This is Ashenroad...is it okay if I ask if you have any Tokyo Ghoul Yuri ships?
tg yuri huh...? lets see what we got; tg is so strapped for women (that are also relevant) that it's actually kinda hard to come up w/ ships that dont overlap
etouka
this one scratches that "i can fix her" itch i always have for eto. touka's like if kuzen wasn't a tool when it came to those close to him which makes for a nice (if weird) contrast on eto's end considering touka was half-raised by him. she likes how touka is genuine (after getting over the hurdle that is eto yoshimura as a concept)
as for touka, she likes eto's intelligence and also her no-bullshit attitude
touriko/yoritou
ironically despite having actually written them, i havent put as much thought behind this ship as i probably should, but besties with hidden/unresolved feelings is great. the comphet angle is palpable too
I ship Eto Yoshimura x Touka Kirishima despite it being a crackship. What’s it called? Etouka? It should be if it isn’t. I always fall in love with the rarest fanships.
When you too salty with Eto and Kaneki --and went all gross with love/hate Eto and Touka. Wait, where is the love ?
Characters/Pairing: Kirishima Touka, Eto, Takatsuki Sen, Etouka.
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Her forehead wrinkled --annoyance --disgust as her eyes gaze straight at the older woman. Her eyes narrowed down to slits of balefire, silently watching the red fruit being bitten by her sharp teeth. It feel like she was trying to shows off the bitter truth that she can eat normal food compare to her.
Eto lifts her eyes and their gaze meet, “What ?”, mouth still busy chewing with a smirk she could barely missed.
The forbidden fruit --she wonder what it taste like.
“If you don’t have any business here, please leave.”, she said, annoyance in her voice. “Are you asking a customer to leave? That’s not nice.”, her voice taut, licking her lips as she does.
“You’re not a customer.”, she seemed bother and walk back to the counter. She feel uneasy as she stared at the keys on the table and the ‘closed’ sign turning at the front entrance. Eto was the one who locked the door and turn the sign before greeting her as if they were friends. Touka feel disgusted.
She want something.
She placed the cup on the small plate, it clinked.
“This is a really nice cafe, isn’t it ?”
Touka grew tired of her secretive, tauting her, leaving hidden clues inside her twisted words, “What do you want ?”
Her question seems amusing to her, and she laughed, “I just want to see you.”
“Bullshit.”, she stammered, “You --don’t even know me.”
“I do.” Eto stood up from her seat, pushing her hair back before walking towards her. Her body feel cold --chills running on the back of her neck, hair straighten as she wipes her hands from cold sweats. “In fact --more than you know yourself.”
She slapped Eto hand away when she tried to touch her face. Touka gaped, slowly starting to back away. In the dim moonlight she could see Eto’s expression and it frightened her. Eto stood rubbing her fingers into her palms. She looked like she was enjoying the pain.
“P--please--leave--” Eto was different. She can’t beat her even when they’re just standing up front with each other. Fear creeping behind her back, her mind gone wild --Yomo isn’t here to help her if something bad happened and she know it’s best not to put up a fight but she was scared. She need to get her out of this place.
Eto chuckled when she sees her trembling --like a small pup abandoned in the cold night soon after it mother was killed, “Cute.”, she muttered.
“Don’t be scared.”, her finger trails on the hard marble, dragging her fingers as she make her way to the other side of the counter. This time, Eto was fast -- Touka tried to move her head back and away from her, but she place both of her hands on her face, holding her in place.
“Kaneki-kun was right --you’re cute.”
Her orbs shaken and her brows frowned. She hates it how sweet his name sounds coming from her mouth. She hates it that her heart ache, filled with envy, knowing that she was closer to him than her. She hates it --that her eyes sting as tears running down on her face when she tried to scream back at her.
“Don’t cry.”
Touka feel something wet --soft -- running up on her cheek. Her tongue licking her tears away --it makes her sick.
“Do you want to see him ? He said he missed you.”
“All you have to do is take me in --let me be a part of you.”, Touka feel her hot breathe underneath her nose, eyes staring wide at her.
“Let me in, Touka-chan.”, Eto parted her lips with her tongue --and Touka give her access, indulge it. It feels as if it was his. Her heart wavers. It was strange --it feels so similar. Eto nibble on her lips, licking her tongue and pressed harder. She couldn’t deny it feels disgusting --it feels nothing like what she had before --but she didn’t resist.
It was his.
Her eyes change into a different shade of purple. She was under a spell --a curse. Touka rest her hands on her waist as she whispered into her ears, “You’re mine now. Tou. Ka. Chan~”, it sounds like she was teasing her. Eto pushed her hair behind her ear, exposing her right eye that she always hide --and pressed her tongue on her closed lid.
Just like what she did to him --Eto licked her again.
