❝HOW CAN YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AGAIN?❞
this one's for those with fuckboy tendencies! you're their favorite game to play.
a/n: some of these may be out of character, don't worry — it's just for the fic! i really like how this came out regardless 😌 18+ MDNI
cw: various characters x afab!reader, mean!dom characters, porn with no plot, overstim (f), dacryphilia, penetrative sex (piv)
he knows you're sitting by your phone waiting for him to text.
he gets off on making you wait... it keeps you on your toes. it's a sick mindgame and he's the only one having fun.
he strings you along, leaving you on read for hours until his cock starts to ache. his hand won't satisfy him, though. he needs his oblivious little cocksleeve.
even he doesn't know why you let him fuck with your head like you do. maybe you're just as twisted as him for enjoying the way he toys with your mind (and body).
it's just that when he's good, he's just so good. he eats your pussy like it's his last meal. the way he swirls his tongue on your clit and fucks his fingers into you is criminal. the way he fucks you like you're nothing, too. there's not a drop of care for you when his cock bullies against your cervix, nor your overstimulated clit from your fourth orgasm.
the only thing he loves more than your cum on his sheets are your tears. he loves making you cry. "fuckin' crybaby. you can take it. 'm almost there." he groans. "too much–! 's too much... please–!" you cry. he grins devilishly at your whines before his face contorts. "fuck–!" he hisses and pulls out to cum on your ass.
he's terrible at aftercare, but he's kind enough to let you stay the night. "you know where the towels are if you wanna shower. try not to wake me up." he grumbles and gets into bed.
the next morning when you get home, he's already texting you.
"you left and didn't say bye?"
aw. maybe he does care.
tetta kisaki, light yagami, eren jaeger, hanma shuji, nishio nishiki, ayato kirishima, zeke jaeger, bertholdt hoover, connie springer, jean kirstein, suguru geto, toji fushiguro
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Dude!!!! Congratulations on 1K, you totally deserve it!!!! 😁 For the event, could I get Nishiki with dialogue prompt 10 if it's open?
LOVING OUR MONSTERS
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul
Pairing(s): Nishio Nishiki x Gender Neutral!Human!Reader
Prompt: “We humans could not help loving our monsters.” (Dialogue Prompt #10)
Notes: You basically take the place of Kimi in this
I need to reread Tokyo Ghoul… Also, ppl pls, keep sending in requests for these guys. I’ll write for pretty much anyone (except for Quinx Squad cuz I don’t know them very well yet).
This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!
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Nishiki wasn’t sure why you put up with him.
He was brash and rude.
He drove people away.
He got you hurt on multiple occasions.
He couldn’t keep you safe, and that idea alone killed him.
But for some reason, you put up with him. Loved him even. And that idea alone gave him something to live for.
After Kimi had broken up with him—because why wouldn’t she? Tsukiyama had nearly killed her—he had decided never to open up his heart again.
Until you.
He sat up in bed, his side of the blanket kicked down low, watching you sleep as the moonlight lit up your shared bedroom in a frosty white glow. You breathed deeply, barely moving as he trickled his fingers up and down your bare back. Your side of the blanket was slung low on your hips, exposing your unblemished skin for the world to see. He fidgeted with his sweatpants, needing something to touch and ground him.
When he stops moving his hand is when you begin to stir. Your eyelashes, long and pretty, flutter against your cheeks, and you blink up at him through a sleepy haze.
“Nishiki? What are you doing up?” You mumble sleepily, and he shrugs,
“Couldn’t sleep.” He says and watches you sit up, tugging the blanket up around your shoulders as you lean into his side. Unconsciously, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask when he doesn’t elaborate. He hums,
“You, I suppose.” He says, and you cock your head to the side as you take in his features.
“Only good things, I hope.” You tease, and his somber expression cracks with the upward quirk of his lips. You always have a way of making him smile.
“Only ever good things.” He says, and your brilliant grin seemingly lightens up the room.
You throw the blanket around his shoulders and pull him close, an arm around his waist, and the other hand plays with his fingers. He can feel your heartbeat against his side and hides a shiver at the feeling.
It reminds him that you’re still alive.
That you’re still here with him.
“But seriously, Nishiki, what’s wrong?” You ask suddenly, and he shakes his head,
“Don’t worry about it, love.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side as if to say, “Really?”
He relents.
“Why do you put up with me?” He whispers, voice cracking, and your expression immediately softens into one of pure unadulterated love.
“Because I love you.” He turns to face you, letting the blanket fall from his lap as he crosses one leg under the other.
“But why do you love me? I’m a ghoul. You’re a human. We don’t mix. You shouldn’t associate with monsters like me.” He says bitterly, casting his eyes down and feeling his glasses start to slip from his nose.
He jumps when your hands cup his face, tilting it up to look at your smiling face. It’s a soft sort of smile, the one that’s reserved especially for him. He feels his disgusting heart flutter with hope. You gently push his glasses back up his nose and lean in to kiss between his brows, smoothing the furrowed skin.
“We humans could not help loving our monsters. And you may be a monster. But you’re my monster. And I love you dearly. Now and forever more.” You whisper against his forehead, pressing delicate kisses down his nose until you meet his lips.
He gives a shaky inhale but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he reaches forward to curl a hand around the back of your neck and draw you closer. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth when he all but hauls you into his lap and buries his face against your shoulder.
“You sound like you’re reciting wedding vows.” He mumbles and feels you laugh more than he actually hears it.
“I wouldn’t be opposed, y’know? I think I’d like that a lot.” You say, petting his head, running your fingers through his hair, and scratching his scalp.
He loves the feeling.
“You know that ghoul and human marriages are against the law. You could be killed for that.” He says, and you hum. He feels the vibration through your chest. You smell like flesh and blood and sinew and muscle. Something that other ghouls would kill for. Kill to rip you to shreds and devour you until nothing was left.
But he did no such thing.
Instead, he loved you. To the best of his abilities, at least.
He loved you gently because he was a ghoul; his strength could snap you in two.
But in contrast, you loved him fiercely. You loved him unconditionally and without fear.
“Well, screw the law then. Let’s move somewhere where they are legal.” You say, adjusting how you sat in his lap until you straddled him, legs on either side of his hips, and settled back into his embrace. His arms were tight around your middle, keeping you close as if Tsukiyama or someone else would steal you from him.
At your words, he lets out a surprised laugh,
“Pretty sure they’re illegal everywhere.” He replies and smiles at your snort even though you can’t see it. He nips gently at your shoulder and feels you shudder,
“Then we just won’t tell anyone.” You say determinedly, and he relents.
“Alright, fine.” He says, and you pull back to look at him in shock, eyes wide, and he sees you tearing up.
“You mean it? We can get married?” You whisper, and he offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
“I don’t have a ring or anything like that. But if you’ll have me—” You tackle him to the ground, making his head bump against the wall. Your arms are tight around his neck, but it’s not uncomfortable.
“I’d been hoping you’d say that.” You murmur, and he cups the back of your head with one hand, the other holding you by the waist. When he speaks next, he pours his entire heart into his words.
“You really think I’d marry anyone else?”
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Eid Mubarak everyone! Some Tokyo Ghoul Halalverse headcanons for the day and some for this month! A lot of these are courtesy of @backgroundcharacterno7 <3
Haise spends his Eid morning stress cooking he forgets to read his verses at least bc he couldn’t go to Eid prayer. If henna is involved Saiko is smudging that shit to play Project Diva on her PSP. Mutsuki is helping Haise in the kitchen to manage the stress and has a hard dysphoria day going to the masjid. Urie would try to work out extra hard after sehri/suhoor and passes out.
Furuta is banned from the masjid because he keeps shouting “I HAVE A BOMB”, sister Rize is nowhere to be found because he cannot lower his gaze.
Hysy Artmask Studio makes bank on chaandrat because he’s doing everyone’s mehendi. Itori reveals a little more skin the more the next Muslim dudebro asks her to wear the hijab.
Eto probably didn’t even bother to celebrate because she’s like “I didn’t even fast all month” but gets push from Hinami and maybe Naki. Naki is still trying to recite Surahs as we speak. It’s going just as well as you think.
Kimi is fighting the WhatsApp aunties all Ramadan, Nishiki keeps trying to lecture Touka about the hijab only to get strangled with one. Hinami and Touka are the ones that have to take care of all the kids on Eid, and at least gets them candy or coffee in smaller doses.
Ayato tried to sit around food throughout his fasts to prove how much of a tough guy he is.
Juuzou goes to Eid prayer and parties for food, Hanbee has to watch him before someone tries to tell Juuzou to move to the ladies section and about how permissible his stitches are. Hanbee is also left to single parent on Eid.
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