn how to do that!" and you find yourself laughing once again. 

"I could teach you if you want." you offer in the heat of the moment, deciding that you like the boy and wouldn't mind spending more time with him.

"Really!?" the sparkles returned to his eyes that are now solemnly focused on you. "I'd love that! When can we start?" 

"Whenever you want. We could do it here after I finish my shift or on breaks. This week I'm on the early one and next week on the afternoon shift," you say and he nods excitedly.

"It's a deal!" he says thrusting his hand forward and you shake it while chuckling, putting the embroidery away.

"Deal," you confirm smiling. "By the way, I'm Y/N Y/L," you say totally aware of the nameplate on your chest but you still want to present yourself appropriately.

"Juuzou Suzuya!" he says, pulling his arm back.

"Nice to meet you, Suzuya!" you say, still smiling.

"Likewise Y/N!"

[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.”

[s-3lliot]

Tokyo Ghoul Brainrot

Y’all I think the Juuzou Suzuya obsession is coming back. I’ve been scrolling through icons of Juuzou for so long that my phones’ started to glitch and it ain’t loading anymore 💀

Anyways, Live laugh love Juuzou Suzuya

[iluvxsm]

ganginthisbitch

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

hello! I hope you're okay. Can I request the headcannons of the romantic relationship of Juuzou Suzuya x reader? He is truly my favorite manga character Please be happy and receive love!💕

Aww thank you! We need more Juuzou lovers on this site! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Juuzou Suzuya relationship headcannons

warnings: none

-Juuzou is... a very interesting partner

-Don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful boyfriend, he's just a tad bit messed up

-He's always touching you, holding your hand, draping himself over your lap or shoulder, sometimes he'll even jump onto you shoulders and let you carry him around

-He just loves you so much, he needs to be as close to you as possible at all times!

-Loveessss kissing you! his favorite thing to do is surprise attack you with kisses when you least expect it

- They're mostly short, sweet pecks on the mouth or cheek, but they are full of energy and passion so you don't mind

-He loves it when you trace his stitches! It feels nice to him, sometimes it even puts him to sleep

-Speaking of sleeping, this man is a wildcard, and that applies to his sleeping habits

-Sometimes, he'll sleep at night, and then sometimes he falls asleep in the middle of the day with no warning, you can't predict when it will happen, it just does

-The same applies to his cuddling habits whilst sleeping, any and every position you can think of he will do over the course of the night

-If you work for the CCG, he finds time during every shift to pop in and say hello, ask for kisses, steal your snacks, see what case your working...

-He does worry more over his partner if they work at the CCG, especially after the mission that sent Shinohara into a coma, so you'd best believe he's keeping his eye on you

- Refuses to let you on dangerous missions without him (he's scared you'll get hurt), and he absolutely will throw a fit at the higher ups if they try to separate you

-It's hard to tell he worries though, he makes sure to keep up his carefree attitude so you don't catch on

-Shows you off to EVERYONE. The quinx squad (and everyone else) are bombarded with comments about you

-"Hey! Haise, look at how beautiful my Y/N looks today!"

-"Juuzou, they look beautiful, but you've shown me this picture seven times today..."

-It takes a very long time for Juuzou to open up to you, he has a lot of trauma and he would rather ignore it than talk about it

-Eventually though, he'll reveal bits and pieces of his life before telling you everything

-Loves going on fun little dates with you! He has so much energy, so he enjoys going out and doing things rather than staying at home

-You're the only person he will share his snacks with (truly the highest honor)

-All and all, he loves you, and he doesn't plan on letting you go anytime soon

[bleach-your-panties]

New post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Dark Smut🍡🍫

“Suzuya-san, how much further do we have to go?” You inquired of your black-haired squad captain.

Juuzou had demanded quite urgently for you to come along with him to deliver Christmas gifts to all of the investigators in your building.

You currently serve as his second-in-command in the newly formed Suzuya Squad and Juuzou holds you in high regards, always keeping you by his side. He even brought you with him to deliver a fresh bouquet to Mr. Shinohara in the infirmary.

“Just try and keep up, Y/N-chan! We have a lot of presents to deliver before we leave for Christmas vacation today!” He looked at you with his red eyes beaming like stop lights.

Humming and skipping ahead of you, he then stopped at yet another office door.

“Knock, knock! Open up, Akira-chan!” You heard him say as said blonde woman opened the door for him.

She smiled at the two of you upon your entrance. Juuzou reached into his bag and handed her a small, neatly wrapped gift. It was about the size of a square coaster and decorated in shimmery red and white paper with a white bow on top.

“Ah, thank you, Juuzou! That is very thoughtful of you.”

He squealed in childish delight as she petted his black head before reaching into the drawer of her desk to pull something out. A candy cane.

“Thank you, very much, Akira-chan! Let’s head out, Y/N!” He gripped your arm and dragged you back out the door.

Inside his bag, Juuzou had a collection of the sugary, curved candy sticks. What could he possibly be planning to do with all of those candy canes?

—-

You were sorry that you ever wondered.

After all of the gifts had been delivered, Juuzou brought you back to his office and locked the door behind him. 

Once the shades had been pulled over all the windows, he gave you that cute, innocent smile of his.

“Do you want to play a game, Y/N-chan?”

“W-what, what kind of game?”

A devious smirk covered his lips, followed by a thick, pink tongue flicking out to lick at them.

“A fun one.”

��--

“Suzuya-san…is there a reason for this?” Your shaky voice barely reached the ears of your superior. 

The faux-noir was really paying you no mind as his tongue swirled around the tip of yet another candy cane. He had managed to sharpen their ends into sharp points using his tongue alone.

You attempted to free your arms and legs from their bindings, but with Juuzou’s strength and skills you were no match for the intricate trap that he’d encased you in. 

With your legs spread-eagle and ankles tied to either side of his small desk, you couldn’t help but feel the burn and stretch of this awkwardly painful position.

All around you, Juuzou had you pinned with his sharpened candy canes. Some dug into the meat of your thighs, some your tits, and others in various places strewn all over your trembling, bleeding body.

“Please, Suzuya-san…let me out of this! I..I can’t take this anymore! Please, just fuck me!” You begged. 

“Oh? What’s that, you said you want me to fuck you? That’s what I’m doing right now, Y/N-chan!” He cheered gleefully then rubbed his tongue over your swollen clit, sticky from both his saliva, your cum, and the striped candy that he kept rubbing all along your slickened folds.

“N-no…not like this. With your dick*..”

Juuzou leaned up onto his elbows and spat on your clit before using his entire hand to rub it side to side. His movements were rough, but luckily your arousal had you wet enough that it didn’t hurt too badly.

“You’re such a whiny bitch, Y/N. I seriously doubt that you could take my dick*, so what was the point in you even asking me that, hm?!”

He slapped your pussy hard with his hand then thrust his red-stitched middle finger in your cunt to the hilt. A pained shout tore from your throat as he moved it in hard and fast; his fingers were so long, he might as well have been cervix-checking you.

“Aww, it’s okay, Y/N-chan. You may not be able to handle my dick*, but this should suffice just as well!” 

E/c orbs doubled in horror as he pulled one last candy cane from his sack. An extra-large one, green and red-striped with a prominently phallic-shaped tip.

“Merry Christmas!”

*yes, he was castrated which means he has no balls, but he likely still has a dick!

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[starsfeyes]

Do people still use wattpad or should I just move my stuff over here?

[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo ghoul • suzuya juuzou.

like or reblog if you save use.

[citruslullabies]

Heyy, can i request some casual romantic fluff with Juuzou (from Tokyo Ghoul)?

I don't think I've ever written for Juuzou!

Trigger warnings: needles

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: short but sweet fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Juuzou x reader

Word count: 237

Threads

You had been with Juuzou for a long while at this point, knowing how he was an investigator but even then you loved him dearly.

It was his day off, but not yours. You finally came home from work and saw him on the couch, humming as he stitched red threads through the first layer of his skin. Knowing that if he messed up he'd make his body erupt in pain and have blood spill out.

You slowly approached him, sitting beside him and pressing a kiss against the stitches on his lower lip having caught him by surprise. He looked over at you and paused, before a mischievous cat-like smile came over his face as he engulfed you in a sloppy hug.

“Hey darling!” He cooed, happy to see you home from work. He nuzzled against you, completely forgetting about the needle and thread hanging from his arm as he clung onto you and greeted you. You smiled and carefully picked the needle up, very carefully unwrapping the red thread and putting the sewing needle away. “Hi honey.” You said back softly, placing one of your hands in his fluffy white hair.

The man snuggled against you as if he was a child, despite being mentally disturbed, he was cute. Only showing you the good parts of him. He asked the common questions, getting your answers and swimming in them affectionately.

He was you’re deranged dolly.

Thanks for requesting!

[married-to-google-translater]

Can u do a juuzou x jealous reader where reader is jealous of kurona and see what happens next. Pls do it asap. Tq!

I write things according to my mood. Unfortunately, I do not take requests for how fast I write the request.

I hope u like this <3

Juuzou suzuya

Juuzou had been dating you for quite some time.

You worked together and sometimes had to go on missions together.

You knew a little about Juuzou's past.

However, the fact that Kurona knew Juuzou came as a surprise.

You didn't really have a reason to be jealous…

However, you couldn't help it.

Juuzou wouldn't be the best person with feelings.

Considering his childhood, it really wouldn't be a surprise.

It would be a little difficult for him to understand what you are feeling at the moment.

Yeah, there's no reason to expect hate feelings.

Juuzou would find you really cute when you're jealous.

Awwwwe your blush would be cute.

However, you would get lots of hugs and kisses afterwards.

Juuzou may not understand your feelings but he loves you a lot.

[night-skies-quiet-cries]

A Case of the Touchy-Feelies-Juuzou Suzuya & GN! CCG Coworker! Reader

Imagine: Juuzou being touch-starved with a coworker who is always willing to give him the physical affection he wants, even in the most inconvenient of circumstances...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I low-key gave up on trying to get tumblr to accept my fic posts bc apparently they were over the character limit so I guess this is the next best thing.

Also how tf do you center something in a link post on here?