request — could you do a half ghoul child reader who comes to renji, uta's and itori's work and acts as if they're the child's parents and are really close and clingy to them - anon

characters included — uta, itori, renji

cerisa speaks — aw this was actually so fun to write, i won't lie these three are my favs from tokyo ghoul ♡ beware of my ghoul inaccuracies!! CAN YOU TELL I ADORE UTA???

Also, loving Uta is nothing to be sorry about, it's completely understandable and something to be proud of :д

And uhh... I was wondering if I may request some more? Ugh I'm so greedy, please feel free to ignore me. I'm just gonna say it in case you'd be up for it.

So. Imagine this. Uta and Itori with a ride-or-die kinda s/o. Like, somebody who isn't simply accepting but also fiercely loves each and every part of their beautiful, wretched souls, wants to observe and know and feel all of them, violence and hedonism as well as gentleness and fragility. Maybe they have no care for their own life, or maybe the danger excites them, or they just think it's all worth it, or it's all of it at once. Bonus points if the s/o is human. You know, for higher stakes.

Aaand... there. I said it. Whew, is sending anon asks supposed to be so weirdly intimate or am I just THAT starved for tg clown content? 🤔 Maybe both. Anyway, I hope you have a good day and life and good everything, cuz you're amazing and you deserve it 💙

Dear Anon, you're too kind with me. It's nice to see that there are those who appreciate what I write! And ask me what you want, you're my inspirational muse now! Although I have to say I don't know if this time I was able to meet your expectations. More than headcanons I had some little stories in my mind. But, I hope it's not too disappointing!

42- Tokyo Ghoul, Uta, Itori x human!Reader

- "If you were a ghoul ... I would really like to eat you." That statement by Uta is paradoxical, and he sees the doubt in your eyes. But even if you are the perfect meal, that very human being of yours prevents him from wanting to eat you, because if he wanted to, you would have no chance to save yourself. Yet you seem such a curious one about him, and as long as you take your steps towards him with your questions, he won't deny you or falsify the answer, but at the same time he won't tell you more than you need to know.

- "Do I smell good?" Your question makes him smile. He would never deny it, he doesn't even deny the fact that the affection he feels for you can affect the desire he has to feed on you.

"Do you want to taste me?" You never ask with malice, it is always curiosity, the desire to understand and know.

"I know you would let me do it" he only replies to you.

-He doesn't know if it's masochism on your part or love, but having you there on his lap, with bare shoulders, bothers him and excites him at the same time. He is sure to be full even more than he should, so as not to risk killing you in any way.

"Are you sure?" he asks you, even though he knows his question is superfluous. You smile at him, and then he dares to continue. He first kisses your skin, as if he is preparing it, and then he bites your flesh. He feels your muscles contract at the stimulus, and the blood rushes into his mouth without even asking him to make an effort to extract it. It is warm and sweet, like you are.

“We should do this more often” he whispers to you, licking his dirty lips.

- You may happen to see him lying on the sofa from time to time, in a state of semi-sleep. He doesn't mind feeling the weight of your head on his stomach as you snuggle up to him. "I just ate ..." he informs you lazily, while his hand rests delicately on your head. He knows that you will simply smile at him: "I know".

- If you don't focus too much on what they are, it's not hard to hold an eyeball in your fingers. "Sometimes ... I have the impression that you wouldn't mind that much if I ate you." Uta tells you in a slightly amused tone of voice as he bends over to steal his food with his lips. Usually you don't give him an answer, and you just look at him smiling, but deep down you know, that whatever he did to you now you couldn't stop loving him.

- He wouldn't be Uta if he wasn't a ghoul, and he wouldn't be Uta if he wasn't broken and at the same time perfect, as you see him. Uta may also think you are a masochist, but you don't know if you actually feel like one. Simply, knowing that those lips that touch your skin so lovingly and that those teeth that play with your earlobe could be not only your undoing, but also your death, excite you and at the same time make you love him even more. And he knows it by now, and he has learned to enjoy that constant deprivation of the pleasure you would give him, challenging it, touching your neck with his tongue, where he feels the pulse of your heart accelerate.

- "What if I devour you one day?" he asks you with a slight smile, gently holding your face in his hands. You smile at him: "I would become part of you." It wouldn't be such a bad ending to your human life

- Itori is so sweet and so sensual at the same time. As her arms surround your neck and her chest presses against yours, you can hear her deadly whispers as she speaks only to you. She needs to be free, she can't really repress her ghoul nature, and it happens that while she is cuddling you like this, you will suddenly feel some sort of pain coming from your neck, or your earlobe, or from your shoulder. She laughs, as she licks the blood off you, and despite everything, despite the fear you should have, if she is the one doing it you can only feel pleasure.

-She shows her cards right away. She likes to have fun, and she knows that she does acts that humans might think of as hideous and sadistic. But you chose her, not the human world. And she gladly accepts your openness to her. You don't have to feel sorry for her victims, right? You are safe with her anyway.

- "Can I taste you?" And who knows if she wants a bite or a kiss? It is when she comes close to your lips that you understand what she is asking for. She obviously wants to cuddle. But you know that even when your lips meet, when her tongue plays with yours, she is savoring you. And that pleases you both. The fact that she perceives a taste on you, a taste that she likes, is extremely dangerous but at the same time extremely tempting.

- "If one day I had to kill you, you would forgive me, wouldn't you?" She asks you in a slightly high, playful voice, while she is busy letting you light kisses down her neck.

"Would you like it?" Your question makes her smile, and her cheek rubs against yours, as if she were a kitten: “Yes. I would like. But I'm still not sure it's worth it. "

- "Today we had fun, do you know?" When she tells you similar phrases, you know that gruesome scenarios open up for you, but you can't help but listen to her anyway. That violent side of her is part of her, and you can't help but be fascinated by it as she hugs you from behind, whispering the grisly details to you as if that were an RPG.

- "If someone else dared to bite you I would be terribly jealous, do you know, my precious human?" Her fingers press eagerly on your lips, while illuminated by her lip gloss they smile at you naturally.

"Don't let anyone do that, then." You simply say to her as you enjoy the feel of her orange hair between your fingers.

"You are mine, my dear sweet human."

-"Thank you." Her sweet voice makes you turn to her, meeting her light lips of hers, waiting for yours.

"Thanks for being here." Now her lips rest on your cheek "Thank you for being such a masochist."

Title: Castle of Glass

Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Itori & reader. Itori & Uta. Itori & Yomo. Uta & Yomo.

Rating: T+

Series: You’re Perfect

Summary: If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy.

Warning(s): Canon typical violence. Canon typical gore. Pre-canon. Altered timeline. Cannibalism. Pre-relationship(s). Teenage drama. Power struggles.

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This series is shaping up to be one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long,long while. As always, I threw some names into the randomizer and out popped one of the most underrated characters in the Tokyo Ghoul universe, the bae, the beauty, the reader’s first waifu to be, Itori~ If ya like what I’ve written and want me to continue, please let me know by hitting that like button, reblogging or commenting. 

Ciao!

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Episode 5

Tutorial Mode (Earning their Loyalty) Tainted Love

Splish!

Something wet splattered against your cheek.

Face scrunching up with confusion, eyes rolling behind closed lids, you let out a soft exhale, and after a heartbeat or two, you’re awake, but definitely still groggy. Running a hand over your face, you grimace as it’s...it’s...

Too late does your mind catalogue the scent of iron, thick and heavy in the air.

Splish!

Grimacing in surprise, you glance up after a droplet of liquid hits your forehead. Only for the saliva in your mouth to dry up and your voice to suddenly disappear. There, hanging from a chandelier and wrapped up in Christmas lights like some macabre gift, is a bisected corpse. You’re moving on autopilot, unable to look away from the sight, shuffling backwards, only to bump into something.

That something turns out to be the head of a corpse. 

The bed, though calling it a bed is a bit of stretch, and it’s really more like a mattress or two stacked on top of each other, is all but flooded with body parts and splattered with blood. 

“Boss, you won’t believe who we found snooping around the complex!” A tall, reedy teen burst into the room rudely. You glance at the source of the disturbance and catch sight of the red iris and black sclera. Abruptly, you suddenly have a decent idea for what type of world you’d been dumped now. Not looking at your face, clearly too pumped up, he launched into his spiel, words practically tripping over themselves, “It’s that red haired bitch! The blondie’s little side piece. Oooh man, what luck, right?!”

Time paused. 

Thank God, because right now you’re really really freaking out.

/ Tokyo Ghoul is a story based game that features player choice. The consequence of all your in game actions and decisions will impact the past, present, and future. Choose wisely. /

You pace around the room, trying to avoid looking at or stepping in any of the mess. It’s impossible though because body parts and blood splatter, intestines and bits of flesh sprinkled about, its...it’s literally everywhere. 

It’s chaos. 

It’s pure and total carnage, like a scene straight out of a Freddy Krueger or Saw movie, or, or something. 

‘No, it’s worse.’ You thought to yourself grimly. ‘Whoever did this, they don’t have any self-control...’ A hollow feeling has taken up residence in your chest and it’s like a black hole, sucking everything remotely positive up. 

Desperately, you’re trying to ignore the glaringly obvious truth staring you in the face, but right now...right now....

Smacking your cheeks gently, you muttered to yourself, coaching yourself to get it together. Get it together. Being caught unawares and in lala land would be... problematic in a place like this universe. 

You’d been dubbed Boss, that means that you’re in charge. 

So you need to be on your p’s and q’s. 

[“It’s that red haired bitch! The blondie’s little side piece. Oooh man, what luck, right?!”  (⬤ + 5) a.) “...It’s too convenient.” b.) “Luck? It could be.” c.) “...” d.) “Send her back. Now.”]

‘Clearly, this version of my character isn’t the most talkative.’ You think that you’re getting more used to the simulation, if not quite the worlds, then at least in the way that you don’t dawdle with choosing your answer now. 

You choose option A right off the bat to start with.

Time unpaused and you found yourself making that blunt statement, as you got out of the bed, you belatedly realize that you’re naked as the day that you’re born. The teenager continues to face away from you, and you see him frown, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“’Course it’s too convenient. I knew that!” By his tone, it's clear he didn’t know that or he was being prideful, or a mix of the two. “The cunt thinks she’s so smart, getting one over on us, but we can use her to lure that blonde freak out into the open and then--”

You finally found a ratty towel that looked reasonably clean and wrap it around yourself. “And then... what?” You shrug, hip cocked out. “Maybe murder him? Get him to surrender?” You tick the possibilities off on your fingers. “It won’t change anything since he has other lackeys to step up and take his place, Roy.”

The teen, Roy, whirled around to face you, his scowl even more prominent and it didn’t look like it’d be going away anytime soon. “You don’t want to kill him because you want to keep fighting him all the time!”

You blinked, nonplussed by the accusation. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to the current issue--.”

He cut you off. “I’m giving you his right hand girl, his informant, on a silver platter and you can’t even take me seriously for a single second!? That’s it, I’ve had it! I’m done!” Roy snarled, walking back to the door, throwing it open so hard that it ricocheted off the wall and created another crack in the plaster. 

“I’ll just devour her myself...”

{Roy Loyalty decreased by 9} {Roy Loyalty decreased by 9} {Roy Loyalty decreased by 9} {Roy is furious!}

‘Sometimes, this simulation really likes to point out the obvious.’ You resist the urge to roll your eyes just barely. It was beyond you how this convo went from 0 to 100 so quick and to blame it all on teenage hormones and drama would be stereotypical. 

Clearly this Roy kid had a major chip on his shoulder. 

/ Oh no! Your choice has made your ally question your leadership. Similar to love interests, allies and enemies are key components and individuals who make up each universe. 

Certain dialogue choices and decisions can be the deciding factor of whether a person decides to hate you forever or give you their unconditional support. 

This is summarized as Loyalty. 

Loyalty is tricky; it increases and decreases at seemingly random intervals. 

Also, what may be acceptable for one ally could be intolerable for another. 

So think cautiously and carefully! Always try to find a middle ground that will be beneficial to your followers and your conscious. If all your allies lose faith in you and your cause, then they will become enemies and turn against you at the most opportune moment. 

It’s possible to monitor who your enemies and allies, as well as loyalty, through the Main Menu. Would you like to take a look at that now? a.) Yes b.) No /

Frowning minutely, you chose ‘Yes’. 

Curious to see more about this particular feature. 

Like normal, the Main Menu popped up without issue, and you scrolled right until you come across the screen titled Other. Just like the previous time you did this, beneath the title is Gifts, Hints, Tips & Tricks, Inventory, etc. You skim through everything there’s to be seen in the Other screen, gaze flitting over to Gifts title, which has a tiny number four in parenthesis in the upper left corner. 

Stifling the desire to immediately check what else new you’ve gotten, absently promising to return to it in a second, you instead start scrolling again, coming to the Friendships Stat screen. It’s not immediately obvious actually, exactly what you’re supposed to be looking for, and just when you’re about to give up, go back and check Gifts, you catch the ❃ symbol at the corner of your eye. Turning your full attention this curious anomaly, which certainly hadn’t been there before, you see that there’s now two bars per character, the first which you’re familiar with and of course tells you the level of friendship you’ve got with the person. 

Running your teeth over your bottom lip, you focus on Roy and see that he’s at level nine, just an inch left before it’s completely filled out and ready for another level up. The new bar with the ❃ symbol is at level 8, just a little under halfway filled, beneath all that in small, blocky text is the word ALLY. 

‘So, the new bar measures loyalty...’ You deduce.

Humming, you give a cursory glance at (teenage) Uta’s stat screen and instead of his name, there’s merely a couple question marks above his blonde head, one sentence that states he’s the (apparent) leader of the fourth ward and equally annoying as he is amusing. His stat level is at 0, same for the loyalty level, the word ENEMY emboldened at the bottom; the same goes for teenage Renji and Itori. 

...So you’re in the era just before Yomo, Uta, and Itori became ‘civilized’, though the last two were dubious at best, since they were (and would be again?) apart  of the Pierrot crew.  

Your eyebrows raised to your forehead briefly and you internally shrug before checking out the background, and it’s...wholly unexpected yet also strangely fitting and tragic, as per the norm for Tokyo Ghoul. You’re a natural born one eyed ghoul, born to an S-rank ghoul mother and ghoul investigator father, a truly strange, star crossed couple, to be sure. Shortly after you were born, your mom was murdered and your father decided that he would take care of you. 

‘I do not see this ending well...’ 

Skimming through the rest, you almost hate that you’re proven right. Your pops got brownie points for being pragmatic enough to teach you how to hunt for food, about Doves and the CCG, etc, but his job, his duty, or whatever, it ended up being the thing that led to his inevitable demise; he was tortured and killed by some random ghoul investigator who had the suspicion that he’d been ‘betraying the cause and humanity’, i.e. letting ghouls escape. 

It sounded like such a bogus excuse. 

As an orphan, you pretty much run wild through the wards, doing whatever you pleased, and along the way, while you definitely made hella enemies, you also amassed quite the following. 

Swiping right again, a full body screenshot appeared. You see that you’ve been deaged to your tween stage, but you’re still most definitely cute. Gorgeous brown skin, hair cut in a bob that reached your ears, and an easy (empty) smile that hid the cruelty and calculative glint in your gaze. You’re dressed in loose, comfortable clothing that wouldn’t hinder you in a fight.

Health (110) Charisma (80) Speed (87) Leadership (92) Stamina (96) Strength (90) Dexterity (91) RC Type: Rinkaku Species: One eyed ghoul Alias(es): Nox, Boss, Vixen

Once you swiped right again, your inventory popped up. There’s some money, a couple ID’s that clearly didn’t belong to you, a vulpine half mask that when worn would hide your face but not your mouth and throat, etc. and a worn journal. Swiping right the final time, you took note of the fact that the storyline progression states that you’re only at 1%. That finished, you swipe left quickly, going backwards until you’re back to Options and then the Gifts title screen, there’s the usual unopened items and/or equipment that you still haven’t really looked at yet, but what’s new is the item that’s designated for this world. 

It’s a pretty bracelet, known as the Intensity Stone Bracelet. You reach out to touch it and when you do, it enlarges, giving you a sort of HD version, but also letting you know the special features, such as increased health by ten, increased charisma by fifteen, lowered stamina by eight and dexterity by five. Mentally, you quickly tally the math, and it’s actually not a bad trade off. Yes, dexterity and stamina would take a bit of a hit, and in ghoul fights, being able to outlast your opponent is most important, right up there with regeneration, really...

‘Now, I’m just trying to talk myself out of this...’ You thought to yourself dryly. 

The words /Equip now?/ float in the air in front of your face. You select ‘Yes’ and chance a glance at your simulated body, watching as the bracelet materialized on the left wrist. 

Freaky, that is.

Shaking your head minutely, trying to ignore the headtrip of, well, everything. Instead of continuing to dwell on it, you exit the Main Menu and not much longer, you’re being asked if you want to check out the other choices, to see how it’d play out. 

Naturally, you agreed to do that, because fuck yes. You wanted to see more, how this played out from all angles. 

You ignore what’s going on with the Time Loop feature, pretty much immune to the weirdness of witnessing time rewind like VCRs and those old analog TV’s from the 90s and early 2000s. 

All too soon, you’re looking at Roy once again, clutching a towel around yourself to preserve your modesty. The only thing that’s different is that you can feel the heavy weight on your wrist now.

[“It’s that red haired bitch! The blondie’s little side piece. Oooh man, what luck, right?!”  (⬤ + 4) a.) “…It’s too convenient.” b.) “Luck? It could be.” c.) “…” d.) “Send her back. Now.”]

You decided to choose the silence option and went with choice C. 

Time unfroze and you merely stared at Roy for a second or two before turning, feet leaving behind bloody imprints as you proceed to trek to the corner where a sink is and a cracked mirror. There’s a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, and more hygiene products available, they look relatively new and untouched, unopened. 

“O-Oi, Boss...? W-what’s the matter? Do you think it’s a stupid plan? I can change it, I swear...” 

You glance at yourself in the cracked mirror, turning both knobs. Much to your surprise, clean water came pouring out. You soak your rag and wring it only slightly before you start to clean up, humming a little lullaby as you do so.

This behavior seems to unnerve Roy. You don’t know how you can tell, especially since you’re not even looking at him but then you chalk it up to having a superior nose as opposed to regular humans, you can scent certain things and right now, besides inhaling that delicious aroma of meat, even a day old, you can hear the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart. 

Fear. Adrenaline. 

Toying with prey is just as satisfying as if you actually got to eat them while they were alive. 

“...boss?”

“Very good.” You smile at Roy. Impressed that he didn’t run at the first opportunity, but then again, running would likely have set you off even sooner, which he likely already knew. “Keep an eye on her, she’s sneaky.”

“...yes, Boss.” And for such a belligerent and very in your face type of punk, Roy did the most surprising thing when he bowed at the waist. Keeping his gaze locked on yours, he backed out of the room. 

{Roy Loyalty increased by 2} {Roy Loyalty increased by 2} {Roy Loyalty increased by 2} {Roy’s acknowledges your strength}

Smart kid, recognizing the clear threat.

All too soon, again, you’re back in the same position, towel covering yourself up once more. Idly, you figure that you were either too young to know the dangers of walking around naked with males around, or you thought yourself too invincible to be hurt in a more...intimate manner. 

That didn’t sit well with you, to be honest. 

[“It’s that red haired bitch! The blondie’s little side piece. Oooh man, what luck, right?!”  (⬤ + 3) a.) “…It’s too convenient.” b.) “Luck? It could be.” c.) “…” d.) “Send her back. Now.”]

You decide to choose the final selection, option D. Time unpaused and you find yourself tilting your head to the side a little, not unlike a curious cat. You say the words and your voice is calm, but cold.

“B-But Boss--!” Just as expected, Roy blustered, trying to speak up. 

You raised your hand, pointing your pointer finger at him and much to your inward shock, it lengthened and sharpened, stabbing Roy in the left shoulder. “I don’t tolerate your existence by allowing backtalk. Now, let’s try this again. I said, send her back, now...”

Roy let out quiet groans, fist clenched tightly in front of him, a vein twitching near his temple. “S-Sen...” his face screwed up with agony as you pressed a little harder. “Send her back. I’ll send her back immediately! Boss, please...!”

You let him dangle there, squirming, for another minute or two, before you nodded with satisfaction. Pleased that he seemed to actually be listening to you and would obey. Abruptly, your blade fingers (and holy crap is that cool, kind of like Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist) retracted from his shoulder. Roy slid to the ground, clutching his wounded shoulder. 

“Out of my sight now.” 

You raised your bloody finger to your mouth, licking his life essence off.

He wasted little time in scurrying out the room.

{Roy Loyalty decreased by 11} {Roy Loyalty decreased by 11} {Roy Loyalty decreased by 11} {Roy is terrified}

Clearly, you’re not the type to really mess around with your subordinates, or followers. Maybe Roy would fall into the lackey category? Musing over this, you shrug and ignore how time rewinds, instead recalling each way you handled Roy per choice, showing different sides of your personality. 

[“It’s that red haired bitch! The blondie’s little side piece. Oooh man, what luck, right?!”  (⬤ + 2) a.) “…It’s too convenient.” b.) “Luck? It could be.” c.) “…” d.) “Send her back. Now.”]

Option B is the last choice. 

The others are greyed out and show that you’ve already picked them. You’re relaxed and loose in your stance. Confident, relaxed, as you stand there with nothing but a towel to cover yourself. You pick option B after a second or two of deliberation.

Time unfroze and you find yourself speaking the words with an airy, flippant tone. You even shrugged your shoulder. Roy, possibly too excited by the fact that you’re actually agreeing, half turned to face you, realized the way you’re dressed, blushed bright red, and spun back around to face the wall.

“S-S-Should I Tito rough her up a bit? Maybe get her to spill any plans that blonde haired bastard has cooked up?”

“Mm, that’s a good plan.” You find yourself nodding. “Bring Ray and Matthew with you, though.”

“Boss...?” He sounds hopelessly confused. 

‘Kind of like a puppy. An over excited and half trained, vicious puppy, but a puppy nonetheless.’ “Tito has beef with that blonde bastard, as you’re so fond of calling him. I don’t want the girl to be totally useless to me before I manage to at least talk to her in person.”

He snapped his fingers. “Wow, Boss, I didn’t think of that...”

‘Of course you didn’t.’ “Get it done and I’ll be down to join you all in a minute.” 

“Yes, Boss!” Roy saluted, looking excited and impressed. He left the room quickly, closing the door firmly. 

{Roy Loyalty increased by 9} {Roy Loyalty increased by 9} {Roy Loyalty increased by 9} {Roy respects you}

Time paused. And just like last time this happened, instead of the usual ghostly writing, the words are different and glowing a soft gold.

/Congratulations! You’ve completed all the dialogue options and witnessed all possible outcomes. Now has come the time to decide which option that you’d like to explore further./

[Which scenario do you choose? WARNING: You can’t go back again, so choose carefully! a.) ??? b.) ??? c.) ??? d.) ???]

There’s that pressure again. It’s less significant and heavy like last time, but still there. You can only choose one choice and won’t be able to go back and correct yourself. Nibbling your bottom lip, your finger wavered between choices C and D, and after a moment or two of back and forth, you placed your hand over your eyes and pointed at will.

Peeking through your fingers, you realize that you choose B.

[Are you sure this is what you want? a.) Yes b.) No]

Before you could drive yourself into another corner and freak out again, you selected ‘Yes’. 

Time unfroze and then sped up. Unlike previously, you watched all the way though as things rearranged themselves, the sensation dizzying, almost enough to make a person be sick, before things slowed slightly. You watched and witness Roy got unreasonably pissed off and threw the door open, about to leave. 

And you’re in motion before you consciously decide to do so.

Bodily throwing yourself at him full force in a lunge. Roy didn’t expect it, clearly, because he let out a yelp, as the combined weight of the two of you threw you both over the ledge of bannister. 

You’re free falling through the air, repeatedly punching him in the face. 

Left, right. Uppercut. 

He bit your knuckle on your next swing, kakugan on full display, and pain zinged through you. Not enough for it to be too distracting but you heel kicked him in retribution. Or tried, as he grabbed your leg, attempting to break it. 

And you claw at his face in retaliation.

Far too abruptly, the ground rushes up to meet you. 

You most certainly do feel it when you land, after all, there’s nothing to cushion your fall. The breath wheezes out of you, and you taste iron in your mouth. Roy is not looking much better, though he is trying to get to his feet. Laboriously, you copy him. On your knees, you try to throw a punch at him, but he dodges out of the way, falling onto his side and you gather nonexistent energy, managing to crawl over to him and wrap your hands around his throat. 

He flailed beneath you, trying to get you to stop. You dodge his hands which grasp at the general area of your face. “Think you can undermine me, do you? Think you’re in charge, you’re the Boss?” You tighten your grip, feel his legs kicking out underneath him. “Someone as weak and pitiful as you, lead? Make the big decisions, the hard choices?” 

His entire face is red, he’s choking. Kakugan receding, he looked at you with his regular human eyes, terror visible in his gaze. 

“Don’t make me laugh...!” Tighter, again, you increased the pressure on his throat, and you’re in his face now, baring your teeth in a mockery of a smile. Everything in you demands that you end this, rip his throat out, do it now, nOW, while he’s vulnerable beneath you. However, you do the opposite and after another second or two, you release him. 

Finger by finger, you let go and sit back. 

Roy rolled away from you, coughing and hacking. 

Far too late, you realize that you have an audience. 

Teenagers, ranging from fourteen to seventeen, are cluttered on the couch, a couple leaning against the walls. All of them watching this spectacle without a sound or trace of judgement in their features. 

Someone quietly clears their throat and you find a heavy material dropped on your back. It’s a leather jacket. Although you feel bad and pretty much terrible since you’ve not had the chance to at least wash up, you pull the jacket on and it covers you up to a degree. 

Glancing behind you, you see that it’s a brown skinned, gangly teen with short red and brown dyed hair, dark brown fathomless eyes watching you calmly. He was dressed in a white beater and camouflage pants with boots. “...D’ya want us to string him up with the redhead in the basement, Boss?” Already though, an identical teen (his twin perhaps) is in the process of hauling Roy to his feet, and he’s not being gentle about it. “Tito wouldn’t mind having a victim he could inflict actual pain on down there, I think.” 

You glance at Roy who looks terrified and that...amuses you. Unable to really help it, you feel your lips curl into a smile. “That would be the best solution, I think. It wouldn’t do to have Tito bored and cranky.”

Time paused, which is actually pretty odd, since you didn’t even get to offically see the teenage Itori or what’s going on here.

/ Congratulations. You’ve completed the main tutorial mode and learned most of the controls. Further instruction can be found in the Other category, under Hints, Tips & Tricks. Thank you for your continued interest and hope that you continue playing. Up further ahead is a graphic scene of mature rating. Would you like to continue and see that now or return to the Main Menu? a.) Yes b.) No /

You select ‘Yes’. Returning to the Main Menu and as you swipe right, eventually you come across a familiar screen.

/Save and Continue or Save and Exit?/

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I apologise for what is short and perhaps even disappointing 😣 Can I rewrite it if you don't like it

72- Tokyo Ghoul, Itori x human!Reader

From the prompt list

50: "Do you even know what love feels like?"

She is like that. She is an angel from hell, she is poisonous honey.

She has always been, perhaps, and how could you understand her, you who are but a miserable human?

"Wait ..." The voice of the beautiful Itori seems almost pleading now, as your hands cover your red face, and you step back for the first time, moving away from her.

You never ran away from her, ever. Not once have your feet taken you far.

"Aren't you running away?" She asked you when you discovered the truth about her ghoul nature "I could eat you here, now ... won't you run away?"