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.”

Can we maybe have Ayato and Hinami’s first time? I keep picturing it as, like, being adorable and cute and intimate and Ayato being the gentlest he’s ever been. Idk. I need some slight nsfw cuteness

I think we all need this.

Ayato pants. Self-control, that’s it. He holds Hina close.

Hinami’s breath tickles his ear. “Do you want to do more?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while,” Ayato admits.

Hinami giggles. “Let’s go into my bedroom.”

“I want to make love to you.” Hinami smiles brightly. “I bought us some things. A condom and lube.”

Ayato’s hands shake. “How do I put this on?”

“Well,” Hinami says, “I guess we’ll learn.”

He’s scared to expose himself, but Hinami looks enraptured, though she blushes.

When he sees her chest and bare bottom, Ayato’s heart races so fast he thinks he’ll pass out.

“Let’s go slow.” Hinami draws him down on top of her.

“Mmm. You’re beautiful, you know.” Ayato tickles her, and Hinami laughs. He loves the sound of her heart against his, the feel of their bare skins rubbing together.

“Ready?” he whispers.

She nods, but she winces soon.

“Sorry!” Ayato backs off, and they spend a few more minutes exploring each other. Ayato briefly worries he’ll spend himself before they actually have sex.

But then she’s allowing him in, and they’re united, and Ayato finds himself moving hesitantly and crying because he loves her so much.

“Hinami, you’re amazing,” he whispers.

“So are you.” She smiles.

When they collapse into each other’s arms, Ayato asks, “Is that what you thought it would be?”

“Better. Because it really happened, Ayato.” Hinami kisses his nose.

They open Hinami’s door to see Kaneki standing there.

He screams.

Haise/Kaneki and Mutsuki coupling with Mutsuki being looked at by Sasaki (in manga canon when he made Mutsuki meat for dinner) ,instead of with curiousity, but with attraction in the same way Sasaki/Kaneki looked at Rize and Touka.

Mildly nsfw.

“Tooru,” Kaneki moans as he strokes Mutsuki’s bare chest.

“Kaneki,” Mutsuki murmurs as he lets Kaneki pull him atop him.

Kaneki smiles up at him. “I love it when you call me my real name.”

Mutsuki’s sure his heart has stopped. That look…the kind, amorous look he’s craved from Kaneki.

“Why are you crying?” Kaneki asks.

“Because you’re beautiful.” Mutsuki tries to wipe his cheek, but Kaneki wipes first.

“So are you, Tooru.”

Mutsuki doesn’t feel afraid of being intimate with Kaneki. He feels free. Like himself.

And Kaneki still sees his body, and calls him he, and loves him.

And calls him beautiful.

Mutsuki bends over to kiss Kaneki again.

nsfw rize

“Why don’t you put away work for this evening?” Rize crawls up behind you to purr in your ear.

“Hmm?” You ask.

But she’s already laughing and hoisting you up with her kagune. “I want a snack.”

Her rinkaku drops you on the bed you share. “Y/N, do you mind if I eat you?”

You have to laugh. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

“We can share.” Rize smirks and straddles you. You run your hands up her round breasts, and she digs her hands under your shirt.

“Kiss me,” you whine.

She does, and then begins to gnaw at your lips, just enough to draw blood she eagerly sucks.

You pull her down against you and push up her skirt. “R-Rize…”

“Yes, Y/N?” Rize’s already pushed down your pants. “You’re my favorite meal, you know. I can’t wait to gobble you up.”

“Only if I don’t get you first.” You finish undressing her, though unlocking her bra is still difficult. The two of you sit, naked together on your bed. You stroke each other and murmur encouragements and throughout it all, you’re awestruck by this ghoul who considers you the love of her life.

(Meant to do Anon) Some fluffy Takirona being cute and awkward telling each other their kinks♡ (I definitely seeing Seidou being into femdom)

NSFW. Ooh la la.

“What do you want?” Yasuhisa Kurona strokes Takizawa Seidou’s hair.

He grins. “Heh heh.”

“I’m serious. We need to be able to have these conversations.” Kurona blushes.

“I … uh … I want you to dominate me.” Takizawa wrings his hands. “I trust you and I like you and I want to see what you can do.”

“Aw,” Kurona purrs. “I’d love to.” Her kagune emerges and strokes between his thighs. “Like this?”

Takizawa gasps. “Like that.”

“And what else?” Kurona uses another tentacle to reach into her purse. She holds the handcuffs aloft. “I’d like to you use these.”

“Make me.” Takizawa has to laugh. “I’m the ghoul. You’ve arrested me.”

“You’ve arrested my heart.” Kurona nibbles on his lips, just hard enough to draw blood. “You taste good.”

“So do you.” Takizawa smirks. She doesn’t think he’s a sadistic bastard? She doesn’t think he’s weird? He loves this woman.

“At some point,” Kurona says with bravado she doesn’t feel, “I expect to see that kakuja emerge.”

“You don’t think it’s ugly?” His eyes widen.

“I love it.” She pushes him down onto their bed. Her kagune pins him down. “How’s this?”

“Perfect, you crazy ghoul.” Seidou leaves love bites along the delicate skin of her neck. She bites back, harder, and he gives himself up.

That FurutUi was so precious and positive it made me feel happy about myself, thank you :) can you write a sequel with Ui showing Fruit’s tummy (and Fruit himself) some love and Nimura being just emotional ™?

I love emotional Furuta. This may be slightly NSFW.

Insecurities flood Furuta as he lies naked besides Ui. The covers are pulled over him, as he insisted.

Ui cracks his eyes open and smiles. HIs hand slides across the bed to rub Furuta’s tummy.

“Your body is beautiful, and that includes your tummy.” Ui scoots closer. “May I remove the blankets?”

Furuta blushes, but nods.

Ui throws off the sheets and beams at Furuta. “Look how strong and beautiful you are. You have such shiny skin. A rich belly I love.” He kisses Furuta’s belly. “Strong legs, beautiful feet. What’s not to love?”

:Oh, I almost forgot. You’re the funniest person I know.” Ui lays his head on Furuta’s stomach to stare into his eyes. “I love you, Fruit-chan.”

Furuta tears up. Someone complimenting all his insecurities is what he never imagined even in his wildest dreams. “I can’t believe it.”

“Why? Because you’ve never had love before?” Ui sits up. “Well, I do love you, just as you are.”

“And I love you.” Furuta drags Ui atop him. “I really, really do.”

“Then know you’re safe with me.”

Furuta smiles. It’ll take time.

“We’ll work for it,” Ui says. “Together.”

“We will,” Furuta whispers, embracing his lover.

Ui and Hairu take a shower together ;)

Happy National Uihai Day to you, too. 😉

“Help me, Ui-Wan Kenobi,” says Hairu. She leans her head over his. He’s perched on one of her kitchen stools, looking over their latest case notes.

“Hmm?”

“You’re my only hope.” Hairu tugs him up.

“I think you’re mine.” Ui’s arms encircle her.

“Goody.” Hairu skips away, and, puzzled, Ui follows her into their bathroom.

To his surprise, the room is saturated with steam from the running shower.

“What is this?”

“We need to relax, the both of us.” Hairu pulls off her shirt, and Ui’s pulse races. “Let work go tonight.”

She turns around to unbutton his collar, and Ui has to smile. “Always, for you.”

They step into the shower together. Hairu giggles as water runs down her face. “Ah, so relaxing.”

“You’re more relaxing,” Ui teases.

“Oh?” Hairu smiles coyly.

He runs his hands down her curves. “Yes.”

Ui gasps as Hairu nibbles his chest. “Okay, maybe relaxing isn’t the word.”

“You’re too sexy,” she says, kissing him. “It’s unfair.”

“You’re the sexy one.” Ui knows it’s a lame comeback, but she never seems to mind his lack of creativity. .

She hoists herself onto his hips and wraps her legs around him.

Ui struggles not to fall. And then he’s slipping on soap scum, and they both collapse under a steaming waterfall.

Hairu rolls on top of him. “Now I’ve got you.”

Her hair drips down into his. Ui smiles up at her. stroking her cheeks. Whenever he’s with Hairu, he already feels clean.

Uta asks Yomo “are you a virgin?”

soutasnotebook:

This is the best.

“Ha.” Uta tosses an eyeball into the air and catches it in his mouth. “So juicy.”

Yomo frowns, but says nothing.

“Ever so stoic.” Uta tilts his head. They’ve been trying out friendship for the last few months, and he’s already bored. "Sometimes I think you don’t even need a mask.”

Yomo rolls his eyes. “You couldn’t bear it if I died.”

“That’s true,” Uta admits, sitting on his desk. “Is that all we are, though? Acquaintances who hope the other don’t die?”

“It’s called friendship, Uta.” Yomo blushes.

“Your face is red. Hell, you really are emotionally constipated.” Uta snickers. “Are you a virgin?”

Yomo splutters. He steps back to collide with the wall. “Don’t ask people that.”

“I just did.” Uta narrows his eyes. “I can’t tell with you, though, Renji.”

“We all know you aren’t.”

Uta gasps. “Are you calling me a tramp?”

“You broke many men’s hearts last year.”

“But not yours.” Uta bestows his special puppy eyes upon Renji.

“I’m confident you can.” Yomo shrugs.

Uta sidles up to him and runs a hand down his friend’s arm. He can feel Yomo stiffen under that stupid coat. “So you are a virgin.”

“No,” Yomo mutters, his face a brilliant red.

“No?” Uta gasps. “Who is she?”

“He and I was drunk at the time. Sorry I don’t have details.” Yomo tries to brush past Uta, but his friend grabs him by the arm.

“Want practice?” Uta puckers his lips.

“Are you seducing me?”

“You’re not very romantic, are you?” Uta grins. “Oh well. Kiss me, Renji.”

Yomo glances around the shop. No one around. This isn’t a joke.

He kisses Uta.

@hamliet

“Thank you,” Uta murmurs. “You sure you don’t want to kiss me again?”

“Stop teasing,” Yomo says gruffly.

“I want to make love to you. Sober.” Uta crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Yomo looks at the floor. Of course he wants to. But – should they?

“I promise not to wear a mask.”

Yomo breaks into laughter. “Sometimes I still hate you.” And then he kisses Uta again, and Uta is leading him upstairs, to his flat.

Uta slowly undoes Yomo’s coat buttons as Yomo caresses his hair.

Uta can’t resist nibbling Yomo’s chest, and Yomo has to laugh again. “I should have guessed you don’t take this seriously.”

“I take everything too seriously to never sprinkle in some fun.” Uta’s eyes widen. “Wanna pull off my shirt?”

When they’re both fully undressed, they stroke every inch of each other’s bodies.

“You’re so strong,” Uta whispers. Yomo is still red, like a virgin, but he looks happy for once. “I can’t live without you.”

“Stop the fatalism.” Yomo shakes his head.

“Sounds good.” Uta rolls on top of Yomo and asks quietly, “Are you ready?”

Yomo nods.

“I’ll let you do me later.” Uta winks. His bed shakes beneath their rhythm, and he keeps whispering Renji’s name.

“How long have you wanted this?” Uta asked when they lie side-by-side, panting.

“Since I realized you liked me. Last month,” Yomo mutters, still painfully shy. “You?”

“Since I realized I’m not lonely when I’m with you.”

uihai spend the night together (maybe slightly nsfw?) and in the morning furuta shows up to tell ui hairu’s part ghoul. cue angst.

I love this. Credit to @hamliet for dreaming that Hairu would ask Ui if he’s a virgin.

“Koori, you don’t have to go.” Ihei Hairu tugs him closer.

“I don’t?” Sweat beads Ui’s brow.

“No.” She shakes her head.

Ui kisses her gently, but she’s already ravenous. She wraps her legs around him, and he hoists her up.

He shouldn’t.

But he wants her. He wants Hairu.

“Are you a virgin?” Hairu winks at him.

Ui flushes. A lump rises in his throat, and he can only nod.

“Me too,” she whispers, unfazed. “Wanna help each other out with that?”

“You’re precious.” Ui begins kissing her heavily, and she’s helping him lift her shirt, and he’s gaping at her perfect chest. Then she’s tickling him until he returns the favor.

“So strong,” she teases, running her fingers down his chest.

“So are you.” Ui has never felt this whole before.

The next morning, he awakens to see Hairu smiling at him.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“I don’t know. I was lost to time looking at you,” she says over-dramatically, drawing a laugh from Ui.

Their door bangs open.

“Well, well, well.” Nimura Furuta stands there, his face entirely too pleased.

“What are you doing?” Ui shrieks.

Hairu, however, is dead white. “P – please.”

“Nah.” Furuta saunters closer and drags a naked Hairu out of bed.

“Koori!” Hairu cries out, but Furuta’s arm is locked around her neck.

“Get your hands off her!” Ui is sans clothing himself, but Hairu is more important.

“Ah, ah.” Furuta chuckles, pulling her further back. “Wow, you’re small. Anyhow! Don’t worry, I won’t fuck your bitch. We’re practically siblings. That’s, like, incest. Oh! Want to know how we grew up?”

Hairu jerks. Tears pool in her eyes. Anything but that.

Ui frowns. “Siblings?”

He’s so innocent. He’s going to hate her. Hairu shakes her head wildly.

“Tell him, dearie.” Furuta tightens his grip around Hairu. “Tell him what you are. What all of us Washuus are.”

Hairu sobs.

“I said tell him, or I’ll kill him.” Furuta whispers.

Hairu’s mouth opens. She speaks as quickly as she can. “We’re part ghoul.”

Furuta doubles over. “You fucked a ghoul! Ui Koori fucked a ghoul!”

“No!” Hairu screams and, with a well aimed kick, sends Furuta’s head cracking into her wall.

She fixes her eyes on him, lest she see Ui.

Should she have told him? When? Hairu frees another sob.

“H – hairu?” Ui is shaking. “I’ve seen you eat. It can’t be true. What does he have on you?”

“He has … that it’s true.” Hairu turns around. Her eyes are bloodshot. “We’re all part-ghoul, we garden children. I didn’t – I didn’t ask for this.”

Garden kids? Arima, too? Shio and Rikai and Yusa? Ui’s mind spins. The betrayal – the lies –

He leaves her room, and Hairu collapses besides Furuta’s unconscious body. She heaves sob after sob.

Her door opens again, and she can only assume Ui’s called CCG to arrest her, naked and ashamed.

He stands there, still naked himself, with tissues. “We’re going to call CCG on him for harassment, and then we’ll talk over breakfast. Okay?”

UI hasn’t believed ghouls capable of love.

But he recognizes the relief in Hairu’s eyes. And he knows he loves her, too.

“We’ll get through this. I’ll listen.”

Hello, I love you drabbles! I have so many MutsUrie headcanons and I’d love to see them in written form…XD So, what about Mutsuki and Urie before their first time together, Mutsuki being reluctant about his scars because he thinks they’re ugly and Urie reassuring him? <3 Thanks for the trouble! ♥

Anonymous: Mutsurie where urie and mutsuki are about to have their first night together 😉 but when mucchan takes off his clothes urie sees all the scars and mucchan tells urie about her past and urie says he’ll protect mucchan forever 😍

Thank you! Since I basically have two of the same ask, I’m combining these! Also, my heart. *clutches chest*

“Tooru,” moans Urie in between kisses. He opens his mouth to let Mutsuki in further. He wants Mutsuki to have all of him.

He tugs Mutsuki onto his bed, on top of him.

Mutsuki can feel how excited Urie is. Usually he is scared of excited men. But not Urie, who won’t go further than a make-out session.

Mutsuki raises a hand to stroke Urie between his thighs.

Urie gasps. His eyes widen. “Mucchan.”

“Would you want to do more?” Mutsuki asks hesitantly.

Urie nods feverishly, sitting up to embrace his boyfriend. “Mucchy.”

“I have…stuff.” Mutsuki blushes and reaches for his wallet.

Urie laughs. “So prepared.” He grins. “Undress me.”

Mutsuki undoes the buttons on his shirt, and slowly pushes down Urie’s pants. He blushes.

When Urie reaches for him, Mutsuki whimpers slightly. He wants this, but –

“What’s wrong?” Urie stops, his face inches from him.

“This.” Mutsuki opens his shirt to reveal the scars marring his chest.

“Mucchan.” Urie reaches out, tentatively, to touch the mottled skin. “Is this from – the surgery?”

Mutsuki nodded. Tears prick his eyes. “And it was botched anyhow.” His voice cracks. “Every time I see these, I think of Torso and my dad and my family. They’re hideous, like me.”

“No!” Urie buries his head between Mutsuki’s scarred breasts, leaving his after kiss until every inch has been covered. “No. You’re beautiful. Your scars are beautiful. I won’t – I – if you want to stop, we can. I will never hurt you like they did. I will protect you forever.”

Mutsuki is crying. “I know. I trust you.”

Urie kisses his cheek.

“Don’t stop,” Mutsuki mumbles. Urie resumes removing Mutsuki’s pants, stroking him across the anatomy that, until now, has given him nothing but shame. He leaves kisses over every area Mutsuki fears, and Mutsuki does the same.

I’ll protect you forever.

Here, with Mutsuki and Urie connected at the core, with their eyes staring into each other, panting and whispering each other’s names, Mutsuki already feels safe.