Naki stumbles in the door to the apartment he’s going to share with Miza from now on. She’s in his arms, bridal-style, because he insisted. It’s their wedding, after all.
He lays Miza across the bed as his heart pounds. He’s, er, never done this before.
But Miza has. She smiles up at him. “Come here.”
Naki gasps as Miza slowly undresses his white suit, starting with his tie and ending with his boxers.
He pulls out her usual hairstyle, allowing hers to flow freely like a waterfall.
Miza grins cheekily as she guides Naki to unclasp her bra. But, to her surprise, Naki leans forward and bites off the clasp.
“Did you seriously just wreck my bra?”
“I heard it was hard to get off, so I thought ghoul teeth would help,” he says sheepishly.
“Who told you that?”
“Kaneki.” Naki looks proud.
Miza blanches. “That is not who I expected.” Shuu, perhaps, but Kaneki?
He squeals at the sight of her chest, and Miza is once more enraptured by his wonder.
For once, Big Bro doesn’t occupy his thoughts. Now it’s only Miza, as she guides his fingers and body in rhythm.
“This – this feels amazing!” he gasps.
“I know you do,” Miza teases.
“What if we do this forever – ah!” Naki reaches a fever of ecstasy he’s never known existed, and then he feels weak and out of breath.
“Well,” says Miza, enjoying his enjoyment, “now that we’re married, we can.”
“Don’t hold back.” Akira wraps Amon’s strong arms around her.
“Akira, I -” Amon’s heart pounds. He wants this. He wants this, for the first time in his life, but – but he’s a ghoul now. “Don’t you find me disgusting?”
Akira gives him a sharp look. “Hell no. You’re still Amon Koutarou. I love…you. Whatever you are, you’re still you. I love you, no matter what you’ve been through.” She digs her fingernails into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”
Amon nods, gingerly. He lowers Akira onto the bed of their hotel room, taking care to kiss the nape of her neck, her breasts under her shirt.
Akira skillfully removes his shirt, but when it comes to Amon removing her bra, he’s stumped.
“Uh,” he laughs nervously after a few minutes.
Akira grins as she moves his hands to open the clasp. “There you go. Don’t worry, you’ll have practice.”
Amon flushes as he sees her naked chest. She’s tiny, yet anything but delicate. He loves her body. He loves her mind. He loves her.
They slowly remove each other’s pants and lie for a while in their underwear, exploring each other in between sighs and laughter.
“I didn’t break you did I?” Amon asks anxiously when they start.
Akira gives him a smirk. “It didn’t even hurt, silly.”
Afterwards, Akira and Amon holds each other and smile into each other’s eyes, each treasuring the sound of each other crying out their name, each treasuring the second chance they have to love each other.
Both of them know that if they were to die tonight, finally, they could die happy.
Furuta frowns as he opens the door to the small apartment he shares with his s/o. His secret. The one he doesn’t trust even the clowns to know about.
The apartment is dark and silent. Unusual.
“Kichimura. Nimura,” says his s/o’s voice from behind him. “Souta.”
He starts at the secret name. But when he turns to face them, he forces a little laugh through his lips. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”
“You think this is a joke?” They hold out a box and dump its contents on the floor. When they flick on the lights, Furuta’s taunts dry up.
Washuu family records. Photos. Letters.
His s/o knows everything.
He glares at them. “How did you get this?”
They laugh. They laugh in a hopeless, despairing manner – the same way Furuta has always laughed.
He originally sought them out because their laugh was full of life.
He’s too perturbed to move as they fall over onto their bed, laughing into the bedspread.
“I guess we played each other,” they finally say, wiping their eyes. They hold out a badge, then.
Private Investigator.
Furuta glowers at them. They’ve been fooling him this whole time?
“I was hired by the family of a woman named Ami. To track down her disappearance. Who knew I’d track down far more than that. Rape gardens. Ghouls and humans interbreeding. Advanced aging. Corruption at the highest levels.” Their voice is flat.
They know everything. Furuta can’t swing this any other way. They’re too smart; they’ll see through his lies. He ought to have chosen a dumb s/o, but no, he had to choose the intelligent, sassy one.
“What do you want to do?” Furuta forces his voice to come out smooth, as if his only lifeline isn’t decomposing.
“I was caught retrieving this information. In the Washuu mansion. By your father, no less.” They tilt their head.
Furuta sees red. Even if his s/o ruins his life, or tries to, he can’t – he can’t bear the thought of his father so much as looking upon them. If Tsuneyoshi laid a finger on them –
“He’s horrible.” They open their eyes to look at Furuta again. “So, what do I want to do, Souta? I don’t know. I just know…I want you to hold me.”
Furuta is confused.
“Your actions are un-atonable. That doesn’t mean I want to hurt you, or don’t see where you came from.” They blink back tears.
He slides onto he bed beside them, wraps his arms around their waist, buries his mouth in their neck. “Does this mean you love me anyways?”
“I don’t know what to do. Ami’s family deserves closure.” They gasp as Furuta’s hands slide up to pinch their nipple.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“So are you.” They turn their hungry face to him and push him flat against the mattress. Their fingers tear off the buttons to his shirt.
“ I don’t know what love is,” Furuta admits. He’ll take the first plunge.
“But you love me.” His S/O tugs on his pants.
“That’s good,” they whisper as Furuta pushes inside them. “I love you no matter what.”
And in the middle of sex, as their bodies rock in rhythm, Furuta looks up at heir teary eyes and feels, for a moment, normal.
– It happened right before Kurona went off to find Kanou and confront her past, for her sake, for Nashiro’s sake, for Takizawa’s sake.
– she told him to make sure she missed him, and when he asked how like the idiot he is, Kurona kissed him passionately.
– Neither of them had any desire to hold back. Seidou pushed her into a wall, and she straddled his hips, as they kissed and bit each other’s faces.
– Kurona liked pulling his hair, and Seidou liked nibbling her chest.
– When they collapsed onto the floor, panting in each others arms, both of them had to admit they’d never done it before, which drew childlike giggles from both of them.
– Despite their crazed setting, they both felt a moment’s respite. Because for once both of them felt loved and accepted, and like they had someone to hold onto (figuratively and literally).
– Furuta is secretly insecure about his, er, average size.
– So he ‘makes up’ for it by trying to use it well. Which he does.
– He really likes sex in unusual places. Even public places – the fear of discovery excites him more.
– He has a higher libido than average, and can do multiple times per night.
– Despite his kinks, he actually treasures plain, missionary sex in a bedroom too. It feels normal, which we all know is what he wants. 😥
– I firmly believe that, despite all his stated desires to dominate, he would respect someone who held their own in bed, who even dominated him from time to time.
– loves leaving hickeys across his partner’s body, to mark them as his.
– He also loves receiving hickeys, and feels a little sad when they fade fast due to ghoul regeneration.
Look, all I’m saying is, I would thank Matsumae if she ran me through with her kagune.
SFW
– Matsumae expects a proper first date. Dinner. Coffee. A long walk. Perhaps a movie.
– She also enjoys kissing on the first date.
– Matsumae isn’t much of a snuggler, but she’ll brush her hands against yours, or give you a smile with those fierce eyes, and you’ll feel as warm as if she’d cuddled you.
– It will be very important to her that Shuu approve of you. But, fear not, if you make Matsumae happy, he’ll approve.
NSFW
– Your first time is probably on a random night neither of you expected. You’d been talking about sex, but she initiated and asked if you were ready, and you were.
– Matsumae demands pillow talk afterwards.
– She’s probably up for multiple rounds a night, and as skilled at sex as she is at fighting. Fierce, too.
– Hanbee probably needed to be asked out, rather than do the asking.
– He swoons inside every time his S/o does something cute. Like put flowers in their hair. Tickle him. Giggle.
– the first time someone asks if they’ve ‘done it’ Hanbee doesn’t understand the question. He then becomes offended.
– His favorite moments are the long, deep conversations while he and his s/o hold each other and discuss fears and past hurts and hopes and dreams for the future.
NSFW
– Hanbee is a blushing mess the first time
– He’s terrified of hurting his s/o, and very protective
– aftercare is a must. he can’t conceive of sex without cuddling and whispering sweet nothings after.
– is more comfortable pleasuring his s/o than receiving pleasure. they work on this.
– hanbee takes a long time to orgasm due to anxiety. his s/o will be patient and understanding about this.
Mercy and Magic 