#ayato x hinami

[unicorns-alltheway]

after a long time I'm here to say that ayato had one of the best potential as a character but ishida left him in the background, not giving space to his personal characterization, to an internal monologue (which is often seen for many characters) but only as a function of other people (e.g. touka, hinami).

I think if the story had focused even a little bit more on him and his remarkable development, he would have had a lot more appreciation.

to compensate, ishida give me a spin off or a novel that is mostly about him!!! (and hinami 😉)

#random thought #it’s 2023 and i’m still talking about tokyo ghoul #ayato was one of my favourite characters #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #ayato kirishima #ayahina #ayato #hinami fueguchi #ayato x hinami

[freakyshibs]

They're so cute istg

#ayahina #tokyo ghoul #ayato x hinami #hinami fueguchi #ayato kirishima

[foretnoires]

tokyo ghoul [crazy rich asians!au]

❝ Wake up, citizens of Tokyo! What do we have today? Breakfast in District 24, of course, with news that's hotter than the pumpkin soup on your table. The life of the upper class is a fascinating topic that everyone wants to once set foot in. So why don't we go through? Wake Up, Tokyo will lead you along!

So the people living in luxury, who are they? ❞

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Ken Kaneki

✎ singer ✎ boyfriend material ✎ humble, wise, reckless

"Why? Are you scared that you cannot resist?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Touka Kirishima

✎ actress ✎ Ayato Kirishima's older sister ✎ fastidious, picky, detail-oriented

"Don't touch me."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ayato Kirishima

✎ model ✎ you'll end up looking at him if you're a girl ✎ distant, arrogant

"Stay away from me."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hinami Fueguchi

✎ fashion designer ✎ nation's sweetheart ✎ simple, naive

"What? Why is that?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hideyoshi Nagachika

✎ artist ✎ Ken Kaneki's bestfriend ✎ mischievous, smart, attractive

"Wanna skip work and play some games?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nishiki Nishio

✎ developer ✎ his wife is a doctor ✎ peculiar, superficial, mad

"Don't lie. I'll find out sooner or later."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Koutarou Amon

✎ lawyer ✎ search on google 'boys with 6 packs', he would be the first result ✎ kind, caring, indulgent

"Is the auditorium closed at 9pm?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Akira Mado

✎ classical musician ✎ once an excellent student at the music academy ✎ serious, compliant, surprising

"Okay."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shuu Tsukiyama

✎ owner of resort chain ✎ perfectionist ✎ cunning, sensitive

"El Dorado."

.

.

❝ But honestly, who said living in luxury is always happy?

There are things about it that outsiders will never understand. Bad things, very very bad.. ❞

© 2023 of AVAROSA (foretnoires). All Rights Reserved.

#tokyo ghoul #ken kaneki #touka kirishima #ayato kirishima #hinami fueguchi #hideyoshi nagachika #kaneki x touka #ayato x hinami #touka x kaneki #hinami x ayato #akira mado #koutarou amon #akira x amon #amon x akira #nishiki nishio #shuu tsukiyama #tokyo ghoul root a #tokyo ghoul re

[majycka]

just recently got thrown back again into ayahina hell and looking throught the tag im sad to see some of the fnaart i saw before gone and alll the ficsss D’:

but anyway yall remember that one panel where eto was like “that’s a first (love)” referring to ayato/hinami and we all like losing our shit over it tho it end up it was actually a mistranslation..Good times, Good times.

#ayahina #ayato x hinami #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tg re #tg #txt

[harleyquilt]

The Fire That Burns Us All (TouKen/KaneTou fic) - Chapter 3

Summary: Kaneki's presence has left Touka on edge, leaving her lost in her thoughts...

Words: 2236~

Notes: Wrote this in one go, so I hope it turned out well, lol. Schedule is quite chaotic right now, so we'll see when the next one comes out. Hopefully soon! I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter.

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Thwack!

Breathing heavily, Touka raised her bandaged fists, her eyes locked on the swinging sandbag in front of her. The creaking of the chains, the shining lights of passing cars outside, the feeling of sweat clinging onto her skin - her intense focus drowned it all out. She kept on her toes, swaying back and forth, before twisting her body and throwing a kick against the sandbag, and then another, before landing three, quick blows with her fists. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The Black Reaper. He had been there, at her shop, a trail of bloody footprints and decaying corpses following him from behind. And she had played the role of the charming, human waitress, practically begging the man to come by again. What was I thinking, Touka later hissed to herself, when left alone to her own, tortuous thoughts. It felt wrong to let such an opportunity slip through her fingers, she had thought, but once he had left, she felt sickened to her core, as if she needed a shower to wash away his glooming presence. It was not long after he left that Yomo came to help Touka with her shift, and though he could surely sense something amiss with Touka’s jittery movements and responses, he chose not to pry. 

Having that investigator in her cafe, so close to her remaining loved ones, was a nasty reminder of what she was putting at risk with her pursuements. And now, she has jeopardised their safety further by luring the Black Reaper deeper into her own life. She had to hope that it would be worth it, that it would all work out in her favour. Yet, once the shop had closed and all was quiet, a sneaking chill caught hold of her with promises of inevitable tragedy. She had already lost so much, and she knew she could not afford to lose anyone else. Not again.

Grabbing the sandbag, she took a deep breath and wiped her brow, her hand slick with sweat. She stepped back and returned to her fighting stance, this time crouching closer to the ground to ready herself for a pounce. 

She could see the Black Reaper, with his dark hair and pale, grey eyes that reminded her so vividly of a cold, lifeless winter. His slender, pale hands wrapped around her mug, the glint of light caught in his round glasses, hiding the dark shadows under his lowered eyes. His surprisingly broad shoulders, hunched up, and his lips, that were pressed firmly together whenever he wasn’t talking. All these small details burned themselves into her memory and now, looking ahead, she could see him standing there, cloaked with his obnoxious trench coat and moody expression. She could feel the rush of blood coursing through her veins as her eyes darken with the release of her kakugan.

Her limbs burned with anticipation, and gritting her teeth, she launched herself forward with inhuman speed, reaching her clawed hand out and swiping through the side of the sandbag. Straightening herself, she looked back, sand now spilling onto the floor and the sandbag slumping into an awkward, withered shape.

“Another one?” Touka turned and saw Ayato standing in the doorway with a raised brow. He tossed her a towel, which she caught and draped around her neck, dabbing away the sweat rolling down her temples. “I don’t have an infinite supply of those things, you know.”

“Sorry, I…” She brushed her bangs back, shutting her eyes and opening them again, reverting them back to their regular appearance. “I got carried away.”

“No shit.” He tutted and leaned against the doorway. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

He tutted again. “Don’t give me that, come on. You’re clearly pissed about something.” Touka sighed, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up. Ayato smirked. “You on your period?”

He quickly dodged her sudden kick, and then the second one. “Idiot! What’s wrong with you?! Go away and die!”

He leapt back just as she reached out for his collar, and with a pout and frown, she stepped back, throwing him the towel. Landing by his feet, he shrugged and picked it up, glancing back up at his sister.

“So, are you going to tell me? Did you fight with that old man again?”

“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t concern you.” She huffed and leaned against the wall, which was cool against her warm skin. “Anyway, aren’t you busy with Aogiri? You should head back before Tatara makes a fuss.” He watched her for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“Are you having second thoughts about killing Arima Kishou?”

Touka stared at him and took another deep breath, shaking her head. “No. Not at all. We made a promise.”

“Yeah, but–” Turning his face away, he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, meeting her eyes once again. “Right, yeah, we did. Still, if there’s anything that’s got you spooked, just tell me. We can figure it out from there.”

Touka smiled and stepped towards him, ruffling his hair. He batted her hand away and her smile faded away, her brows raised and lips parted. “You’ve gotten taller.” She smirked, then, pushing his forehead back with her fingers. “Otouto.”

. . .

The seasons were beginning to change, the summer heat turning crisp and air wet with oncoming rain. Clouds gathered in the horizon, like plumes of smoke marking the arrival of Autumn. Already, the sky was beginning to darken with the late afternoon, and with it came a cool breeze. Hinami shuddered and wrapped her cardigan tighter around her body. 

“I told you to take your coat, idiot.” Ayato muttered, clearly hesitant to offer her his own. Hinami, however, smiled with rosy cheeks and laughed.

“You did, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think it would get so cold so quickly.” Hinami shrugged. A gust of wind blew by and she winced, pushing against the cold. Ayato tutted and tugged off his jacket and thrusted it into her arms. “Oh, but I can’t–”

“Take it already, damn it.” Reluctantly, she held the jacket and Ayato rushed ahead, Hinami looking between him and Touka with a perplexed uncertainty. Touka smiled and shrugged, both she and Ayato knowing he’ll be made fun of later for this awkward interaction. 

“Guess you better wear it.” Touka held back her laughter and watched Hinami shyly drape the jacket over her shoulders, her cheeks reddening. Touka would have offered her own jacket in any other situation, and Ayato knew that, but it was worth holding back to watch him suffer. “That boy may have grown taller, but he’s still as hot headed as he was when he was younger.”

Hinami perked up then, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Is that so? Even as a child?”

“No, Ayato was very different when he was little.” Memories of Ayato following her with his small legs and holding her hand with his small, soft hands made her heart ache with bittersweet fondness. She smiled with a slight sadness and her eyes lowered, digging her hands into the pockets in her jacket. “He was scared of every little thing back then. He would always cling onto me, crying ‘nee-chan, nee-chan’.” Lifting her gaze, she snorted then. “I guess he still does that now, thinking about it.”

“As if!” Ayato yelled back from ahead. “I can hear you, you know.”

“Of course I know. You know it’s true.”

“Please.” He scoffed. “You’re the one who came crying to me at Aogiri, remember?”

“Quiet, dammit. Don’t announce it for the world to hear.” Her eyes darted around the street, expecting nearby shadows to jump out and reveal themselves to be the Reapers themselves. Ayato bit his tongue, but Hinami placed a hand gently on her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, onee-chan. I’d know if anyone was nearby.” She gave Touka a reassuring squeeze and Touka placed a hand on top of hers. 

“I know, just…you can never be too careful.”

They continued to walk in silence after that, Ayato’s last words lingering in Touka’s mind. It was true, what he said; she had come to him crying, with her tail between her legs. She would never have admitted that joining Aogiri was the right choice, and even now, she refuses to call herself a member when in the safety of her cafe. Still, she had come to him with burning eyes and shaking steps, confessing that Anteiku had fallen and that their previous mentors were now dead at the hands of the CCG. Yomo had helped her and Hinami relocate, unwilling to allow her to throw her life away in an attempt to save those she once called family. Irimi. Koma. Yoshimura. But she found no peace those following nights, weeks, months, as her home turned to rubble alongside the life she had created amongst the humans. Yoriko was not someone she ever expected to see again, as if she too had died that night. She was left with nothing, with only Hinami and Yomo left to keep her company. Maybe it was not the wisest of choices, but she knew she had to see her brother again, if not for a brief moment of relief in knowing that he was still alive. That she had not left him to die, along with the rest. 

When they met again, it was awkward, distant, and cold. Still, as she wept, the distance between them faded away, like a bad dream, and he gave her the best comfort he could give. He gave her a reason to keep on living. It was not a reason she would have abided by had he proposed it six months earlier, but things had changed. And with a heavy heart, she agreed, vowing herself away to a life of revenge. She and Ayato promised that night to help Aogiri destroy the CCG and remake the world, to be the ones to strike down the God of the CCG. Arima Kishou. Murderer of their parents, slaughterer of Yoshimura, destroyer of the lives of so many innocents. If anyone stood in their way, they’d strike them down until none were left to fight back. They knew, however, that this was not something they could achieve overnight. And so they would bide their time patiently, licking their wounds and building up their strength until the time was right to make their attack. 

“We’re here.”

The cemetery was mostly empty, save for a few visitors paying their respects. Hinami linked her arm through Touka’s, clinging onto her tightly, and Ayato continued on ahead. It was not common for ghouls to have graves for their loved ones, much less for those that have been caught and butchered by the CCG. But following the attack on Anteiku, Yomo confessed that there had been a grave made for their parents many years ago. With a name as common as Kirishima, it was not likely anyone would notice the grave as anything suspicious. She had only visited it once before, but Hinami had encouraged both Ayato and Touka to not waste the opportunity to pay their respects. It was hard to deny her words, and so, they decided to make visits as a small group when they could.

The grave sat alongside the graves of other humans, the stone somewhat weathered, but still legible in its details. Touka brushed her hand over the Kirishima nameplate, watching Hinami place a small vase of hydrangeas onto the slab of stone. She was not sure what to think or say during these moments, or if she should do anything at all. 

In the past, she would ‘pay her respects’ with the ring they had left behind. She would cling onto it during her darkest moments, and wiping her tears, she’d brush her fingertip over their engraved names and whisper the words aloud. It made them more real to her in her mind, their images threatened with her waning memory and lacking recollections. 

Here, though, it felt different. It was more like a recognition of their presence, more than anything else, like a memorial more than a grave. Maybe because there never was a body or ashes to attribute the grave to. Maybe it was because both Hinami and Ayato were here to reminisce alongside her. Still, it lacked the heaviness that came when holding that precious ring, and in way, there was something refreshing to be felt here. As if she could still grieve for her parents without the pain and misery that came before.

“Sometimes,” Hinami began, her voice small and quiet. “I like to imagine all of our parents together somewhere. I don’t know if I believe in heaven or reincarnation, but wherever they are, I like to think they’re watching us. Protecting us.” 

Touka smiled and wrapped her arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “I like to think so too, Hina.”

Resting her head against Touka’s shoulder, she takes a shaking breath and sniffles. “I miss them, onee-chan.”

“I know.” She squeezes her tightly. “I miss them too.”

The sky darkens with oncoming clouds, the rustling of decaying leaves growing louder with the strong gusts of Autumn winds. The call of crows could be heard in the distance, breaking through the chillness in the air. The night was near, and they knew they would need to leave soon. But they lingered, each quiet as they mulled over the thoughts going through their heads. Alone with the ghosts of their blood-soaked pasts.

#touken #kanetou #kaneki x touka #ken kaneki #touka kirishima #my wrtitng #fanfic #hinami fueguchi #ayato kirishima

[hinamikyoukachan]

💙🟤

#osana najimi #hinami fueguchi #kirishima ayato #ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #hinami #shundere #utsudere #shikomori #hinami x ayato #anime love #anime tension #anime couple

[uriekukistan]

tokyo ghoul characters and their skincare routines

kaneki doesn't have an extravagant routine, but he still takes care of his skin. probably just a basic 3-step routine with soap, moisturizer, and spf. i feel like he kinda has dry skin in the winter, so he probably also keeps chapstick and a little tube of hand lotion in his backpack or pockets.

haise on the other hand has more skincare products than he can count and the quinx squad is tired of how much space it takes up in the bathroom. definitely has one of those fluffy hairbands. he's a double cleanse, toner, at least 3 serums, eye cream, moisturizer, and sunscreen guy. he also exfoliates 2-3 times a week and does a mask every night.

ayato might wash his face with hand soap on a good day. his skin is annoyingly clear.

urie has that patrick bateman skincare routine. face ice pack for morning puffiness, cleanser, exfoliate, a peel-off mask, alcohol-free aftershave, moisturizer, eye cream, and spf. he has the second most extra skincare routine of the quinx squad.

juuzou doesn't want the stitches on his face to get infected, so he takes a good amount of time to wash his face every day. he doesn't really use anything else because he doesn't want it to mess with his stitches. yes, that includes moisturizer and spf.

akira is another skincare diva like haise. actually, she probably put him on to a bunch of his favorite products. she has a pretty regimented routine that she follows to a T. every product she uses is probably really expensive too. she likes to pamper herself.

touka has a pretty average skincare routine. a bit more than kaneki's routine, but not a skincare diva. she does cleanser (one wash in the morning, double cleanse at night), maybe one serum and/or spot treatment for breakouts (she is the most annoyed by ayato's skincare routine because she breaks out easily), moisturizer, and spf. sometimes if yoriko comes over on the weekend, they do masks together.

eto either has a very high maintenance skincare routine or doesn't do anything at all. it depends on the day. on the days she does do skincare, she goes over the top to balance all the nights she falls asleep while writing and does nothing. prone to buying new expensive products to try and not using them.

tsukiyama is the biggest skincare diva on this list. also has a 10+ step skincare routine. not a single product in his collection is less than $100. he gets those gold face masks that models get. and has a facial at least once a month. probably spends at least an hour applying all his products in the most careful way possible. nothing but the best for tsukiyama shuu

hinami has a skincare routine similar to touka's (probably learned it from her when they lived together). her criteria for products is if the packaging is cute. she probably makes ayato do pore cleansing masks with, she is appalled by his twice a month hand soap routine.

saiko buys any products that have animals or characters on the packaging, especially any sanrio x (insert skincare brand) products. she gets a bit lazy with it though, and she's prone just using face wipes so she doesn't have to stop watching her anime or playing her game

mutsuki is a skincare minimalist. soap, moisturizer, and spf works fine for him. doesn't see the point in all of haise's expensive serums. another dry skin boy, he probably also carries around lotion in the winter because his hands get really dry.

shirazu washes his face with shampoo in the shower. yes, shampoo.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #kaneki ken #haise sasaki #ayato kirishima #urie kuki #suzuya juuzou #akira mado #touka kirishima #eto yoshimura #shuu tsukiyama #hinami fueguchi #saiko yonebayashi #tooru mutsuki #ginshi shirazu

[maissafespace]

But I want you.

Ayato Kirishima x Reader

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

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

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

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

Masterlist - Masterpost

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

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

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

For a single man that was always near you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your infatuation had to disappear.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

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

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

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

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul smut #tokyo ghoul #ayato x reader #ayato kirishima #ayato kirishima x reader #kirishima ayato #ayato smut

[ipsen]

Opinions on Ayato x Hinami?

it’s good. big tall, little small. big scary, little ball of sunshine. the unbreakable bond that comes from recognizing sorrow and tragedy, but not bending to it. resignation, but their resolve isn’t broken because they have each other.

when you’re really nice to a boy and he can’t tell if you’re flirting or not, but when you get imprisoned he organizes an entire force to break in and rescue you

they go on shopping trips and do dumb cutesy things despite ayato’s energy

they’re one of my favorite examples of an implicit and strong relationship; you can tell how much they care about each other simply by how different they are from their tg counterparts. it’s really clever

#tg #tokyo ghoul #ayato kirishima #hinami fueguchi #ayahina #ask

[canadianlucifer]

#ahaha can you tell i'm running out of funny titles? #ayato kirishima #hinami fueguchi #kishou arima #haise sasaki #ayahina #arisasa #tg ship showdown

[tg-pilled]

favorite tg ships? any unpopular ship opinions?

Favourite Ships

HIDE/KANEKI - They are the reason I wake up every fucking day of the week oh my god. I just. The death kiss, the pining, the unrequited love for a Hot minute. I mghsjfsbnsskn. Them <3

TOUKA/YORIKO - OUGH they are the lesbians of all time! They kind of have a similar dynamic to Hide/Kaneki to me BUT I think their dynamic is much healthier. Since Touka isn't grappling with living in two worlds Miley Cyrus style, she definitely has more insight on the ghoul world. So rather than hating herself for having two different worlds to be a part of, she can just hate herself for being a ghoul! 😻 I think Yoriko helps her overcome this line of thinking a Lot and inspires Touka to start eating around her. I think Yoriko would also find Touka's ukaku to be beautiful. Yoriko 100% decorates their apartment with those colours and wears those colours proudly.

UTA/RENJI - I love when a grumpy man has an edge lord bf what can I say.

AKIRA/TAKIZAWA/AMON - Why do they look at each other like that bruh 💀 Need I say more?? Akira and Amon both are down horrific for Takizawa like.

Unpopular Ship Opinions

Idek if this is unpopular but I dislike Hinami/Ayato DEEPLY. I am their number one hater on fucking god. I don't like Hinami or Ayato shipped with anyone At All.

Anyone x Rize is a no go for me. I think she's better as a stand alone character, no shipping involved. I feel like shipping her with other characters kind of takes away from her whole Vibe. I can't explain it really it's just. A vibe.

A ship I like that I think not many ppl do (?) is Kaneki/Amon in :re. In the original series NO I DO NOT SHIP THEM but in :re I can see the vision. They're not my favs but I don't mind them either.

Kaneki/Arima is a Huge red flag for me. I despise that ship SO MUCH. I appreciate them for their parallels and the storytelling they have but it is HEAVILY implied Kaneki sees him as a father AND it's a weird dynamic too :/ Idk it just is gross to me

#tokyo ghoul #pilledasks #im scared to post this #please dont hurt me #im just stating my OPINIONS #you can have your own and disagree but please be kind ☝️😟‼️

[tgpolls]

god i hope i'm right predicting the tgsmp results otherwise this title won't make any sense

#utaren #ayahina #tg ship showdown

[tatatatatara]

Tokyo Ghoul for the shipping asks

❤ My OTP: I define OTP as "I ship them only to each other" so only HouTata so far. I'm fine with most ships in TG which means I'll eat anything, except content about them having romantic feelings for someone else

My NOTP: I define NOTP as "I wish I was born blind so I won't have to see them on my feed/I question the sanity of the shippers" and so far no ship in TG bothers me that much. Yes I do have ship I don't enjoy but I'm still fine seeing them appear in my life

My OT3: I don't have one I think. I prefer a trio to be friends so I tend to view them as platonic, but I did considering the possibilities of KenHideTouka

A currently canon ship I’m okay with but don’t prefer: KenTou. It's just not my thing.

A ship that would only work in an AU but would be awesome: HouTata lolllllll. Their personalities match so well I swear (I'm delusional). They would be a great couple if Houji didn't murder Tatara's brother

A ship I’d like to see explored but not stick around: Currently I'm interested in FurutaUi. I mean, I'd read writings about them and I absolutely won't understand shit just like how Ui couldn't understand Furuta's behaviors but that's the reason why I want to explore them

A ship that may as well be canon: AyatoHinami. It went from the "bad boy x good girl" trope to "two dumb kids who don't know how to express their love" so it's fun i guess. I just want Hinami to move on from her crush and Ayato to be happy. Also, YomoUta. I don't need further explaination for this one.

The ships I’d give my OTP pair if the other died: THEY BOTH DIED. And they take hot tub together and have hot sex in hell thank you very much.

A crossover ship I’d dig: I don't do crossover

A ship that would work great in a Coffee Shop AU: alright the whole TG is a ducking coffee shop AU so im gonna go with the obvious: AmonKen. Something like Kaneki the waiter is scared of the big, intimidating guy but actually he just wants some (a lot of) sweets for his lunch break. Then Kaneki would memorize his taste and bake fresh donuts when it's close to the lunch break of CCG

A ship that would work great in a sitcom AU: TsukiyamaNaki. Every panels of them in canon is funny enough lol

[foretnoires]

𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜? 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 '𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

— 𝗔𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲, "𝙊𝙝 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙"

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul root a #tokyo ghoul edit #ayato kirishima #hinami fueguchi #hinami x ayato #ayato x hinami #ayahina

[gojou-violin]

Crying in bed. I just finished rewatching all of Tokyo Ghoul, so I’m finishing up my outline for my fic as much as I can before the manga gets here so I can clean up the outline a bit then actually start writing—

Anyhow. Crying cuz I’m writing the timeskip stuff 😭😭 Yuki and Kaneki have a son and they name him Kishou. Actually my 13th reason 😭 Tsukiyama spoils the shit out of himmmmmmm.

Yomo and Uta haven’t made up yet. Hinami and Ayato have a baby on the way- And she’s always so sick, poor baby, but she’s got Ayato with her at all times, and Mama Yuki looks after her, too, giving her as much advice and help as she can 😭 Hide and Touka had a baby recently, which was so difficult because she nearly died giving birth (ghoul x human baby = bad idea) so now Hide’s on this whole righteous path of never having another kid because he’d lose his mind if anything happened to Touka 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 And ofc Touka having difficulty with the baby is now making Kaneki nervous cuz they’re expecting their second kid. (Bro, everyone in this found family be fucking like rabbits, idk what to tell you). The only people who are like “baby bad” are Nishiki and Kimi. Aka the only ppl with common sense 💀 Urie and Saiko are still living with Yuki and Kaneki, just like they said they would— AND I DONT WANNA HEAR IT FROM ANYONE ABOUT URIE AND SAIKO BEING OLD ENOUGH TO LIVE ON THEIR OWN!! Those are Yukina’s children and she’ll coddle them as long as she fucking wants lmao 😭🫰And I love how Urie still helps Yukina in the kitchen, cuz that’s *their* space. Back when they were living in the chateau together, his timeouts in the kitchen were the only time he felt like he was actually acknowledged by someone else that he cares about 😭

I’m gonna throw myself off a building, is2g

#op #Tokyo ghoul #Kaneki #Urie #Saiko #Yukina #nishiki #Ayato #hinami #tsukiyama #Yomo #uta #hide #Touka

[captain-astors]

Tokyo ghoul for the Shipp asks

My OTP: 

Ehgn. I have a couple that I think about more than others but I don’t necessarily consider them OTPs. If I had to pick a relatively popular one, Utaren is neat!

My NOTP:

Garden Child x Garden Child when it’s encouraged. I don’t really mind when it’s a narrative examining those unhealthy one-sided relationships without endorsing them, because Ihei’s fascination with Arima and Furuta’s with Rize are large portions of their canon characterization. But they’re still all half-siblings and I don’t think I could see them working in an actual requited ship anyways, especially considering it's not really a "romantic" attachment for either of them, so much as a deeply desperate one.

MY OT3:

Seiakimon, Itorizeto.

A currently canon ship I’m okay with but don’t prefer: 

Touken, I know I’ve ranted about how much it confuses me but I don’t actively hate the ship, it simply is. It feels a little odd and unrealistic, but so are a lot of my own pairings.

I don’t throw (large) stones from this glass house. You won’t see me making art for it by choice but it’s not hurting anyone so, do what you need to do. 

A ship that would only work in an AU but would be awesome: 

I think I’ve talked about how in canon Arima feels too bitchless to be shipped with anyone in adulthood, but AU AriEto is hilarious. Also I saw Hajime x Yusa about 6 years post-canon in an AU where the prior survived once, and that was interesting. 

A ship I’d like to see explored but not stick around:

Furutui, I don't know why I like it. Leave my brain alone.

A ship that may as well be canon: 

Sometimes I forget that Ayato x Hinami isn’t canon, it kind of is right? They’re sweet, I like it sometimes but I feel like both of them are a little overrated, and that extends to my feelings about the ship.

The ships I’d give my OTP pair if the other died: 

I don’t want to inflict Furuta on anyone. It feels mean. Anyone would rightfully hate feeling attracted to this guy, and he hates feeling. I want them to die together. 

Koori can kiss Ihei in heaven (?) while the other one rots in what I’d say would be hell, but I don’t think the devil wants this bastard around either. 

A crossover ship I’d dig: 

Platonic Juuzou and Zazie the Beast. Living embodiments of that one meme “THEY/THEM OUT CAUSING MAY/HEM”

A ship that would work great in a Coffee Shop AU: 

Canon is the coffee shop AU. I don’t know? I could make a coffee shop AU work for just about anyone but if I had to pick characters that have no relation to Anteiku… Mutsurie and MutsKanae could work excellently either way. 

A ship that would work great in a sitcom AU: 

Suzuhan, (They’re pretty much a comedy duo already) Shuunaki, (But just about anything with Shuu in it could work well) and whatever the ship name for Saiko x Hsiao is.

#miscellaneous not-art things #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships #tg #sorry. #My mind said “what if I took these two terrible people where one of them is notably worse. What if that worse one lived.” #and then never shook the idea off