#torso tokyo ghoul

[as21-7]

rinkaku

[javaghoul]

i was just thinking about torso and how much I hate him, and then I started designing a shitty home for him in my head

I imagined him living in a place where there is wall to wall carpet in the bathroom, and it's deep pile so hard to clean. I envisioned toe nail clippings stuck into the fabric and him feeling it every time he goes in the room

And then I thought he probably wouldn't care because he's disgusting, so Furuta can have it instead

[kyanitedragon]

[tatatatatara]

The fact that Tomoe is a better version of Tatara.

Aogiri Tree is place for violent ghouls and it was ruled by violence. Sure, it did provide food and shelter but its member are treated as disposable pawns by the leader (Tatara)

Meanwhile, Tomoe really made a safe haven for those in needs - the one who can't live together with human but they won't harm human either. It's basically Goat minus the change the world ideal. They just need somewhere to belong.

Moreover, Tatara spent all of his adulthood to revenge his dead brother, even to the point he basically couldn't do anything else or think straight about it. He became enraged just by seeing someone else holding Houji's quinque and eventually he paid for it by having a meaningless death.

Tomoe also wanted revenge for her dead brothers, but she managed to let go of it and even decided to fight alongside Amon - whose quinque is made from her brothers. And she was kinda opened to Takizawa too, considering the fact that he killed the last person she respected and broke her uterus, maybe because he saved her from Rushima.

Anyways, it was clear that Tomoe tried to understand her enemy which helped her let go of her grudge, and ultimately avoided the same fate as Tatara.

Tomoe's not as strong as Tatara, but she tried and learned to overcome her weakness. Tomoe is not as smart as Tatara, but she never losed her cool in front of her enemies. She's a kinder and more thoughtful version of Tatara and I love her for that.

[jupiterj0]

Okay reading TG: re for the first time after only watching part of the anime in the past and I gotta say - godDAMN. I’ve been crying, getting goosebumps and chills, wanting to throw up, intense anxiety. I had to cut myself off. Volume 8 was especially crazy and I just don’t know how to feel.

[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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[pinkaditty]

Pavlov's Ghoul Pt 2 (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

we have someone 2 blame 4 the pavlov's ghoul series: 🐟 anon. they have officially established themselves as a regular and claimed an emoji. they have also given me a sinostra idea... perhaps... maybe... im still thinking abt it

a/n: we're back!!! amen!!!! i don't know how i managed 2 finish this but i did. god i hope y'all like this bc im a little proud of how i managed 2 get this one done!!! i hope i wrote leo in character enough bc that's the one main thing im scared i didn't do right...

quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

OH ALSO this did take a slight turn from the original idea, which was to have him want to spy on someone. i tweaked that idea just a little bit, i hope no one minds.

summary: leo gets fuckin choked the hell out with his own tie amen! in more thorough terms: leo is determined to get a rise out of you. you're determined to get him to shut the fuck up.

cw: choking, implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, heavy petting, dry humping, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!

Psst! Part 1 is here in case you missed it!

Something about being an attention whore for your best friend’s girlfriend was pathetic. That, yet and still, didn’t stop Leo. He assumed you and Sho were dating, but he admittedly hadn’t had the nerve to ask Sho. He knew when you’d come over, though, and would use his stigma to listen to your moans, soft and breathy, through the walls. He'd clutch a pillow to his torso, curling into it as though he could hide his shame from himself. He'd listen intently to the hum of your voice, ordering Sho’s movements as though you were in charge; and to Sho’s immediate compliance without complaint. He was as obedient as a well-trained dog. 

It made Leo laugh sometimes, Sho’s obedience reminiscent of a loyal dog. A mocking smile would be buried into his pillow and quiet laughter would shake his body despite his throbbing erection pressing into the pillow’s other end. Despite his laughter, he knows he’s something of the same. The night he found out you and Sho were screwing still stands out clear in his head. The way your eyes flashed with displeasure at his presence, the way your posture stiffened like a stitch, the way your lips quirked downwards. Displeasure. Anger. Disgust. The way those emotions seemed to twist your face into something beautifully attractive to him. Honeyed rage and saccharine disgust were trickling forth from you, and in that moment, he found himself nothing more than a mere stray, lapping eagerly at the scraps of attention you were willing to give his starving heart. 

The sickeningly sweet voice you spoke to Sho in, he knew, would not get Leo off nearly as well as if you snarled out your words to him. If he were in Sho’s place… 

He quickly shakes his head to put an end to his reminiscent thoughts. He had things to do. 

You were supposed to be coming by Vagastrom today. Latest case had been like hell, but at least it was over. All he had to do was sign the report. That wouldn’t be a problem, so long as he got to try and pester you to death after his signage. Leo was lingering in the Vagastrom garage, occasionally pacing between the garage and the graffiti-layered couch in the entryway.

Leo checks the time on his phone for the fifth time. You were running a bit late. It was getting annoying. He sucks his teeth in annoyance, his mind already wandering to the possible explanations for your lateness. Perhaps another ghoul had captured your attention on the way there, and you were caught up in pointless conversation with them. Leo huffed and rolled his eyes at the thought, crossing his arms impatiently. What was so good about the other ghouls, anyway? Not that Leo would be all that interested, but he was sure he could give you a good time… And yet, you choose to spend your time with the better-natured ghouls. On one hand, he supposes he can’t blame a girl thrust into a new environment for being drawn to kindness, but on the other hand, you could at least not ignore his existence. Over a petty insult, at that. All he’d implied was that maybe Sho keeps you around because you’re good at giving head. Now, you giving him head is a regular occurrence, anyway. Leo just can’t see the problem. 

Leo has to suppress a small flare of rage at the thought of you sucking Sho off. As much as it grates him to admit it, hearing Sho’s moans along with yours pissed him off. He kicks at the floor of the Vagastrom garage, knocking a stray bolt into a pile of tools in the corner. His thoughts quickly wander, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It should’ve been—!

Light footsteps make their way down the stairs of the dorm. Leo’s head snaps upwards to find your form descending the steps at a chipper pace. Immediately, his heart jumps into his throat, pounding at an irrationally fast pace. He clenches and unclenches his fists in his pockets, feeling his palms become sweaty. He shakes his head before his face can warm, suppressing any outward expression best he can. He makes eye contact with you reluctantly and nods to acknowledge your presence.

“Kurosagi.” Unfortunately for Leo, your voice is steady and neutral. No hints of displeasure, or anger, or even apathy. Just total neutrality. He clicks his teeth in annoyance and glances down at the paper you’re holding out to him. ��Can you please sign this? Yours is the last signature I need.”

Leo hums, looking back at the stairs of the dorm, processing. “Before that, Little Miss Inspector…” he starts dismissively, keeping his gaze fixed on the stairs. “Did I just see you come from upstairs? Had you already been here?” His tone is clearly implying something, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He raises an eyebrow, lifting a hand to his chin in mock contemplativeness.

“Yeah.” He’s surprised, as you respond quicker and far more shamelessly than he’d expected. “I was just getting Sho’s signature.” The tone of your voice was oddly lighter, perhaps less neutral than before. Simultaneously, Leo’s gut boils with envy and his shit-eating grin spreads wider.

“I see. So…” He leans in closer to you, a mocking look in his eyes, his grin never leaving his face. “...How long did it take?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice and expression turn somewhat exasperated. Leo has to suppress an actual grin.

“How long did it take for you to clean up? All that cum off your face, I mean.” He gestures vaguely to your face, shifting the other hand to his hip as he smirks down at you.

Leo can’t help the giddiness that shoots through his body as white-hot anger seems to flash behind your gaze. Your brows knit together in anger and your face wrinkles into an offended, angered expression. Perfect, Leo thinks, staring at your expression. He happily soaks up all your attention, flicking his tongue out to run them over his lips, his piercing glinting in the light. He watches as your eyes follow the swift movement, returning his lips to a teasing smirk, lifting an eyebrow at you. 

His smirk morphs into a grin as you turn away, forcefully pushing the report into his chest. “Just sign the report, Kurosagi.” It’d be impossible not to pick up on the venom with which you said his name. It sends a thrill down his spine, and he shivers, biting his lips to stifle the crazed grin that threatened to spread across his face. 

He chuckles cheekily, looking down at you condescendingly. He has you right where he wants you. “How about this?” Leo starts, carefully plucking the report from your hand pressed to his chest. “I sign this,” he waves the report in his hands before tossing it to the side, leaving the papers to scatter across the floor, “when you answer my question.” Both his hands return to his hips, and he leans down, closer to your face, his face covered in a smug smirk and his eyes dancing with mirth. “So?” He starts, making sure to enunciate his words to bring attention to his tongue piercing, taunting you. “How long did it take?” He relaxes his gaze, staring down at you with hooded eyes. He takes a step towards you, to which you take a step back in turn. Leo only smiles and continues taking steps towards you, as you match his pace and take one step back for every one he takes forward. He watches as your gaze continues to emanate anger, exasperation, and disgust. His body feels rejuvenated, as though he’s fed on your negative attention. He sucks in his bottom lip and rolls it between his teeth, attempting to keep his teasing grin from growing into a genuine smile. 

“Come on~, don’t be a drag.” He finally stops walking, having backed you up to the graffiti-covered couch. He stood over you, smirking in response to your defiant expression. He leans forward towards you, veering towards your ear. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks. “It did take you a while to get down here, ya know?” Leo giggles, light and breathy in your ear, before pulling back, facing you again. He grins wide. “Next time, save yourself the effort and just swallow. Promise it makes things easier~! You can even show him… Like this!” He brings his hand to his lips, positioning his fingers in a “V” shape, and sticking his tongue between them, his mouth wide open. To further mock you, he makes a “Bleh!” sound as he sticks his tongue between his fingers, his body shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Leo honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted out of going this far. Maybe you’d get so angry you’d snap or something. Maybe you’d slap him, or punch him, or kick him, or just yell at him. Whichever you chose, he found himself looking forward to the inevitable sting your retort would leave. 

“...Why do you care?” Your voice is soft, barely there, but Leo can pick up on the anger laced in every syllable. He pretends not to hear you, instead leaning towards you, stupid smirk plastered on his face. 

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that, Miss Inspector. You should speak up, like you do when you’re ordering Sho around.”

Leo is hardly surprised when you grab his tie and pull him closer to your face. If anything, he revels in it, knowing you’re angry. What surprises him is when you twist him around and push him down onto the Vagastrom couch, climbing over him and pinning him down with your knees on his thighs. You keep an iron grip on his tie, and he stares at your fist warily, lifting his hands in surrender. He scoffs when he realizes you’re not going any further, looking up at you.

“Hmph. You’re bold, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He grins cheekily at your frustrated glare. Leo was just excited to finally hold your attention, all of it. You weren’t looking anywhere else, you weren’t listening to anyone else, there was nobody around to interrupt. It was just you, free to entertain his whims and give him all your attention. 

He feels you shift on top of him, and stays still as you readjust. Raising an eyebrow, he looks up at you. “So what are you planning to do to me while you have me like this, hm?” He says teasingly as you place your knees on either side of his body. You plop yourself down on his stomach, to which he grunts. He’s about to call you heavy when he feels the warmth of your core seep through his shirt. He shivers, and upon realizing the implications of this, smirks.

“Hey, honor student. Answer me this.” He brings one hand down to your thigh, gently squeezing it before gently trailing his fingers towards your skirt. “Is this because you were just fucking Sho…”, he slips his hand under your skirt and presses his thumb into your clothed clit, “...or is this because I—ack!” 

You were holding the knot of his tie taut against his throat. He instinctively moved his hands to his neck, nails scraping at his tie. He repeatedly gasps for air, staring up at you with wide eyes, as though pleading with you to let him go. Despite himself, he felt his body flush with heat at your unforgiving gaze. Steadily, the shock of being at your mercy turned into the pleasure of being at your mercy. Leo felt a warm feeling spread through his body at the thought of becoming victim to your whims; wherein your latest wish was his newest command. His heart thudded in his chest and his face grew warmer, both from his blocked blood flow and from the embarrassing revelation that this was turning him on. His eyes slowly rolled back into his skull as he still gasped for air, holding the tie and trying to pull it away from his neck.

When you finally release him, he sputters and coughs, turning his head away from you. He holds the crook of his elbow to his face, coughing as his lungs finally fill up with air again. When he catches his breath, he turns to you, attempting to hide the way your satisfied gaze set his body aflame with a deep scowl. “W-What the fuck was that, huh?!” He practically spits the words at you, his brows knitting together as he stared at you with fabricated contempt. His eyes are wide with a heady mix of arousal and fury. He was furious at himself for finding arousal once again in your mistreatment of him, this time to go as far as finding pleasure when you choked him. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to condemn it. Even now, as he warily switched his gaze between your face and your grip on his tie, something in him eagerly awaited the moment you’d repeat the action.

“Well?” Leo snaps angrily, undeterred by your silence. His chest heaves, and his hands are positioned near his throat, prepared for you to do it again. He keeps his gaze on you, your challenging gaze sending shivers down his spine.

“You know Leo, I’ve noticed something.” You start talking, seemingly ignoring his question. He frowns, but keeps quiet, allowing you to continue. “Ghouls are far stronger than humans, right? You could’ve pushed me off of you at any time. Why do you let me continue to choke you?”

Leo goes pale for a moment, your words sinking in. You’re right, technically speaking. If he had chosen to throw you off, he could. His mind scrambles for an excuse, anything to throw you off his trail. He mock scoffs, sneering at you. “How could I even think about pushing you off when you’re fucking choking me?!” He gestures to his neck, the knot a fair distance from his throat, still held in your grasp. 

Before he can say anything more, you lean further into him, placing your hands on either side of his head to steady yourself. “Then push me off.” You stare at him, your expression impassive so as not to get a rise out of him. “Right now.” 

Leo freezes and makes no move to push you off of him. He gazes back at you, swallowing harshly, realizing he’s been trapped. He could push you off to save face, but he didn’t want to. Your gaze, your attention, was what he craved so viscerally. He didn’t want to risk it by ending this a moment sooner, even if he was getting choked. He couldn’t so much as tear his gaze from you, staring back up at you defiantly, still refusing to move. He swallows thickly again, feeling his skin crawl. Your gaze, while hypnotizing, was also beginning to make him uncomfortable. He knew you could see right through him. He knew he’d become an open book, simply from the choice of refusing to push you off of him. He clicks his teeth, partially out of annoyance and partially out of frustration, staring you down as you did to him. He really was trapped. 

“...I think this turns you on, Leo. Right?” Leo startles, a new surge of energy coursing through him. He desperately attempted to deny it, shaking his head and squirming, as though to free himself from you. 

“What the hell are you on about, Inspector? Huh?” He gets defensive, his eyes wide and reflecting your earlier anger. He chuckles, though it comes out bitter, rather than in the teasing tone he’d wanted it to. “It’d take a freak to get turned on by something like this.” He spits the words at you again, sucking his teeth when he finishes speaking. He continues to stare up at you defiantly.

He feels you shift yet again as you lean away from him and twist your torso around, looking behind you. He looks at you quizzically for a moment before he feels your hand press directly against his stiffening cock. He moans, surprised, clenching his thighs together. He hadn’t even realized how hard he’d been this entire time. “I guess you’re a freak, then.” Your words are an obvious taunt, and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice without even looking at you. When you remove your hand, he has to resist the urge to thrust upwards and catch at least one more bit of friction. He groans, shifting and squirming uncomfortably. A portion of his attention was now on his cock, twitching restlessly in his pants at full mast. How had he not noticed this before? His chest heaved, his whole body quivering as he tried to keep it together. His cock seemed to beg for any sort of contact or friction, even jumping when his pants shifted against his tip. 

Miraculously, despite the gasps and muffled, whiny moans sprouting from his throat, and his desperate squirming, he manages to bite back. “If I’m one, then you are too!” His gaze flicks to your skirt, covering the warm, sticky evidence of your arousal. He can feel it through his shirt, the offending heat melting into his own arousal. He takes note of surprise temporarily flickering across your face before returning to an annoyed expression. “What, thought I didn’t notice, huh?” He laughs, a cheeky grin returning to his face despite his arousal. “Come on~. Miss Inspector, I’m not an idiot,” he continues, watching your annoyance grow, feeling excitement flush through his body. “I can feel the heat of your pussy through my fucking shirt. Crazy that you’re this horny even after fucking Sho. Who knew the honor student was such a wh- Urgh!” His hands fly to his tie again, feeling your grip tighten it around his neck. It was looser than before, but still tight enough to restrict his airways. He groans, trying to ignore the arousal that pulses through him all at once. “F-Fuck…” He chokes out, feeling his face warm again thanks to the restricted blood flow. He is gasping for air, twisting and turning underneath you, all in false attempts to free himself from your grasp. 

“I don’t appreciate being talked to like that, you know.” He is barely able to process your voice, soft and stern, almost too quiet to hear over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. His eyes roll back into his skull, and he groans again, slightly arcing his back in response to the pleasure. He writhes under you, his cock pressing harder into his uniform pants. He looks up at you pleadingly, as though begging you to do something about his throbbing cock. 

He feels your hips move back, lifting yourself off of his stomach and lowering yourself onto his groin instead. Slowly, the pressure on his neck loosens, and he cries out, feeling sudden, warm friction against his cock. His hands reach for your thighs, squeezing them as you settle on his groin, panting heavily and staring intently at where your bodies almost connected. He whines, rolling his hips upwards once, steadying you with his hands. 

You smirk at him, and Leo realizes how needy he must look right now- pupils blown wide, lidded eyes, lips wet and wide open in heavy pants. Some part of him resigns to looking like this, the pleasure of being at your mercy nearly fully taking over. This was insane, and he knew it, but right now, your eyes were on him. You were giving him the attention he so desperately craved, and he didn’t care that he was the victim, or the loser, or the thrall. In his eyes, he’d won. You were speaking down to him in a condescending tone, forcing him to recognize his own hypocrisy, and best of all, you were angry with him. Leo could still spot some anger behind your eyes, anger at him and the taunting words he’d said and names he’d called you. Disregarding his pride for a mere moment, he had to admit, this was exhilarating. It was… perfect.

He snaps back to reality when you start to grind your hips downward, moving your hips back and forth along his length. He moans and grips your thighs, feeling his cock press painfully hard against the restrictive fabric of his pants. In his hazy stupor, he slides one hand closer to your skirt again, slipping his hand underneath and thumbing your clit like he did before. As he does, he peeks back up as you with a cheeky smile, or, at least, the best teasing smile he could muster while you rocked your hips against his, sending his senses into hyperdrive. He grins in satisfaction when you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying the sensation. 

He feels the tie tighten around his neck again, and watches eagerly as you push the knot closer to his throat. He tilts his head back, willingly accepting your whim, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Hrk!” The knot at last presses into his throat, and he grunts before gasping for air, a shiver running down his spine. He continues thumbing your clit as you resume the movement of your hips, rubbing your heat back and forth over his twitching length. He no longer struggles, but he does make quite a bit of noise. Grunts and groans and gasps are all muffled well by the tie around his neck. Eventually, he starts to feel lightheaded, the choking restricting his breathing and limiting the oxygen getting to his brain. His pace in thumbing your clit becomes sloppy, his panting becomes quicker, and he feels his cock stir urgently as you quicken your pace. He is hit with the overwhelming realization that he’s close. His moans get a little louder, feeling the inevitable release piling in his groin. He attempts to warn you, but he can’t seem to get the words out, his words too much for his blissed-out mind to process. Instead, his nails dig into your thigh, his thumb rubs sloppily against your clit, and his eyes roll back, his jaw going slack as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. He digs his heels into the couch, pushing his hips into yours as you continue your pace, his throbbing cock twitching excitedly under the friction of your warm heat. Sparks begin to pop behind his eyes, and he swears he’s so close, he’s nearly there…

When, suddenly, you stop your pace and release his tie, letting it loosen around his neck. He watches, stunned, as you rise from his lap, walking away from him. He’s barely waking up from his blissful haze, holding his throat as he carefully breathes, blinking repeatedly to keep his vision from swimming. His cock stood hard and lonely, twitching with dissatisfaction at a stolen release. His gaze snaps back to you, as you walk back towards the Vagastrom garage. It takes a few tries, but he summons his voice, scrambling to lift himself from the couch. “Hey!” He sits upright, staring at your retreating figure. When you don’t turn around, he hurriedly stands, holding his head in his hands as he reorients himself. “Hey!” He says it with a bit more urgency, and heads after you after shaking his head. “What the fuck was that, Little Miss Inspector?” He grabs your shoulder and forcefully turns you around, unsurprised to see a neutral expression on your face again. 

“What the fuck was what?”

He crosses his arms and stares at you with displeasure. “Come now, Miss Inspector. I’m the one to play coy. What the fuck was that?” 

He watches as you roll your eyes dismissively and turn away, continuing on your way. “A lapse in judgement.” 

Leo freezes. A lapse in judgement? No, he knows it was more than that. The satisfaction flaring in your eyes while on top of him told him so. He hurries after you, stomping on the ground before he catches up and pulls your sleeve, forcing you to face him again. His cool exterior is cracking, the desperation in his groin reawakening as he pulls you back. “Come on, Miss Inspector~.” He says the phrase a little whiny despite trying to hide his yearning with teasing. “...Don’t make me beg for it.”

His eyes bore into yours, his golden gaze flashing with an amalgam of desire, envy, desperation, and excitement. The words ‘Please give me more’ rested helplessly on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray his calm attitude if you turned away from him again. His face was an open book all over again, his true feelings visible in the way he gazed at you, in the way he chewed on his bottom lip, in the way he tightened his grip on your sleeve. 

He watches as the corner of your lips quirks upwards, as though satisfied all over again. You pass the unsigned report to him again, and Leo realizes you must’ve walked away to collect it. “How about this?” You turn to him, shit-eating grin spreading across your face. “If you sign this…” You tap the report tauntingly, and he stares back at you, realization dawning on him, “...I’ll drag you back to that couch and finish what I started.”

Leo almost balks. His own bargaining chip, used against him. He stares at the report in his hands, part of him wanting to refuse, and the other half wanting to sign it and drag you back to the couch himself. 

His gaze lifts to you, and he finds you gazing at him expectantly, as though you had him right where you wanted, and knew exactly what he wanted. A rueful smile plays across his face as he flips open the report, not bothering to glance at the details before reaching the signatures page. He glances up at you, and catches the tail end of a satisfied smirk, before it drops, returning to the same expectant look. He grips the edges of the report, staring back at you.

Fuck. He really hoped he had a pen on him.

a/n: wrote this in three separate sittings. not sure how, so don't ask. i really hope y'all enjoy this bc lowkey im a little scared i didn't write this well enough! but if you enjoyed, please do let me know yippee!!!

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thank you all 4 asking 2 be tagged, i hope you all enjoyed!

[fairy-writes]

New to requesting so please tell me if this is the incorrect way to do it Im obssessed with your writing can I request

Uta x human reader angst/comfort

SCARS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Reader

Word Count: 

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

Notes: I used THIS prompt by @whumpster-dumpster as… well… a prompt!

This is also the same reader used in both THIS and THIS oneshot!

TW for blood and injuries

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Uta should’ve known you had scars. 

It was practically part of your job description as a CCG Investigator. 

He just didn’t expect them to be so… severe. 

It was an accident, really, seeing them. Uta had popped by your apartment after a long week, intending to take you out on your weekly date night. He had let himself in with his key and spied your briefcase containing your quinque and white trenchcoat tossed on the couch. 

So you were home. 

He had changed into indoor slippers and meandered his way down the hall. Knocking on your bedroom door and hearing no answer, he opened it and peeked his head inside. 

Only to come face to face with your bloody back. 

How had he not smelled it before? He was a ghoul, after all, maybe he just wasn’t paying attention to his nose.

Admittedly, at first, he panicked. But he managed to school his face into a perfect calm when you whirled around to face him. 

“What are you doing here?!” You demanded, and he shrugged, the scent of drying blood tickling his nose.

“I did knock.” Was all he said as he took your demand as an invitation to enter your bedroom. 

The sheets of your bed are rumpled and bloodstained. Maybe you had been sleeping and woken up because of the blood? 

Your white button-down is in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you’re holding a roll of bandages in red-stained fingertips. Uta’s words make you scoff, and you turn around to try and keep wrapping your injuries. 

“I asked why you were here.” You say sharply, and he hums as he sits behind you on the bed.

“It’s date night.” He says simply, and you let out a pained laugh,

“I don’t think I’m in the best position to go out on the town tonight.” You say, and he gently pries the bandages from your hands and wraps your torso for you. 

He’s done this before, but never to this extent. A scratch here, some stitches there, he forgets sometimes that you humans are so fragile. 

Uta is gentle as he passes the roll from hand to hand and wraps your injuries. 

Your wounds are deep, though not deep enough to need stitches. They’re angry, red, and inflamed as if an infection is beginning to set in. If he had to guess, you are probably hurt because of a fellow ghoul. He shakes his head. He can ask for details later. 

When he’s done, he secures the wrappings and pats your shoulder twice. But his eyes keep tracing the raised ridges of skin that decorate your back like Christmas lights. 

At least, until you turn around and catch just what he’s looking at. 

And your face turns angry.  You push Uta away with harsh words.

“What? What’s your problem, huh?” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow. 

You keep going, 

“Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? You think you’re too good for me now that I’m ‘damaged goods’?”

“Of course not.” He says gently, trying to calm you down, but you just keep going. Tears well up and streak your cheeks. But you push him away when he tries to reach for you.

“Then look at me like I’m still a person! Look at me like you used to! Like you love me!” 

He finally pins your arms down and pulls you into a hug. Gently, of course, so as not to aggravate your back. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“I still love you. Fiercely and unconditionally. A few scars aren’t going to change that.” He says and feels you thump his chest with a weak fist. It doesn’t hurt. Not physically, at least. But his heart breaks at your shaking form in his arms. 

“Then why look at me like I’ve changed?” You whisper, and he rocks you back and forth.

“Because you have changed. We all change when you think about it.” He says and feels your tears wet his sweater.

“Don’t get deep with me. Not when I’m injured.” He huffs out a chuckle and pulls back, checking you over once again. 

You’re okay. 

And that’s all he can ask for.

[kometqh]

Infatuation

Haise Sasaki x Fem!Reader

Your mentor was the best mentor in the entire headquarters of CCG. He was sweet, he was caring, brave and strong, and most of all, he always looked out for you.

Word count: 1,676

A/N: although the MC is specified to be a girl, I don’t believe I’ve used any gendered words/pronouns so hopefully this can be enjoyed by a wider audience <3 also this is unedited so my apologies for any typos and mistakes.

Warnings: Depictions of a serial killer, brief description of body mutilation and murder, kissing.

The CCG headquarters were silent as you typed away on your computer, writing up your report on the latest ghoul attack. A serial killer was on a spree across the streets of Tokyo, and it had been left to you to take care of it. The police force had struggled to handle the case, as investigators were going missing left, right and centre. They wrongly believed that the serial killer was just a psychopath, eager to get his fill of blood, leaving bodies of victims strewn across empty alleyways and roads.

At first, it was believed that the killer was human. However, the police quickly realised they had a murderous ghoul on their hands after the discovery of the third victim.

Her body had been completely brutalised. Three limbs had been ruthlessly torn off, never to be found, her torso dug into as if she was nothing short of a layer of dirt. The look of fear on her face had been imprinted into the back of your mind.

“Fuck…” You muttered, glancing over at the time. It was way past home-time, and yet you were still stuck in the office, writing a seemingly never-ending report. You knew what Haise would say. “You have to take care of yourself, Y/N.” You murmured in a squeaky voice, imitating him as you saved your progressed and promptly turned off your computer.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he was right.

A warm spark crackled in the pit of your belly, pricking at your heart as memories of your mentor flashed before your eyes. He was a sweet guy, even if you refused to publicly admit that.

He always looked after you and our squad, cooking up dinners, making sure you attended all your health checkups, treating any wounds. And, most importantly, giving you the time of his day. He knew when something was wrong, when he needed to talk to you, to make sure you were okay after every battle. Heck, he even sometimes escorted you to and from places if a battle had taken too big of a toll on you.

You really admired Haise Sasaki.

Though, you’d never admit it to his face. Or to anyone’s. Some things were meant to be kept as secrets.

The walk to your home wasn’t long, though the sky was already getting dark by the time you left the office building. There was a chilly breeze, and you tugged on your jacket as a particularly strong gust sent shivers down your spine.

You almost wished Haise had come to pick you up.

Taking out your phone and earbuds, you decided to listen to some music. It would make the time go by faster, and make the streets feel a little less scary. Even though you were an experienced investigator, a sense of fear still gripped at you whenever you were alone.

Your eyes widened as you turned on your phone, shock overcoming you at the vast amount of missed calls and numerous text messages from Haise.

His earliest message read ‘Hey Y/N! How’s work going?’, followed by a, ‘What would you like for dinner?’, and the more time that passed between each message, the more worry had been planted and grown in each text, ‘Hey, please answer. I’m getting worried over here’. That was the last calm message he sent before a barrage of missed phone calls clogged your lockscreen, and you felt something tug at your heart as you realised just how worried Haise was for you. You bit your lip as you pressed to dial his contact, the incessant ringing of the phone becoming a welcome distraction as you began to walk home.

Haise picked up the phone after the fifth dial went off.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you?! Why weren’t you answering my messages, or picking up my calls?!” He asked, worry lacing his tone as he bombarded you with questions.

“I’m sorry, Haise, I was working and I didn’t check my phone!” You exclaimed, feeling guilt build up in your stomach.

“That’s okay but-”

“I was so focused on my report that I didn’t even realise the time… I’m so sorry.” You cut him off, rambling with a small grimace on your face as the realisation, of just how panicked he was, dawned on you.

A short silence followed, and you slowed in your steps.

“Haise?”

“Y/N. Turn around.”

Quirking a brow, you followed his instructions, only to be stunned. Confusion took over your features, and you watched as he closed the distance between the two of you, his familiar scent invading your senses as soon as he was within close proximity.

Questions ran through your mind, but you remained silent even as he finally got close enough to hear you.

“I panicked a- and I decided to check up on you-” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his head in a gesture of embarrassment. “So, here I am.” Muttering the last part, Haise slowly looked up at you, a faint blush ghosting over his cheeks.

You continued staring him down, a frown pulling at your face. Did he really feel the need to come to the company headquarters? On his day off? Why would he do that?

“Why?” Was all that you asked, masking the embarrassment and infatuation you had with this man.

“Well- I couldn’t let anything bad happen to you,” He paused, linking his arm with yours, “And I’m meant to protect you darling.” He said, giving you a fond smile as he urged you to move forward.

You glanced away, feeling the heat rush to your face over his nickname for you. He often used sweet nicknames, but you still struggled to prepare yourself for them. They were sneaky in nature, always catching you off guard, always at the wrong time. But that was just the way Haise was; unassuming but charming. But also strong and brilliant. That’s why, and how, he won almost every battle.

The walk home was not meant to be a long one, and being with Haise ensured that time would fly by without a hitch. He was funny and caring, offering you his scarf when the chilly autumn breeze picked up on strength. You had gladly accepted, mindlessly revelling in the fresh, lingering scent that he left behind on the woolly material.

“You like my scarf?” He pointed out, his heart fluttering at how you instantly melted into the warmth, a ghost of a smile on your face.

“It’s nice. And warm. I like it.” You murmured into the material, before taking a slow, deep inhale, your heart fluttering at the familiar and comforting scent. Haise was amazing. You definitely were given the best mentor the CCG had available.

Before you knew it, you were stood at the gates of your house, Haise turning to punch in the code. The gates opened with a low hum, the black spikes disappearing into the night as your focus remained glued to your mentor. Only one thought was going through your mind.

Taking a step closer, you observed as he slowly turned to face you.

“Let’s go inside, it’s cold out here.” He murmured, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.

For a moment, you remained silent, biting the inner wall of your cheek. It was now or never.

“Y/N?” He questioned, a tilt to his brow as he looked down at you.

Taking another step forward, just until your torso almost touched his.

“Thank you, Haise,” You whispered out, rubbing the soft fabric of his scarf between your fingers. Slowly, you disentangled it from around your neck, and gently wrapped it around Haise’s. The blush on your face could be easily mistaken for being due to the cold. It was now, or never.

“Really, it’s not a-”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clenched your fists and stood on your tiptoes. With the utmost urgency, you placed a quick, short peck on his cheek.

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

That was amazing.

The silence between the two of you seemed to stun the entire world into a stillness.

He smells amazing.

Haise remained unmoving even as you slowly opened your eyes, the blood in your ears pulsing loudly as you stared into his eyes.

Even as he said nothing, only one thought lingered on your mind.

I want to do it again.

But before you could move, or even take a breath, your mentor did the unexpected.

His palms were soft and gentle as they cupped your face, his thumb caressing the slope of your jaw as he closed the gap between you two, his lips quickly, but firmly, melting into yours. He’s confident but slow as his lips move against yours, as if to say ‘You can push me away if you want to’, not that you were actually going to.

It’s only when you reciprocate the kiss that you feel a smile tug at his lips, the kiss suddenly becoming needier and more breathy despite Haise’s initial hesitation and your shock. Your hands quickly rose up and entangled themselves in his hair, roaming through the soft strands, feeling how they run across your skin. One hand slid to the curve of his nape, cold fingers dipping behind the collar of his shirt, a quiet, sweet chuckle escaping your lips as his smile widens.

Slowly, he pulls away, a glint in his eye as he glances between your irises and your lips.

“That was nice,” He grins, a hand caressing your cheek, placing one last peck on your lips before your hands move to lay imply around his neck. You give him a small nod, your voice stuck in your throat as you stand before him, admiring his features.

“That was perfect.” You finally say after a long moment, before placing another, longer peck, on his lips. “I’ll see you inside.” And with that, you pull away from him, leaving Haise standing before the gates as your body slowly disappears into the orange glow of the house.

[karaosaeki-fanboy]

Intro post ill make look better later!

🐇26 year old

🐇He/Him ftm gay man

🐇Autistic/CPTSD/DID/ - Only mentioned as I speak on trauma heavy topics occasionally, and it's from personal experiences and personal research.

🐇I will do my best to tag themes, but the tag "#trauma talk" will be on all posts about traumatic themes, especially if there's multiple themes that overlap!

🐇This started as a Torso fanblog but decided I wanted to switch to a Tokyo Ghoul blog where I mainly focus on a set of characters : Juuzou, Mutsuki, Torso, Furuta and Takizawa!

🐇I Kin and relate heavily to Juuzou and Takizawa. Also parts of Mutsuki.

���DNI/DNF - transphobic (including not referring Mutsuki correctly and ignoring/denying he is a trans man), homophobia, racism, MAPs, "you cant sexualize juuzou/mutsuki". ANTI's, Anything I've forgotten i block freely. Endo & non traumatic systems please DNI... or at least understand I'm not interested in talking to you about being Plural and understand ALL my plural/systems headcanons are born from the characters trauma.

[kaedeichinose]

overall i like tokyo ghoul re a lot more than i expected given its reputation. it takes a while to get there but once the pieces finally line up the last few volumes are a really cathartic and theres so many 10/10 moments when those dominoes finally start falling. i think the switch in focus to the ccg was vital to the overall themes of the story, it really wouldnt hit as good if you werent rooting for both sides obviously, but the ccg has too many like. nobody jobbers so it needed to cut some of the fat and focus harder on a few key characters. but despite that i think i really like tokyo ghoul as a whole. its very impactful, has some gorgeous art and paneling and i think ishida sui really put his everything into it. more than worth a read, its easy to see why it exploded the way it did and also why studio pierrot should be jailed for their crimes.

furuta is a bit of a mixed bag bc at his worst he feels kind of annoying and hes like TOO zany but post dragon activation we see him act a lot more lucid and sincere which rounds him out a lot, and i think some of his Silly stuff is good there just needed to be a better balance between his large ham and his true core.

tooru is obviously the most mixed bag. some shit hits so good like when he has to present as a woman and we get the very obvious gender dyphoria as horror allegory during the auction which is done really well and makes your stomach turn but then the torso stuff makes your stomach turn in a bad way. his backstory also feels really gender and sexuality specific in a way no one else's tragedies really do? like rize has her baby facotry stuff and that feels like its handled with a lot more tact overall. i dont think ishida sui had bad intentions but he ultimately stumbled BUT i did really like the final quinx confrontation and i think they were the glue holding part 2 together.

saiko da beeeeest.

[kyanitedragon]

Wait... Haise / Kaneki can drive?!

[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

Propaganda:

Grace and Max; Grace is a super-devout protestant church girl who's big on abstinence. Max is an asshole quarterback jock who crushes on her because porn gave him specific expectations for "repressed" girls. Grace actually IS repressed, so she happily hides his body after (accidentally) murdering him - seeing his death as an Act of God. Max comes back from the dead as a vengeful ghost. Grace seduces Max's ghost - tricking him into a ritual that gets him exorcized after they have sex. Grace proceeds to live on his memory by becoming one of those serial killers who go after guys that have pre-marital sex. (god it feels so weird to call Jaegerman by his first name)

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

finished vol 14 and like. i am not okay. those death reports can NOT have been true. what teh fuck. fuck that. on the bright side tho i found the :re mangas too so. here we go again!

been binging the tokyo ghoul manga recently (everyone say thank you internet archive) and HOLY SHIT???? "please don't die" "are you crazy? if i die here that'll make him a murderer" IT'S NOT JUST ME! IT'S ALSO THE MANGA THAT WANTS KANEKI AND AMON TO FUCKIN TALK AND UNWILLINGLY BEFRIEND EACH OTHER WHILE KNOWNIG THEY SHOULDN'T BC THEY'RE STARTING TO REALISE THEY'RE NOT SO DIFFERENT I AM CHEWING ON GLASS AHHHHHHHH

[ms-kio]

Um... No? It's Not A Quirk

Uta (Tokyo Ghoul) X My Hero Academia! 1580 Words

(Insert interesting Uta photo here [Tumblr didn't let me add one])

Uta was miffed. And by miffed, he meant falling from the sky. Literally. Uta twisted his torso, spotting strange looking people who were looking at him. The ghoul decided to play it safe and grabbed a manhole cover, dove in, and swung it closed. There was a man with a squirrel head. The shock didn’t last long though. As he ran down the sewers, Uta heard the sounds of a struggle. The ghoul rushed to the scene, to see sentient sludge suffocating a teen. Uta immediately lunged forward, snatching the sludges' eyes and tossing them in his mouth. Yum. The sludge dropped the boy, screaming and writhing in pain. Weak. He then reached inside the sentient slimes head, pulling out its brain, taking a bite, and smashing the rest under his boot.

With the slime dead and brain remnants sticking to his footwear, Uta decided to be nice, walking up to the boy. “Cough it up greenie.” Uta said as he smacked the kids back, initiating a coughing spree. “You don't want that stuff in your lungs.” Once the greenie finished (mostly) emptying his lungs, he quickly checked his surroundings. Uta could tell the boy knew exactly what he did, if the subtle glances and fearful expression was anything to go by. The sludge was an absolute mess by now, and greenie looked and acted about as strong and confident as a mole, so Uta had nothing to worry about as he walked up to the boy. “Kudos to you, keeping your cool kiddo. Need a hand-” “I am here!” The manhole Uta emerged from suddenly blew open, launching at Uta and greenie and revealing a large, loud blonde. Thankfully, Uta was a ghoul, so he easily caught the manhole cover. “You should really be more careful, sir.” Uta chasted as he sets the cover back in its rightful place. “The boy could have gotten hurt.” “You’re—“ the man looked over the scene, “what did you do to that villain!?” Said man’s face was now clouded with rage, his eyes seeming to glow blue as he realized the situation. Uta grinned, picking brain gunk from between his teeth. “I made his innards a snack, what else?” The man threw a punch, which Uta easily caught, grabbing onto the kid with the other hand. “Something wrong?” The ghoul teased, looking over his sunglasses to reveal his scarlet eyes. “Let the boy go!” The blonde roared. Hehe, he looked positively enraged! He came in with the other fist, so Uta let go of greenie and caught it. This punch was significantly stronger, so the boy tumbled back. “Run my boy, get out of here!” Uta glanced back, and the boy wasn’t looking at the blonde, he was looking at the ghoul, and he was curious. The boy was more intuitive than the muscle brain, eh? He had a look in his eyes that said ‘I know you're not human.’ “And get yourself checked into a hospital!” Uta would find him after he got out of this mess. Greenie had run away, so all Uta had to do was lose this guy. “Ya know, I wasn’t exactly planning on getting in any fights today.” Uta commented, as if he wasn’t currently wrestling a powerhouse. He reached the strength of a mid upper-end ghoul. A-rate maybe? “Who are you!?” Was all the man asked/said. “Oh! My name is Uta. Yours?” Now that caught him off guard. Clearly Mr. FruitSmash wasn’t expecting an answer. “Buh-bai!” And that was Utas Genki Girl side coming out. He dove back into the sewers, leaping off the rubble that came from the fight. Surprisingly, blondie didn’t follow.

~ ~ ~ Izuku sat at his desk, muttering frantically as he wrote in a notebook, a black one this time. Titled: ‘Villain Quirk Analysis’. There were only a few entries in this one, including Stain (Chizome Akaguro), Overhaul (Kai Chisaki), Mr Compress (Atsuhiro Sako) -plus a few others-, and the Tattooed Man. The entry he was working on now. Izuku had taken ‘apprenticeships’ under Stain and Overhaul in exchange for information on heroes with a less than stellar track record. He hated himself for it, but Izuku couldn’t help himself. He’d always been the trash, why couldn’t he take it out for a change? “M-Mr. Izuku?” “Yes Eri?” The greenette had taken custody of the girl, in exchange for a free hero’s death warrant and some hacking services, on the condition that he send some blood over to Overhaul once a month. “Can I go see Ms. Tsu?” The girl was his babysitter and blood-drawer, they lived in the same apartment complex. The front door opened, and Izuku inhaled sharply, opening his window. “Yes, go to her. Mum got home early, grab your things quickly.” Eri understood the urgency, grabbing her bird mask as Izuku stuffed his black notebook under the floorboard in his closet. Izuku ushered his little candy apple out the window and watched as she pounded on the upstairs window, quickly being whisked into the room by a pair of familiar hands. Izuku then yanked out his study book, barely settling back in when his mother opened the door. “Oh, good job Izuku! I would have hated to see you not studying.” Inko said with a happy smile. Izuku threw a grin over his shoulder, praying the woman didn’t notice his panic. *close* *click* and that was the lock.

~ ~ ~

All Might, or Toshinori Yagi, doubled over and reduced to his small form, seething. The man had been toying with him, and got away so easily! The hero pulled out his phone, dialing Tsukauchis phone number. The detective picked up in a single ring. “Tsukauchi, we have a problem. I’ll send you my location.” “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” It didn’t take long for the man to arrive, quickly taping off the scene and calling some reinforcements to block the route. “Toshinori, what happened over here?” The detective asked, the veteran hero, turning to his old friend. “There was another man here. Albeit it wasn’t a full power punch, he caught my fist and killed the villain. I managed to get the boy he was holding away, but I doubt that’ll be the end of him.” Tsukauchi got the memo, his face turning grave. “A villain that can catch any of your punches is a problem. I’ll send out a PSA to all the heroes in the area.” The detective pulled out a recording device. “Can you give a description?”

~ ~ ~ Uta took the metro to where his old mask shop would be, to find it in a run down district. The buildings were obviously less well kept compared to the central cities. Downtown Musutafu, home sweet home. His building was still underground, exactly as he remembered it. Plus, it looked like no one owned it. Inside, it was barren, the dust serving as a good indicator of its lack of use. However, when he opened the back door, he found it connected to a network of… Alleyways? The sky wasn’t visible from the back door, and the place reeked of blood and salt. After a moment of wandering, Uta began to hear sniffles. He followed the sound to see a blonde girl, curled up and crying. "Hey. Kiddo. You need help?"

: : : Uta couldn't figure out for the life of him why the girl- Himiko Toga- was now calling him 'Best Friend'. Here she was, draining a body dry of blood, while Uta himself was munching on an arm. “I’ll do pretty much anything if I can help other people with flesh and blood eating quirks. So all I need to do is wear a mask and spread the word?” “Mhm.” Uta confirmed through a mouthful of flesh. “I still need to refurbish my shop and get supplies, but that shouldn’t take long.”

And so began a week of cleaning and freelance work. Neither of them needed to buy food, seeing as both of them could survive off bodies. Eventually, Uta started making masks, starting with hers. It resembled a cat, yellow and black in color, with feathers extending from the cheeks. Where the roof of the cats mouth would be on her nose, the lower jaw was cut off and altered as a jaw guard, leaving her mouth available to eat with. The mask was truly exquisite, And Himiko ended up praising Uta more than needed to the people she found needing flesh and blood. In fact, on her way back to HySy, she had a group following her. Why? Because they had nowhere else to go.

Traumatized children. That's who Himiko brought him. However, Uta couldn’t say he was surprised. The thing that caught him off guard was the sheer quantity of people, they almost filled his shop. The group ranged from six year old's to teenagers, with one four year old in the mix. "Alright." Uta started, sitting in his chair as the kids sat on the floor in front of him. "First, let's lay out some ground rules." He said. "First, none of you will be able to help me out until I make you a mask, starting with the oldest. Second, no discrimination. I know not all of you have flesh quirks, and I will not tolerate bullying. There's alleys connected to the back of the shop that have functional rooms for you guys. First thing I want you to do is wash up and get some rest, we'll be cleaning that place tomorrow."

[vampirebiter]

honestly I'm surprised that of all the things I've been into the fandom where I got the most deranged anon hate was fuckin tokyo ghoul. i was a trans person who liked mutsuki so I got. so much unhinged shit sent to me. I had one guy who would send a series of asks every single chapter update for a While literally roleplaying as torso in my inbox saying all the weird things he wanted to do to me. it was wild.