Tkdb Fandom Here On Tumblr Made Me The Person I Am Today (someone Who Can Go Crazy Over Tohma So Much

Tkdb fandom here on tumblr made me the person i am today (someone who can go crazy over tohma so much so that i giggle and kick my feet whenever someone make a fanfic of him)

I thank this community for that. Here, take a cookie from me.

Hi |ू´꒳`) I was 100% inspired by @istharoth 's Tokyo Debunker quiz, so I made my own!

In this one, you will be assigned to one of the seven houses in Darkwick Academy. Let me know what results you got, and if you don't feel like you relate with the answer, please don't take it too seriously, since this is just for fun ദ്ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )✧

Aaaa i just woke up i wanns join too!!!

!!! Tokyo Debunker ask game !!!

I've wanted to do this for a while now hihi

Send me numbers so I can answer questions! And reblog so other people can send you questions as well (do it plsss I wanna ask questions)

Which character is on your home screen right now?

What is your favorite background?

Which is your favorite outfit so far? (Including normal uniforms, formal uniforms, chapter specific clothes etc) Post screenshots!

Favorite home screen dialogue?

Which character did you choose as your first ghoul and why?

Did your first ghoul stay as your favorite ghoul, or did you change your mind afterwards?

First SSR? Most recent one? And which SSR did you want really bad but never got?

What's your favorite SSR warding card and favorite SR warding card?

Is there a character that follows you? Like, a character that always appears when you're trying your luck with another character?

If you could have one of the ghoul's stigmas, which one would you choose?

Top five favorite characters?

What's your favorite character from each house?

What's your least favorite character from each house?

Which staff member is your favorite? (The cats are included as staff)

Which episode was your favorite so far? Why?

What's your favorite house overall?

Which house would you be sorted into? (pssst do my quiz)

Which character(s) would you get along with the most?

Which character(s) would you actively avoid?

Do you have a favorite fish? A favorite cat? Post a screenshot if you can!

Do you have a favorite spot on the campus? Post a screenshot if you can!

What is your opinion on (insert specific character here)?

What drew you into Tokyo Debunker? What made you stay in the fandom?

Do you create content for the fandom? What's the thing you created that you like the most?

What changes would you like to see implemented in the game?

tastes like mint – ch. 1

Pairing: Ishibashi Tohma x MC

Warnings: NSFW !!! MINORS DNI !!! Will add more warnings in the next chapters!

Author's note: I was trying to make One Very Big Fic™️ with this one, like I did with Subaru, but I'm too impatient rn so divided in chapters it goes ദ്ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )✧ hope you like it!

Tohma sighed, anxiety tightening his muscles as he licked his dry lips in anticipation.

You were sitting on his lap, half-lidded eyes gazing at his face with a delicious mix of affection and lust that stirred his insides.

He was leaning back on his chair, paperwork long forgotten, although he wasn't really sure when you climbed onto him and started assaulting his senses. He blinked, and you were there.

Your hands trailed slowly from his tensioned shoulders to his hands. He didn't want to think about how clammy his palms felt once you interlocked your fingers together because you seemed to not care at all.

You brought the back of his hands to your mouth, kissing them slowly, as if you wanted to taste how his skin felt against your lips. The smacking sound of your kiss made him swallow hard.

Letting go of one of his hands, you cupped his cheek, and he prayed you didn't feel how warm it was against the cool of your skin. First, he couldn't think properly in order to move, now he blushed pathetically under your touch – what was he? A schoolboy?

You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, and grazed his cheeks with the feather touch of your lips. Tohma was sure you could feel the way his peach fuzz stood on edge, the goosebumps that pricked his skin thankfully mostly hidden by his stuffy uniform.

And it was so, oh so stuffy. He could feel the way his pants were beginning to get uncomfortable, but he also refused to acknowledge it. Tohma was a fully grown man and he didn't want to believe he was so desperate that he would get hard with just some teasing from you.

Would you please stop teasing, though, he wanted to say, but his voice was stuck on his throat, and his tongue felt heavy like lead.

You began peppering kisses on his cheeks, on his eyelids, on his forehead, on his neck. You seemed to be everywhere, overwhelming his senses with the sound of your heavy breathing, the intoxicating scent of your hair, and the way your hand wandered on his body.

He could feel the warmth of your mint breath, and for a split second, he thought that maybe he should stop smoking, just for you – just so he could properly taste the mint of your tongue.

The tongue that licked a long stripe on the base of his neck, towards his chin, and silenced all coherent thought.

His breath hitched on his throat and he swore he could feel you smile when a pitiful gasp left his lips once you began sucking hard on his neck, fully intent on leaving a hickey that would probably make Frostheim students clutch their million dollar pearls.

Tohma wanted to touch you as well, to beg you to kiss him, to have you relieve him of the tightness in his groin, but his limbs were heavy and he was under your mercy.

Why couldn't he move?

You finally let go of his other hand (both your palm and his sweaty and hot), and he felt your fingers trail a path towards his pants as you finally – finally – hovered your lips against his.

“Please please please kiss me. Please I need you to kiss me please I need you” he begged in his mind, whining and pitiable, and for once he was satisfied he couldn't utter a word.

As your lips finally touched his, gently, your hand rested against the tent that had formed in his pants. He let out a choked moan, desperate, and you eagerly swallowed the sound as you pushed your tongue inside his mouth.

He could do nothing but let you take control, hating the way he felt drool spill from his mouth, but also reveling in the way you seemed to try to get closer to him, your hand palming him through the thick fabric of his pants. He felt your need to be closer to him, closer than your skins would allow.

Tohma rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt your hips begin to grind on him. You hummed in the kiss as your movements began to speed up, and although it brought him the much needed friction, he still felt so, so frustrated. He needed to hold you, to strip you naked, to take control – but he couldn't.

As soon as dry humping his shamefully hard cock seemed to not be enough for you either, you broke the kiss and hurriedly began to unbutton his pants.

You looked so gorgeous, Tohma thought. Flustered, panting, with your hair messy and eyes glossy with lust. The way he was the one that elicited all that in you (despite how he was doing nothing at all) made his chest swell with pride.

Once you finally undid his belt and pulled his pants down along with his underwear, his cock sprung free, head pink and leaking precum. His muscular thighs contracted in anticipation for your touch.

He observed, with bated breath, how your hand finally began to wrap itself around his length – eagerly waiting for you to milk him dry, to please, please, make him cum – before a deafening beeping sound began to ring in his ears. He shut his eyes tightly, the surprise knocking him off of the trance in which you had locked him.

When he opened his eyes again, Tohma found himself on his own bed, panting and sweaty despite the Frostheim cold, as the merciless sun rays peeked through his curtains.

Finally able to move, he looked to his side, where his alarm clock rang loudly, announcing the beginning of his day.

Tohma breathed in deeply, and lifted his covers to look at the mess he had made. His underwear was ruined and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

Groaning, he got up to take a quick shower before he had to deal with his duties of babysitting taking care of Jin's whims. He needed to clean himself and calm down, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle Jin's everlasting grumpiness.

Laughing humorlessly, he shook his head in disbelief under the lukewarm water of his shower. That whole perverted dream. Oh god.

It was truly the last thing he needed on his already extremely full plate: to have you as his very own sleep paralysis demon.

tastes like mint – ch.2

Pairing: Ishibashi Tohma x MC

Warnings: suggestive content and angst

Chapter 1 can be read here

“Don’t move. Put your hands up slowly without turning around.”

Tohma couldn't keep the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth while he observed the “stranger” in front of him raise their arms carefully.

He already knew very well who that was. He had, much to his own dismay, memorized every detail of their curves and now could pinpoint them even if they were in a distant crowd.

“Very sensible. Now slowly turn this way.”

Tohma licked his lips as he watched you slowly turn towards him, doe eyes widened in surprise, with a twinge of fear that could break his heart if he looked at it for too long.

“I-it's just me, Tohma…” you said, quietly, as if he was an angry monster that shouldn't be messed with. He did feel like one, whenever he teased you (It felt so good, though).

“... Oh? Well, if it isn't the honor student.” he said, faking surprise “My deepest apologies. I'm rather security-conscious, you see.” he said with a slight shrug.

“But I've been here so many times to help you… I thought you already recognized me…” you pouted and Tohma was torn between never wanting to tease you again so you'd feel safe with him, and teasing you relentlessly just to see you puckering your lips like that.

“I have been entrusted with the management of Darkwick's vaults, so I am always on the alert for intruders, you see” he smiled politely, hand going up to fix his monocle. “Please refrain from any suspicious activity, if possible.”

“I… I see… I mean, I know. I'm sorry. I just came to bring you a document that needs to be signed so I can take it to the staffroom” you let out a small, tired sigh.

Poor you. Always being dragged up and down by staff and students alike. If only he could carry all of your burdens and let you fully depend on him. That would probably multiply his work load by a million, but if it meant having you indebted to him, it would all make it worth it. He knows a few ways he could have you pay your due.

“Oh? Is that so. Well, let's go to the vault then, I will brew some tea for us.” he said, quickly leading the way towards the ice cold room where he (slaved away) did his duties.

‘Us’.

Tohma pursed his lips, as if he didn't want the taste of the word leaving his mouth like the smoke from his cigarettes.

It sounded so perfect, like the last piece of a puzzle finally being set in place. He wondered, bitterly, if there is a world in which this ‘Us’ existed and how could he possibly teleport himself there.

Tohma opened the thick doors of the vault and led you to your usual seat.

“Please sit, I will make the tea and we can discuss the document matters soon”

“Okay” you said, voice quiet as you tried not to disturb the constant silence of the room. Your hands quickly moved to embrace yourself in order to fight off the cold. 

Tohma glared at your right hand. 

As long as you wore that ring, though, he knows not even dying and being reborn could lead you to him.

He knew oh so well how Jin had very serious plans for his future, all of which involved you. You were the key to his powers, after all. He had to hold your hand, quite literally, if he wanted the world to bend its knee for him.

And who is Tohma before the grand schemes of the Kamurai Empire?

Tohma tried to focus on the clink clink of porcelain as he carefully picked the herbs and boiled water. His eyes drooped, like wilted flowers, as he organized the tea set. He had grabbed the cups he had recently bought – the pattern and colors reminded him of you, so he kept it tucked away, so no one besides him could use it.

He felt pathetic, pining for you like a sad and doomed protagonist in a romance movie, but he knew that, in his life, he was pretty much given the script of a mere supporting character.

He breathed deeply, shoulders tensing up like he needed to prepare himself to meet your eyes again, much like a fighter getting ready to be punched. When he turned, however, the scene was not what he expected.

Surrounding you, his chess guards clinked and jumped in joy, each piece trying to get closer to your dumbfounded figure that didn't know what to do to appease them.

Tohma's face flushed at how clearly they were reflecting his own thoughts about you. It was preposterous. So he had to hide his own feelings deep inside himself, but his stupid guards couldn't contain their little ice bodies just by having you around them? Well, not on his watch.

With a snap of his fingers, he turned the pieces into icy dust. A tight lipped smile broke into his face.

“My apologies for the inconvenience.” he said, graciously carrying the tray to the table “They were being rather pushy, weren't they?”

You shook your head, laughing.

“They were kinda cute, actually. I don't mind.” you held the teacup, bringing it close to your face so you could feel the warmth of the steam.

“Oh, is that so? Well, I think some anomalies can be rather… unpredictable at times. And that is surely inconvenient.”

You shrugged.

“Guess I'm already kinda used to it.”

Tohma hummed as he fixed his own tea in front of you, his hands properly pouring the liquid without a single spill. Through his peripheral vision, he observed how you took a sip of his tea, letting out a little moan of delight at the taste of the expertly brewed drink.

He briefly closed his eyes, while a shiver ran through his spine at the sound. 

Oh god, how he would love to hear you sound like that again. He could destroy buildings upon buildings over and over again, until he had no power left, until it made him nothing but the husk of a once powerful ghoul, if it meant having you moan softly against his ear every single day of his life. He could exchange all that he has if it meant he could have you at the end.

Tohma breathed deeply. That stupid and depraved dream had thrown him for a loop. It wasn't like him to act like a horny teen and think about sex so constantly, much less act so lovesick for someone who, in all honesty, didn't even deserve that level of obsession.

but oh how he wished he could just fuck your brains out on that table and have you moan for him over and over again

His grip unconsciously tightened and the teapot clinked lightly against the cup.

A drop fell on the white cotton tablecloth.

“Um, Tohma.” you called him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” he croaked, voice a little bit louder than he expected while he grabbed a napkin to hide the stain.

“After you sign the document…” you fidgeted on your seat “There was something I have to ask you. If you have time, that is.”

Tohma raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. Let me take a look at the document now.”

You looked restless during his whole time reading the document. 

It was actually a bit distracting, especially when you leaned over the paper while he signed his name to attest that the document had been fully evaluated.

“So? What did you want to ask?”

Tohma placed the pen on the file and folded his hands, looking at you inquisitively. Doing his utmost best not to let his own uneasiness spread onto his features.

Your head snapped towards him. You looked to the side and quickly opened and closed your mouth, apparently not knowing how to bring up whatever it was that you wanted to tell him.

Tohma braced himself for impact, expecting the absolute worst. Something like you breaking the news of your marriage to Jin, or maybe you saying you fell for someone else, or maybe you revealing that you found a cure for you curse and how you would inevitably forget him, or–

“Um… So... You're always busy, right?”

He blinked slowly, the silly question taking him off guard.

“Yes…? Yes. Most of the time, I am very busy.”

“Um, I see. Well, is there a day in which I could help you tackle most of your work?”

He tilted his head towards you, confused, holding inside the need to say a loud "Huh?" – that was delinquent behavior, and he left his delinquent days in Vagastrom.

“… I believe so? But why? Do you need something?”

“Um, kinda? I just wanted to help you get some free time because I–”

Right when you were going to explain yourself, your phone began to ring. 

“Oh, shit.” you murmured and stood up, quickly packing your things after you saw the caller ID.

“What's wrong?”

“It's the Chancellor.” you frowned, looking at the incoming call that you seemed extremely hesitant to take “I hope nothing happened… The last time I saw him, we didn't have the most pleasant and easy conversation. I'm so sorry Tohma, can we continue our conversation later? I still want to talk to you.”

The smile that slowly spread on Tohma's lips didn't fully reach his eyes, but he nodded politely.

“No problem. You know where to find me.”

“Don't spook me next time, though!” you mouthed as you walked through the vault's door and answered the dreaded phone call.

As he saw your figure walk away from him way too soon, Tohma was hit by a bitter sensation of déja vu.

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