HELLOOOO QUEEN may I request a scenario in which Miza is giving birth to her and naki’s twins, who are a boy and a girl (which still confuses Naki as to why there are two and why they look different and why they look wrinkly) and everyone’s reactions, please?

HELLLLLLOOOOOO NONNY-MOUSE! Your scenario is hilarious. ❤

“Naki, I want to kill someone,” Miza whispers through clenched teeth. She’d like to add you specifically, but Naki would be scared, and she loved him too much to confuse him.

“I can fetch you your blades,” Naki suggests. He’s been crying worse than her.

“No need.” Banjou nods. “You’re ready to push.”

“Why did you look at her?” Naki yells.

“Because I’m her nurse!”

“Naki, it’s fine.” Miza squeezes her eyes shut. Please, dear God, end this soon.

After half an hour, Miza finally hears a high-pitched cry that isn’t Naki’s.

“This is your boy.” Banjou weeps as he wraps the baby in a towel and offers it to Naki.

“My – our – b-b-b-boy?” Naki hyperventilates. “Miza, his has your hair!”

Miza smiles with tears in her eyes.

“Get ready to push again.”

“Wait, why?” Naki frowns.

“Because twins, silly.” Miza scrunches up her face and bears down again.

“Here she is!” The girl’s scream pierces Miza’s ears.

“Why are they wrinkly? Why do they look old? Did we do something wrong?” Naki hovers over Banjou as he hands the bundle to Miza. “Hey, the boy and girl look different.”

“One’s a boy. One’s a girl,” Miza says with a tired laugh. “And the wrinkles fade. They’ve just been pushed out of my body.”

“Which is tiny,” Naki admits innocently. “That makes them even more precious.” He looks into their eyes and knows he loves them with his heart and soul. He can’t imagine life before them, even just ten minutes ago.

Banjou clears his throat. “Prepare to push again.”

“A third?” Naki exclaims.

“No, just part of my internal organs,” Miza says cheerfully. “It’s called a placenta.”

Chikamaru first time ;)? Maybe with Yoshitoki being all confident about going to be a top but whoopsie he actually likes to bottom with Maru (who is so freaking smut about it.) Bonus point, the next day Furuta won’t let him live it down (we don’t know how he knows. He is furuta, he simply does.)

Oh my god I love you for more Yoshitoki asks. And yes, the machinations of Furuta are an enigma. 😉

Marude gasps slightly as Yoshitoki presses him against his bed.

“Maru,” he murmurs.

He loves when Chika calls him that silly nickname. Is this love? Probably. Ugh, he’s going sentimental in his old age.

“Chika.” Marude stares up at his best friend.

“We should have done this a lot sooner,” says Yoshitoki, disquiet in his eyes.

“Now’s as good a time as ever.” Marude winks and allows Yoshitoki to remove his shirt.

Yoshitoki trembles as Marude returns the favor. He feels like Chika again with Maru. He feels free and vulnerable and happy.

“Maru,” he whispers. “Would you – would you want to try being on top?”

Marude looks surprised for a moment before his eyes gleam. “I’d love that.”

When their bodies combine and Marude whispers love in his ear, Yoshitoki can only think of Maru, of the man he’s loved for years. His father, his wicked family, and his secret are far from his mind.

Marude suckles the skin on Yoshitoki’s neck, and Yoshitoki sighs with contentment.

“Thank you,” Marude says when they’re finished. “Though I can’t believe I just got to ride the Bureau Director.”

Yoshitoki turns red, and Marude finds it adorable. “We all know my ferocity is an act.”

“I know.” Marude’s eyes turn tender. “That’s why I love you.”

The next day, Yoshitoki finds his steps lighter. He even whistles to himself as he walks along the hallways, until he realizes someone is following him and whistling in tune.

“Furuta.” His little brother looks just like him as a kid. Yoshitoki often feels guilty for not being able to reach Furuta more.

“I see you finally enjoyed Marude’s ministrations, eh?” Furuta walks past laughing. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father.”

“Souta Nimura Washuu Furuta, get back here!”

Marude/Yoshitoki hurt comfort? Make it fluffy please ;-; maybe throw in Matsuri feeling more at ease cause woah his dad likes boys, too

Maruchika? Did someone ask for Maruchika? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“That’s because you’re a failure. You’d be better off as ghoul fodder.” Tsuneyoshi waves his hands in dismissal.

“Understood, sir.” Yoshitoki keeps his face blank as he leaves his father’s office.

Marude’s eyes probe his friend.

Once far from Tsuneyoshi, Yoshitoki slams his fist into the wall. It’s the most emotion Marude has ever seen from him.

“Let’s talk.”

“Let’s not.”

“Sir, you may be my boss, but you’re also my friend.” Marude leads Yoshitoki into his own office. He shoves a cup of coffee into Yoshitoki’s hands. “I suppose I see now why you’ve been so forgiving of my mistakes. Because your father never forgives yours.”

Yoshitoki sighs. “Truth to be told, he’s angry that I won’t put pressure on Matsuri to have a child.”

“That’s Matsuri and Iyo’s business.” Marude is perturbed. He’s never liked Tsuneyoshi – never liked how the old demon forced Chika to marry and then forced a divorce as soon as they had Matsuri – never liked his strange sway over CCG.

“I agree.”

“Chika, you’re a good father. That’s not nothing, especially…” Marude swallows and sits beside his friend. “Well, it doesn’t seem your father treats you well.”

Yoshitoki smiles at the use of his old name, the name he misses. “Thanks, Maru.” He chuckles. “You never married, and you seem to be doing fine.”

If only the Washuus could be similar.

“You know, when we were new officers, I dreamt of marrying you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Marude shrugs.

Yoshitoki’s mouth opens. “You…”

Marude smiles, inches from Yoshitoki’s face. “What I’m saying is, your son’s not a deviant. It’s normal for some of us.”

“He’s not the only one it’s normal for,” Yoshitoki whispers. He leans over to brushe his lips against Marude.

Marude draws him closer. “Chika – I never thought -”

“Why didn’t you ever ask?” Yoshitoki’s eyes widen. All these wasted years. For a moment, he doesn’t feel tired or pressured or failed. He feels free. He feels what his life was meant to be.

Yoshitoki leans his head on Marude’s chest and lets himself cry.

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Matsuri had been waiting outside Marude’s office. From the look on Dad’s face, Grandfather was angry about his inaction with Iyo again.

But he wasn’t expecting to – hear – this.

And so Matsuri hurries away, but as he does, a smile grows on his face.

He’s not alone. He’s not a freak.

He can confess to Dad if he needs.

Maybe he and Dad can understand each other, after all.

Loving your first time posts!~ Could we perhaps see a first-time drunk Juuzou scenario next? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Would he be a light(gets drunk off the smallest shot)/medium/heavy weight(alcohol hardly phases him)? What would be the aftermath////

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“You’re the beshtesht shquad leader ever.” Hanbee clutches Suzuya’s shoulders. The room spins around him.

Suzuya sips his Long Island. It’s sweet and tangy and he likes it.

“To Shushuya!” Keijin leaps on the bar counter.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your feet off the table,” says the bar owner, brushing back her peach hair.

“Okay.” Keijin falls backwards. “Trust fall!”

Suzuya barely manages to catch his second-in-command. Huh. He feels tingly all over. That seems weird.

Miyuki giggles. “I can shee into the fifth dimentshion. I can shee the future!”

“I can see your underwear.” Mizurou waves a hand in Miyuki’s face.

“No you can’t. You’re sheeing my shoul.” Miyuki laughs.

Suzuya waves down the bartender. “Excuse me; why is the room spinning?”

The bartender points to his Long Island. “How many of those have you had?”

“Three,” he says cheerfully.

The woman turns white.

“Bye!” Suzuya slaps money down on the table and stands. He trips immediately over Hanbee, who is rolling around on the floor.

When the Quinx Squad is dispatched to a bar called Helter Skelter, they do not expect to find Suzuya rolling around on the floor with Hanbee.

“That’s it; I quit.” Urie tries to back out, but Shirazu holds him fast.

As each Quinx drags a member of Suzuya squad out of the bar, they marvel at the unexpected turn of events.

The bar owner, too, did not expect to see Haise Sasaki’s face.

Mutsuki teaches urie how to use knifes and is a huge tease while at it 😏

“Okay, this is how Suzuya taught me.” Mutsuki sidles up to Urie. “Hold it like this. Stand with your legs slightly farther apart – yeah, that’s right.”

Urie feels electricity where Mutsuki touches his hands.

“Just be confident,” Mutsuki assures him, somewhat confused at the sudden nervousness on Urie’s face.

“I’m always confident,” he snaps.

“Are you?” Mutsuki grins and positions Urie’s legs a bit more.

Now is not the time to go knobbly-kneed, Urie. Urie nods. “I’m ready.”

“Throw,” Mutsuki commands.

The assuredness in Mutsuki’s voice distracts Urie. How can he focus when Mutsuki’s changed so much? When Mutsuki is right next to him?

“Urie!” Mutsuki cries out as the knife shatters a window. “That’s Takeomi’s window.”

“Is it? I had no idea.” Urie whistles.

Mutsuki narrows his eyes. “You didn’t even do that on purpose. You went ninety degrees off the mark.”

“Yes, I did.”

“You’re too distracted.” Mutsuki pats Urie’s shoulder. Urie sucks in his breath.

Oh. Mutsuki narrows his eyes. “Would it help if I stand closer?”

“I mean, define help,” Urie says as his heart hammers.

Mutsuki wraps his arms around Urie. “Like this?”

“N – now I can’t throw,” Urie whimpers.

“If you can throw around me, you can throw around anyone.” Mutsuki runs his hands up Urie’s chest. “Mmm. Yes. You smell good. Now, pretend your next promotion depends on it.”

Okay from that thing with Matsuri and Iyo it just gives me the impression that she’s gay as well (or at least bi preferring girls) so can we maybe have a continuation of that scenario where she just casually mentions it?

Iyo asks? Absolutely, Nonny-Mouse.

“By the way,” Iyo admits the next morning, “I should probably tell you, Matsuri my dear, you’re not the only one who likes the same gender.”

“What?” Matsuri gapes at her.

“I had the largest crush on Rize when we were kids. Souta and I would always squabble over her.” Iyo grins.

Matsuri’s brain does not compute. “Heh?”

“I like men, too.” Iyo shrugs. “But Rize will always be my ideal partner.”

“I wish we knew where she was.” Maybe if they find her, she’ll love Iyo. And then Iyo and Rize can secretly marry as Matsuri secretly marries Urie, and all will be well.

He tells his idea to Iyo, and she shakes her head. “You do realize the whole ‘secret’ is a problem itself, right?”

“Yes,” Matsuri mumbles. “But I – I want my Dad to love me.”

“Your father does love you. Tsuneyoshi doesn’t even love your dad, so don’t take it personally.” Iyo hugs Matsuri. “Anyway, I just thought I should tell you. You’re not alone.”

He hugs her back. Maybe, just maybe, they can be friends and allies. Partners in a non-marital sense.

“Now, have fun at work.” Iyo waves. “I’ll have fun reading your novels.”

When Matsuri returns, he swings by the largest bookstore around and picks up the bestselling erotic lesbian novels he can find for Iyo.

I’m getting sad bc of the angst so can I get some nakimiza new parents hcs?

– Naki is a helicopter parent. Every time their baby falls asleep, he becomes concerned they’ve died.

– Miza told him she thought Yamori would be proud of him, though she’s secretly glad Yamori isn’t around to play with the child. Naki cried with more joy.

– Naki likes dancing with Miza and the baby. Usually it’s to romantic music. One time it was to Yamori’s favorite song, which was of the “screamo” genre. Neither Miza nor the kid appreciated it.

– Naki is super into every aspect of parenting. He knows Miza is physically tired and recovering from labor, so he’ll be the first to rise when the baby cries. He doesn’t even mind changing diapers.

– When Miza saw that the baby had her Naki’s blond tufts, she cried.

– Miza made their baby a mini white suit. When Naki came home and saw his child dressed like him, he bawled again.

– The first time they had Kaneki and Touka and their baby over to meet the latest Kusakari, Naki tried to arrange a marriage between their kids.

Okay but nishikimi nsfw please

MY OTP FLAGSHIP YASSSSS – First time for them, loosely based on the novel Past.

I feel at ease with him.

Kimi lets Nishiki’s tongue explore her mouth. She touches his cheek the way he touched hers, and leans back on the couch.

Nishiki pants atop her. “Do you want to…take this into the bedroom?”

Kimi nods. For once, she isn’t thinking about her family. She isn’t thinking about her insufferable pain. She’s only thinking about Nishiki.

“Have you ever done this before?” Nishiki purrs in her ear.

“No,” she admits. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” He sounds scandalized.

“You have, right?”

“Yes?” Nishiki feels different with Kimi, though. He feels freer. She doesn’t ask about his past, because she’s so focused on enjoying him now. “We should probably take it slow.”

Kimi nods. “Do you want to undress me?”

Nishiki snorts. “Is that even a question?”

She laughs as he pulls off her clothing, one by one, and kisses whatever skin he finds underneath. Even her feet, when he removes her socks.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, sliding his fingers between her legs.

Kimi whimpers as she helps him out of his own clothing. She feels safe and happy with him as they begin, whispering sweet compliments to each other.

When it’s over, she finds herself warm and sweaty, but Nishiki still wraps her in a blanket.

“Just in case you get cold,” he says, and Kimi thinks he’s the sweetest boy she’s ever met.

Need suzuhan nsfw!! (I guess that I’m late, but I don’t care) ≧﹏≦

Suzuhan is never late. First time: Suzuhan, here we go.

“Abara.” Suzuya leans over his boyfriend. “Do you want to make love to me?”

Hanbee drops his mug of coffee. “What?”

“We’re been together for a while and I really like kissing you and I want to do more.” Suzuya clasps Hanbee’s hands in his.

“I do, but – Juuzou, are you sure?” Hanbee is sweating already.

“Yes!” he sings, leading Hanbee into his bedroom.

Hanbee giggles at the stuffed animals covering Suzuya’s bed. “All these witnesses?”

Suzuya grins. “We can put them on the floor.”

“I think we’d have to. How do you even sleep in this bed?”

Suzuya shrugs. “I just…do?” He leaps onto the bed and stands. “Now I’m taller!”

Hanbee laughs as Suzuya peels off his shirt.

“Wait,” Suzuya says when they’re nearly naked. “I just…Abara…you know what happened to me, right?”

He looks so sad. This is what Hanbee feared. He strokes Juuzou’s face. “I know. It doesn’t matter to me. I think you’re beautiful the way you are.”

Suzuya tackles him. “I love you!”

“I love you, too.” Hanbee removes his own pants and feels a rush of shyness. But Suzuya just smiles at him. They’re both red-faced and laughing as they attach each other’s condoms.

Suzuya wonders what he was so worried about as their bodies grind together. He feels happy and free and loved. Hanbee doesn’t think he’s disgusting. Hanbee loves him.

Hanbee cries out, and Suzuya showers his face in kisses. “That was fun.”

“Everything is fun with you.” Hanbee gazes up at him in wonder.

Please please please after this chapter I desperately need Furutui fluff, I’m suffering so much. Be it an AU or just Ui accepting Furuta’s apologises, I’m in your care, I just need something Tooth rotting sweet

❤ ❤ ❤ Nonny-Mouse.

“My purpose is done.” Furuta walks away.

“Wait!” Ui chases after him, Hirako and Yusa on his heels. “You can’t just – you can’t walk away!”

“Aren’t I?” Furuta takes another step back.

Ui’s surprised at the deadness in Furuta’s eyes. “Why? I just…I want to know why.”

Furuta laughs harshly. “I can’t.”

“You can and you must.” Ui pales. “Why did you entrust me with your plan?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t break.”

“I’m breaking now.”

“We’re all broken. Look around you.” Furuta shrugs.

Ui stomps his foot. “Why don’t you care about anything or anyone?!”

Furuta swallows. “Caring is a pain in the ass.”

Ui glowers at him.

“If you want to kill me, you can. I really don’t care.” Furuta holds out his hands. “Do your worst.”

“Ui,” Hirako warns.

Ui knows Furuta’s just tempting him further. That’s all he’s ever been to Furuta, isn’t it? Just someone to stumble.

He steps closer, shooting Hirako a knowing look. Hirako, with a satisfied nod, lets Ui approach Furuta.

“I should want to. Kill you, that is.” Ui pauses. “I really don’t, though.”

“Then you’re a fool.” Furuta closes his eyes. End it.

“Maybe you’re the fool for thinking you should die.”

There’s silence, and when Furuta opens his eyes, he sees Ui holding out his hand to Furuta. “Come on. We can still make this right.”

“Nothing’s right.” Furuta goggles at Ui.

“No, but we can clean up what little we can,” says Hirako.

“You know,” says Yusa through tears, “if you had just asked the One-Eyed King about the world he wanted, everything could have been different.”

“Kaneki was easy to figure out.”

“Not Kaneki. Arima,” said Hirako.

Ui’s mouth drops in synchrony with Furuta’s.

He grabs Furuta’s hand. “I’m taking you with us. I won’t let you self-destruct any more. I won’t do to you what you did to me. And I can’t forgive you, but I can’t let you die, you know?”

“I really don’t.” Furuta trembles.

“You’re one of the Garden kids too.” Hirako sighs. “Arima would have wanted you protected, too.”

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” Ui says icily. “But come with us, and you all can explain to me. Because if Arima would have wanted you alive, I do, too.” He lowers his voice. “And even if he didn’t, I still would.”

Furuta is terrified of the compassion in Ui’s voice. But he allows Ui and Hirako to lead him forward. And his grip tightens on Ui’s.