Can I have a scenario where Iyo finds out that Matsuri is gay and is totally cool with it?

I’m always here for more Washuu angst. ❤

“What are you reading?” Matsuri enters the bedroom he unfortunately shares with Iyo to see his dashing Captive Prince series in her hands.

“Your novels. They’re quite engrossing, actually.” Iyo smiles at him.

Matsuri’s heart races. “You went through my things!”

“Do you prefer Damen or Laurent? I see you more as the Damen Type.” Iyo closes the book.

Matsuri turns red. “Iyo.”

“Matsuri, you didn’t even touch me on our wedding night.” Iyo laughs. “I know, okay?”

“Iyo!”

“I actually appreciated it. I was raised to breed with all of you, remember?” Iyo sighs. “It made me happy you would’t force me.”

Matsuri sputters. “I mean – of course I wouldn’t.”

“Then you’re better than half your family, but you know that already.” Iyo hands him his book. This is a forceful, matter-of-fact side to her he’s never seen before. For the first time, Matsuri admires her.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry. We’re both…being forced to play sexual roles we don’t want.”

“They don’t have to be sexual,” Matsuri mutters. “They won’t be.”

“I agree,” Iyo says. “We’ll just tell them we’re having trouble conceiving as long as we can. But now the question is, what can we do to help you?”

“Nothing.” Matsuri flops dramatically across their bed. “Urie doesn’t love me.”

“Urie?” Iyo rolls her eyes. “I should have known!”

“I hate to break it to you, but even I could see he’s not interested.” Iyo sighs and runs her hands through Matsuri’s hair. “We’ll figure out something. We’ve got time.”

“Iyo?” Matsuri says as they prepare for sleep that night. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, too.” Iyo takes his hand, and he no longer feels nervous. They’re friends now.

He’s not alone. Together, they can figure this out.

Naki/Kaneki scenario with Naki being devoted to Neki like a cute little puppy

“We’re Naki and Neki,” announces Naki. “It’s practically the same.”

“I suppose,” Kaneki says slowly.

“We’re a team!” Naki slings his arm around Kaneki’s shoulders. He follows Kaneki out of the room and down the hall to the GOAT executive meeting.

When Kaneki leaves, Naki follows him to read stories to the children. He shows off his koukaku and enjoys the kids climbing all over him.

When Kaneki goes to the bathroom, he exits to find Naki standing there. “Naki, is something wrong?”

“I have something I need to tell you.” Naki’s face is pink.

Kaneki waits.

Naki looks at the concrete floor. “You know, if I’d been there, I would have stopped Big Bro for you.”

Kaneki softens. “That’s it?”

Naki nods. “I’m sorry he hurt you. You didn’t deserve it. I would have been tortured instead.”

“No!” Kaneki gasps. He clutches Naki’s hands. “Listen to me, Naki. No one deserves pain, any pain, especially not what happened to me.”

He chokes on his words; there’s still a voice inside him insisting he’s the exception, that he did deserve it.

“You know you didn’t, either.” Naki frowns.

“I’m learning.”

“Like me.” Naki smiles. “You learn emotions, I learn words, and we all become better. That’s how it works, right?”

Kaneki’s heart swells with this ghoul’s inherent goodness. Beneath the bloodshed and bodies, beneath the devour corpses and worship of a sadist, there is an innocent child preserved in Naki.

Not even he, the king, can boast the same.

“Yeah, Naki. That’s how it works.”

Uihai nsfw

Keeping with the theme of today (apparently), we’ll call this Uihai’s first time. 😉

“Ui, you’re the sweetest.” Hairu laughs at the melon buns in his hand.

It’s after midnight, but he knows she’s been stressed about the Rose investigation lately, and so he’s shown up on her doorstep tonight after she sent him a text asking for T-Human or Valium.

“Sweets for someone sweet?” Ui suggests.

Hairu gasps. “You are precious!”

“Not really. It was a bad joke.”

“The best jokes are bad.” Hairu points at him. “Now come in and enjoy melon buns with me.”

Hairu brews coffee, though she seems energetic as ever.

“Do you ever get tired?” Ui asks with a small smile.

“I’m exhausted now. But you excite me.”

Ui’s cheeks turn crimson. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“What?” Hairu pauses. “Oh!”

When Ui opens his eyes, he sees her face hovering inches before his. “Do I excite you? Hmm?”

“I – uh – Hairu – ethics -”

“Ethics have to involve love, right?” Hairu smiles.

Love.

She said love.

Ui hurls himself into her arms. He kisses her with an intensity he’s never imagined before. He wants to drown in her.

Hairu has never been kissed before. But now she feels her body changing in ways she’s only read about, and she can only think to guide his hand to her chest so he can feel it, too.

He pauses their kiss to listen to her beating heart. “You’re beautiful.”

I have a heart. I’m a human, not a ghoul. Hairu wiggles herself against Ui, and his breath catches.

“Do you have condoms?”

Ui chokes. “I – no?”

“I do.” Hairu grimaces. “Left over from my roommate’s stash before she moved out. But I imagine we can help ourselves. If – I mean, do you want to?”

She wants all of him. She can’t waste another moment. She loves Ui, and she loves that he loves her.

“I do.” Ui pushes back his ethics demons, and allows Hairu to draw him into her bedroom.

Soon they’re tangled together, and she’s giggling and he’s astonished at his happiness.

When he finishes, Hairu cries. “That was the most beautiful thing ever, Ui.”

In the Garden, sex was reproduction. She dreamt of fairy tale love and sex as making love, but she’d never imagined that could be her reality.

“No, you’re the most beautiful thing ever,” Ui protests, and she draws him close for another kiss.

Could you maybe do seidou and kurona first time? I miss them!

I am loving these first time requests. ❤ Bless you nonny-mice. AND WAHHHH I MISS THEM TOO. </3

“You’re a good man.” Kurona nuzzles the back of Seidou’s neck.

“Am I?” he grumbles.

“Yes.” Kurona smiles at him. She’s not a shy person, but right now she feels it. They’re alone in an abandoned building. They can make it theirs, even if for one night. “Seidou, have you ever had sex?”

Takizawa loves the sound of his first name on her lips. In fact, he’s so focused on that, he almost misses the question. “Wait, what?”

“Would you want to?” Kurona lowers her eyes.

Feral hunger consumes Takizawa. He digs his teeth into her lips. “You don’t find me revolting?”

“I find you magnetic.” Kurona pushes him down onto the floor. “So no, I don’t.”

She yanks off her shirt, and Takizawa squeals at the sight of her chest.

“Turn you on?” she teases.

He nods fervently. His heart hammers.

Kurona chuckles and removes his cloak, his pinstriped turtleneck. Her eyes soften at his scars, and she traces them lovingly with her hands.

Takizawa presses his lips against her unhealed stomach.

Kurona beams at him. He pulls off her pants and promptly fears he might have a heart attack from how perfect her body is. How perfect she is. Yasuhisa Kurona.

When he bares himself before her, he sees admiration and love in her eyes. The kind of love he’d long given up.

She’s reignited those fires. He lets her sink onto him, and their connected. Not just by body, but by Kanou, by consuming families, by half-breeds in an unforgiving world, by love and ferocity and hope and redemption.

Takizawa feels all this and more as they rock together. Kurona feels happy and secure. They lie panting side-by-side, caressing each other with their gazes, when Seidou asks meekly, “Again?”

Kurona smiles. She’s certain Shiro’s holding her thumbs up in heaven.

Would you be able to write something about Roma finding and getting Rio to safety, and taking him to somewhere for comfort, possibly even recognizing him from Cochlea, which stems into her wanting to protect him like a sibling?

Yasss, thank you, Nonny-Mouse.

“Rio?” Roma stares at the malformed ghoul writhing on the ground. It growls and snaps its jaws at her. Like a dog.

Her stomach turns. She remembers his innocent sniffles in Cochlea, the sugar-sweet requests to see his dead brother.

“Rio, it’s okay. I’ll be your sister.”

The kid stops to frown at her. “Huh?”

“I’ll be like your big sister, okay?” Roma offers her hand to him. “I have a place that can help us.”

“I want brother.” He begins to cry.

“I want a brother, too,” Roma says, approaching cautiously. He’ll be fun, for sure. “Will you be my brother?”

Rio nods eagerly.

“Good.” Roma guides him away from the frenzied fight surrounding them.

Nishiki opens the door to Re. “What the fuck?”

“This is Rio. You may or may not remember him.”

“I remember.” Touka hurries forward. She gasps when she sees his face.

“Can you give him something to eat and a bed?” Roma crosses her arms.

“She’s my big sister.” Rio points at Roma, who smiles back.

“I won’t leave you, Rio.”

Nishiki scowls. He suspects Roma is doing this on purpose to gain access to Re. But still, this ghoul looks so pathetic, they can’t really turn away.

“Sshhh, you’re safe here.” Roma rubs Rio’s shoulders as the manager guides him upstairs.

Furuta getting a door closed on him every time he gives Rize gifts or does something ridiculous to catch her attention :’D What a determined Casanova.

You cannot convince me he doesn’t tell knock-knock jokes the entire time.

“Rize, wake up! I picked you a dandelion!” Souta knocks on the door to her quarters in the Sunlit Garden.

She opens the door. “Souta, it’s 5 am. And dandelions are weeds.”

“But you can blow on them and they fly away free!”

Rize shuts the door.

He pounds desperately. “Knock-knock. Who’s there? A dandy. A dandy who? A dandy-lion!”

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“Souta, come back here!” Arima chases after the kid, who has stolen IXA.

“Rize, look at me!” he shrieks as he nearly takes Hsaio’s head off. “Oops.”

Rize shakes her head. And shuts herself in her room.

Once his punishment is complete, a bruised Souta totters over to her door.

“Knock-Knock. Who’s there? Arima. Arima who? Arima-gonna-kill you,” he sings.

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“Rize, Rize, I bought you a novel!” Souta waves around a copy of Dear Kafka. “It’s got blood and body parts, just like you said you wanted!”

“Aieeee! Thank you!” Rize hugs him. She looks like her cheerful self again. She takes the book – and then isolates herself in her room again.

“Knock-knock, who’s there? Sad Souta. Sad Souta who? Sad Souta who wants to be your friend,” he says, kicking the dirt.

Iyo waves him over. “She’s sad because she’s getting older.”

“Older?”

“You know.” Iyo lowers her voice. “When girl ghouls grow up. The men aren’t nice to them.”

Souta blushes. Someone’s going to force Rize to…no. No. He won’t let them!

—————————————-

“Follow me.” Souta tugs Rize along. His eyes gleam with excitement.

“I should be back,” Rize says.

“No, you’re never going back.” Souta steps back to reveal an unlocked door. “Run.”

“What?”

“You want to escape, don’t you? I distracted the guards for a bit. Go. Just…don’t forget me.” Souta shoves her forward. He opens the door for her.

“Souta.” Rize steps over the threshold.

“Go. I’m gonna lock you out now.” With tears in his eyes, Souta shuts the door in her face.

“Knock-knock, who’s there? Happy Souta. Happy Souta who? Happy Souta who just saved his love,” he calls out, but Rize is already gone.

Could you do a mutsuki and Urie first time please? Love your writing!

Thank you, Nonny-Mouse! And thank you for the ask. I adore Mutsurie.

“Tooru,” Urie whispers.

“Hmm?” Mutsuki sits on Urie’s lap. He feels something bulge under him.

Urie winces. “I want make love to you.”

Mutsuki’s eyes are gentle. They tried last month, but Mutsuki panicked and froze up, and Urie felt terrible, and they’ve taken things slowly since.

“I do, too, Kuki.” Mutsuki runs his fingers through Urie’s hair.

“If you get uncomfortable again – or want to stop for any reason – we can,” Urie assures.

Mutsuki nods. He giggles as Urie sweeps him off his feet and carries him bridal-style into his bedroom.

Urie lays him down on the bed. “You can undress me if you want.”

“Okay.” Mutsuki fumbles with the buttons to Urie’s shirt. He runs a hand down Urie’s sculpted chest.

He guides Urie to his own shirt buttons. For a moment, his anxiety resurfaces, but he sees the adoration on Urie’s face and relaxes. Urie proceeds to kiss every scar. Mutsuki has tears in his eyes, because he feels loved.

Urie removes his pants, and Mutsuki finds the shyness on his face precious. They lie naked for a while, feeling each other, making sure they are comfortable.

Mutsuki rides on top, his body moving in rhythm with Urie’s. He loves the moans and gasps from his lover, the shaking of Urie’s limbs and the sweat that beads his brow.

Mutsuki collapses besides Urie, his own body sparkling from a rush he hasn’t felt before.

“I love you,” Urie whispers.

Mutsuki kisses Urie’s moles. “I love you, too.”

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”

Yomouta needs more love. Yomouta nsfw and sfw hcs?

I agree. Yomo and Uta’s relationship needs all the love.

SFW

– It’s not uncommon for Yomo to come home and find that Uta has redecorated his entire apartment. The worst was when Uta made it a haunted house while Yomo was sleeping. He woke up to a living nightmare.

– Yomo likes tracing the outlines of Uta’s tattoo while Uta sleeps.

– Every year, on the anniversary of Hikari’s death, Uta takes Yomo out for a long stroll through all of her favorite places. There’s a lot of cuddling and Yomo refusing to cry, so Uta makes a scene bawling for him.

– Uta was actually pretty devastated he he no longer led the 4th ward. He went through a life crisis and stopped eating. Yomo stole all of Anteiku’s eyeballs and had to force-feed him.

– Koma once asked Uta when the ring was coming, and the expression on Yomo’s face scared the great Devil Ape from ever asking again.

NSFW

– Uta is rather kinky. Yomo is not. They usually require long conversations to decide on what they want to try/not try.

– Itori once walked into Uta’s apartment, excited about the latest gossip, to find the two of them naked in Uta’s bed. She screamed with joy and hugged them, even though they were still naked. This is how she found out about their relationship.

– They shared their first kiss the night Yomo was nearly killed by Arima. Uta visited him and confessed he would have been quite sad to lose his friend. Yomo stared back at him, and Uta smashed his lips against his. Yomo, of course, returned the kiss.

– Uta is a fan of squeezing Yomo’s rear end, or lightly brushing agains this thighs, during the day/when they’re busy. Yomo rather likes it, though he’s also too shy to do the same.

– He once did. Uta screamed and told everyone present.

Arima is revived and Kaneki gets to talk to him?

Kaneki screams as someone carves him out of his dragon form. “No, wait!”

“Look around you!” A scythe strikes him. He sprawls onto the dingy alley floor. Where is he?

“You nearly demolished all of Tokyo,” growls Arima.

Kaneki stares up at him. “Am I dead?”

“No.” Arima kneels before Kaneki. “The dead are coming back, Kaneki. You can thank Dr. Kanou.”

He does not sound grateful, but Kaneki doesn’t ask.

“You’re supposed to ask me something.” Arima narrows his eyes.

“How can I? You’re alive, sort of, and people are dying, and Furuta’s won, he’s won, and Touka’s gonna lose our baby,” Kaneki sobs.

Arima turns ashen. “Baby?”

“My wife is pregnant.” Kaneki wipes his eyes.

Deep breaths, Kishou. Pretend you’re Eto. Arima swallows. “So…what happened?”

“I can’t do it!” he cries. “This role. I don’t care enough – I don’t have the energy to support both humans and ghouls. It’s too much, Arima. I can’t even decide.”

“Yes, and that’s why you’re in this position,” Arima says coldly.

“I can’t even lie about killing you effectively.” Kaneki slaps his mentor’s hand away, and Arima feels hurt.

Arima pauses. “Do you want to lie about it?”

“I will.”

“No, I asked, do you want to?”

Kaneki pauses. He shakes his head and begins to cry.

Arima’s never been deft with emotions, but even he can tell Kaneki’s in a bad spot. “Kaneki, please. Stand on your own. Be your own person. If that means casting away the kingship for the better of ghouls, do it. If that means breaking your promise to me…do it. But you can’t keep on as is. You’ll get everyone killed. Your refusal to choose has always been your weakness, and that will kill you.”

“Help me,” Kaneki pleads.

“I will. But I won’t choose for you.”

Arima waves Eto out of the shadows.

She titters. “I can’t believe we forgot to teach our son about condoms.”

“This is kind of serious right now,” Arima snaps.

“Kaneki, put on your big boy pants. Time to make decisions.” Eto grins.

Love your stuff! Can I get Urie accidentally confessing that he’d love to start a family with Mutsuki one day? Kuki x Tooru babies with tanned skin… aww…

“The Oggai have been such a handful,” Mutsuki murmurs as he snuggles besides Urie. “They are not adjusting to civilian life as well as I hoped.”

Guilt settles over him. He might not have indoctrinated them, but he let them run wild, and now their peers call them killers and treat them like shit, and it’s not fair.

“They’ll get there. We’ll have to demonstrate it for them, I suppose.” Urie draws Mutsuki closer to him.

“I was such a bad father to them.” He gulps.

“You were the best you knew.”

“It wasn’t enough.” Mutsuki sighs and rests his chin on Urie’s chest.

“We can make up for it.” Urie runs his fingers down Mutsuki’s back. “I’d still love to father children with you.”

Mutsuki chokes. “Kuki?”

“Uh, uh, uh – I mean – Tooru – you’re – I think together, we’d be good dads. And we’d have beautiful children.” Urie flushes. He’s always wanted his own children. He’s always wanted to never abandon them, to stay up late rocking them asleep and wake up early to play. And now he wants Tooru’s tanned-skinned babies.

“You’d want that…with me?” Mutsuki looks terrified. But also entranced.

“Yes, if you’d like to. I understand the…issues with it.”

Mutsuki pulls Urie atop him. “I think that would be beautiful.”