#ayatouka

[miehczyslaw]

MY BODY IS YOUR BODY IS

[incensuous]

no one:

me: shipping siblings is just the extreme and final form of the childhood friends-to-lovers trope

[reigensarataka]

i just spent all night watching seasons 5 & 6 back to back (bc i couldnt watch s5 when it dropped,, jgdhkvhd i just let tumblr fill me in) and wow i have made. a mistake 😲 i cried so fucking much im just.. holy fuck,, it was SO GOOD, the only thing im honestly upset about is keith and krolia spending 2 WHOLE YEARS in space there?? Like??? What is even the point of that why couldnt it have just been like..a week ? ok anyway i need to sleep now, sorry im emotional n needed someone to ramble to 😌

SHSKSNDMSNSMSNSN watching both s5 AND s6 in one night? thats so valid but also cant relate bc i STILL dont know what happens in that last s6 fight. also dude…. im still crying over ep5……………… also im still salty about lance…………also yah the time skip thing? dont like that! unnecessary and it just complicated things even more

[ai-megurine]

« Hey brother »

Am I the only one who thinks that the song « Hey brother » by Avicii perfectly fits Ayato and Touka's relationship? A brother and a sister far away from each other but they both care so much for the other and would be ready to do anything for the other if needed.

Of course, Ayato does not show how much he loves Touka but we know he does. I am pretty sure that he would have slaughtered Mutsuki without any remorse if he had been the one to find him and Touka instead of the Quinx place. And do I need to remind you how much our beloved Touka cares about her baby brother? She basically raised him, she will always love him so much no matter what he does.

[incensuous]

me: i hate cliches

show: emo mean boy is mean to everyone except his Sister

me: oh my god he's mean to everyone except his Sister

[incensuous]

shitty idiots

fandom: tokyo ghoul characters: ayato/touka rating: M shield thine eyes children (TW: EXPLICIT INCEST PWP) ***questionable consent!!*** takes place after ayato and gang kidnap ken and... if things don’t make sense... please forgive me... 

When his underlings and Yomuri made their escape with that ridiculous Kaneki fellow in a bag, Ayato told them he had some personal business to take care of, glancing at his sister, and he’d be back at headquarters soon.

Ayato gazed down at Touka, almost unconscious on the floor, and briefly wondered if in the years since he’d left her, his beloved aneki had found a lover or even a boyfriend. Did he care? Surely, he didn’t.

So he wasn’t sure what to make of his actions when he roughly hauled her to her feet, after convincing himself he didn’t care if there was already someone who had the pleasure of fucking his sister yet. 

He stared down at the face resembling his own, while she gathered her bearings. How funny, he pondered. When he left, he’d barely been eye-level with her, but now he easily towered over her. He carded nimble fingers through her matted hair, which very well could have been shorter than his own locks.

“Still a tomboy, aneki?” he murmured, trying to sound condescending enough to assure her and himself there was no affection, none at all, seeping into his voice.

“What do you care?” Touka glared up at her younger brother, but there was no true bite to her words, like always. Never, not for Ayato.

He smirked, his eyes lidded in that perpetual way of his. “You’re right. I don’t.”

And he chanted to himself, don’t care don’t care don’t care I don’t care, even as he swooped down and crushed his lips against hers. It was all teeth and searing heat and he was fighting her with his mouth and neither of them were surprised when she rose to the challenge and fought back, even in the state she was in. 

He had her pressed firmly against walls smeared with blood; some of it her own, and none of it his. 

When they parted abruptly, due to the lack of oxygen, he found her eyes roaming over his face. He inhaled deeply, the pungent aroma of gore lacing every breath. 

“You’ve grown a lot, Ayato,” she whispered, sounding almost soft.

He scoffed. Was that really all she had to say?

Touka narrowed her eyes up at him, after observing his outfit, and gave a smirk all too familiar. “But, are you still trying to prove something with this?” She reached up with a hand to tug at his earring. He also didn’t miss the lingering, almost amused glances over his black hoodie and ripped jeans. 

He minutely winced at the rough treatment on his piercing and in response, he grabbed her hand to slam against the wall. “You’re such an idiot, aneki.” And he didn’t want to hear her talk anymore so he continued kissing her, hard enough her lips would bruise with his tongue battling hers, all the while pressing his hard body into her softer frame. 

He was so much more muscular than she’d remembered. In the back of her mind, Touka yearned for her old brother again—the one who was scared of bugs and swore to protect her and to listen to her. But, she acquiesced, with her one free hand braced against his now broad shoulder as he roughly grabbed at her hips, she still loved this new brother of hers all the same because he was still Ayato.

“We’re both idiots,” Touka managed to murmur in response when he had suddenly leaned back, panting raggedly. 

He didn’t respond verbally, instead violently pulling a chunk of her hair so her head tilted back. Ayato left open-mouthed, wet kisses all over her neck, making his way down to her collarbone. When his lips found resistance in the form of an innocent collared shirt, he tore it open to suck harshly on her bare skin, just above her heart. His mouth then moved to greedily suckle on her pert nipple while his hand roughly teased her other breast. 

Touka’s hand left his shoulder to grasp at his wild tresses. “Your hair is so long,” she commented breathlessly, while her eyes remained closed. “But still so messy.”

How could he tell her he wanted her to shut the fuck up? He stretched his mouth wide and bit down harshly onto her shoulder and she shouted in surprise. Feeling his sister’s warm body all within his grasp and her sweet blood filling his mouth and smell invading his nose made him lose all sense of rationality.

His long fingers made quick work of the tights covering her thighs, tearing them to shreds, after rucking her stupid uniform skirt up around her waist. 

Ayato pushed his own jeans down past his ass and without even checking to see if his aneki was ready for him, he roughly lifted her leg, and thrust his hips to enter her quickly, sheathing his hard length inside her completely and drawing sharp gasp from Touka. He choked out a groan at her wet heat gripping him so tightly. 

He wasn’t sure how it was physically possible for his sister, who was so harsh and cold to literally be so soft on the inside. Touka moaned lowly against his earlobe and Ayato realized belatedly, through the foggy pleasure overloading his senses, he had met no resistance when he plunged in her—she’d been just so wet. 

“You’re such a fucking slut, idiot aneki,” he growled against her collarbone, mostly because he didn’t want to look at her face or he’d lose it. “So wet for your own brother.”

In response, Touka roughly tugged at his messy hair, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tightened her leg around his hip. “Shut up, shithead,” she intoned harshly before clamping her teeth on his ear eliciting a low grunt, while bucking against him. 

Ayato wildly pounded into her, building up an unforgiving pace. He lifted his head ever so slightly to peer into her face—all flushed and sweaty because of him. “Aneki,” he called out, uncharacteristically softly, just as he bucked erratically before he came deep within Touka in long, violent spurts. 

She shuddered as she felt her own climax sweep through her body, pulsing through her veins. Touka moaned softly, feeling the warmth fill her. 

Panting, the younger brother held her tightly as the two of them rode out their orgasm. With a few last shallow pumps, he emptied all of himself, his cum mixing with her own. It took several minutes before their breathing returned to normal. 

Touka expected him to rip away immediately and leave her alone, all over again. However, after all these years, it seemed as if Ayato had become insatiable in all things, including her. Instead, her brother leaned back just enough to spin her around, pulling her ass towards him causing her to bend forward to grasp at the wall, and hastily buried himself back inside of her cunt with a low moan. This time, he slipped in even easier.

He made quick work of her sensitive clit with calloused fingers and rough friction in and out of her. His hands dug brutally into the flesh of her ass and her waist while he held her steady through his pounding. 

The third time he entered her, he had her back pressed up against the wall. He growled lowly against the shell of her ear, “You belong to me, aneki.” He didn’t even know where the hell it came from, but as soon as he did, he emptied himself inside of her for the last time. He heard her keen with her orgasm peaking and he didn’t even know if she heard him at all. 

Touka whispered, “Ayato,” and he harshly ripped away from her, just as she expected, leaving both of them very cold and very bare, even with most of their clothes on. Touka cried out and had to lean back against the wall for support, knees weak from both the fucking and the battering Ayato had given her earlier. 

He stared at his sister with lidded eyes, only inches away from him—face flushed, chest heaving, his seed dripping out of her pussy. A frown graced his swollen lips. Not taking his eyes off her, he slowly zipped himself up, cock still glistening with his sister’s juices and residual semen, and Touka was only left in her tattered uniform. He turned away to head out the same way he had come in. 

Before he lept out the shattered window, Ayato gave her one last glance and murmured lowly, “The weak can’t protect anything.”

[yamken]

ur blog is like this perfect mix of tg, yoi, mp100, captive prince, and relatable text posts lmao i love it 🙌

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[grumpeaches]

hearts too ruthless to break

Main characters: Kirishima Ayato, Kirishima Touka Main relationship: Kirishima siblings Wordcount: 1,003 words Warnings: Ambiguous incest Note: AU where Touka and Ayato never joined Anteiku and continued their street life. I wrote this some time back, but I hesitated to post it for obvious reasons. There isn't any actual physical incest in this, but the depth of their relationship and how Ayato sees Touka does transcend typical familial bonds – not necessarily in a romantic manner, but not completely platonic either. Could be read as entirely platonic I suppose, but despite the ambiguity, the incestuous implications are definitely intended, so.

Part of maybe i don't want heaven series

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It would be a lie to say that Ayato could not remember a time before it was just him and Touka, but for almost half his life, his big sister was the only person he could rely on, and he couldn’t imagine relying on anyone else but her for the rest of his life. She had been a child too, when she had been forced to raise him, but never once had she complained or made him feel like he was a burden to her.

When Ayato was five, Touka was seven and she was his role model. He had always been a terribly meek kid, if he wasn’t hiding behind their father’s leg, he’d be barely peeping over Touka’s shoulder. Touka was much braver than he was, and even though she liked to tease him sometimes, she never made him do anything that he was afraid of doing, content to do both their share of work. He looked up to her more than he ever looked up to their father, and he wanted to be just like her someday.

When Ayato was eight, Touka was ten and she was his protector. It didn’t matter to the young boy whether their father had meant to leave them alone or not, because it didn’t stop Ayato from feeling abandoned all the same. He remembered the promise he had made to his father clearly – you’re the brother, so you have to protect your sister – but he was still so afraid of everything, still too weak to be anything more than a burden. But Touka never faltered. She fought to protect him, carried him on her back when he was too tired to walk, sang lullabies to him when he couldn’t sleep. Lulled to sleep with Touka’s hand in his hair, he decided that he felt safest whenever his big sister was around.

When Ayato was ten, Touka was twelve and she was his teacher. He’d grown a little bigger, a little stronger, a little less scared. Despite being very much still a child, Touka’s drive to protect Ayato had driven her to master the use of her kagune, and her brother had decided that it was time he started pulling his weight in their survival as well. She was hesitant at first, because teaching her baby brother how to kill seemed all sorts of wrong to her, even if it was in their very nature as ghouls to be murderous monsters. But she soon came to realise that no matter how strong she was for her age, she was still a child herself, and the burden of feeding and protecting two growing children was one too heavy for her small, deceptively delicate looking shoulders.

To her surprise, once he had grown out of all his childhood fears, Ayato was a natural fighter.

When Ayato was twelve, Touka was fourteen and she was his equal. They had become a lethal tag team, with a reputation that far preceded them. It wasn’t unusual for orphaned ghouls who took to living on the streets to become rather strong (it was almost a given even, considering the other option was to die), but there was just something disconcerting about two small children tearing an adult twice their size limb from limb in under two minutes. A man had offered them a permanent place to stay, a place to call home, and Ayato had almost laughed because anywhere was home as long as he was with Touka.

They turned him down.

There was a sad resignation in the man’s eyes, as if he had expected their response, and for the briefest of moments Touka let herself imagine a life where she had accepted the offer, had been… domesticated. Ayato reached for her hand then, and when she caught the way he looked at her, completely open and trusting and so different from the Ayato that everyone else saw, she decided that she had made the right decision – Ayato was her brother, and there was no one else she trusted, would ever trust, besides herself to take care of him.

When Ayato was fifteen, Touka was seventeen and she was his voice of reason. He was growing taller, and had surpassed Touka in height, even if only by a little. Ayato knew that Touka was much stronger than she appeared and had no doubts at all regarding her ability to take care of herself, but it didn’t stop the surge of protectiveness that washed over him at the thought of anyone even just laying a finger on her. She was the only one who could snap him out of his irrational anger; she would place her hand on his shoulder, reassure him that she was alright through a smile, and everything would be okay. They were born killers, but they didn’t need to be monsters, and Touka was the only reason he hadn’t lost sight of himself.

It would be a lie to say that Ayato could not remember a time before it was just him and Touka, but for almost half his life, his big sister was the only person he could rely on, and he couldn’t imagine relying on anyone else but her for the rest of his life. She had been a child too, when she had been forced to raise him, but never once had she complained or made him feel like he was a burden to her. His heart swelled with love whenever she glanced over at him with a smile, whenever she tried to pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair, whenever she hooked their pinkies together as they walked down the street. She was his sister, his everything, his—

His.

He couldn’t fathom a life without her, simply because he belonged with her, because sometimes home wasn’t four walls and a roof over your head, sometimes home was a pair of arms and a living, breathing body. Because whenever Ayato shied away from a hug, she’d reach for his face, pulling his forehead to hers and keeping him within her grasp for just a second or two more. My baby, she’d breathe, a soft whisper for his ears only. He felt at peace then, knowing that he was hers just as much as she was his.

There was never any doubt to begin with, but now Ayato knew with absolute certainty that all they needed to survive in this cruel world was each other.

When Ayato was nineteen, Touka was twenty-one and she was his whole world.