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!

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“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.”

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.”

Classroom shenanigans with Black Reaper Kaneki as the teacher. Possible students being Touka, Takizawa, Kurona, Amon, Akira, Juuzou, and Quinx kids! (Bonus points for involving Principle Eto!)

“Juuzou, you can’t eat candy in class.” Reaperneki raps on Suuzya’s desk.

Suzuya stares up at him with horror. The lollipop remains in his mouth. “But why?”

“Because it’s disruptive.”

“Not if you do it the right way.” Saiko pops a chocolate square into her mouth. “Just be quick about it, Suzuya.”

“Yonebayashi, do you want to go to the principle’s office?”

She thinks for a moment. “Principle Eto does have a nice couch.”

“Can I go to the principle’s office?” Urie raises his hand. “I’m tired of all your faces.”

Mutsuki frowns.

“Not yours,” Urie assures him.

“Awwwwww,” Shirazu teases.

“All of you: SILENCE!” Reaperneki shouts. “Now, Amon, tell me your initial thoughts on Egg of the Black Goat.”

Amon looks up, guilt plastered over his face like the donut crumbs on his lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” growls Reaperneki.

“I got him the donut; it’s my fault.” Akira rolls her eyes. “You know, it’s not the food that makes us inefficient; it’s you.”

Reaperneki seethes. “Aura?”

“I was too busy visiting my sick aunt to do the reading,” he replies sweetly.

Higemaru raises his hand. “I loved it!”

“I found the wording fascinating,” Hsaio adds.

“I couldn’t be bothered to read it.” Ayato yawns.

“Feet off your desk, Kirishima.”

“Which one?” Ayato grins as Hinami gently pushes his feet back to the floor.

“Teacher, you’re kinda weak at teaching literature,” Touka comments.

“You’re weak at literature,” Reaperneki counters.

“You’re weak, period,” she shoots back.

Takizawa passes a note to Kurona.

“Really? At this point, you could just talk,” says Reaperneki.

“Can I talk about how attractive you are, Teach?” whimpers Tsukiyama.

“THAT’S IT! ALL OF YOU! I AM ESCORTING ALL OF YOUR SORRY ASSES TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE!” Reaperneki roars.

When they arrive, Eto blinks. “You got the entire class here? I’m so impressed.”

Reaperneki growls.

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.

Ya know what would be adorable and funny and brilliant at the same time? A scenario of Naki and Miza’s first time ;)

“This is – I just want to go on forever,” Naki breathes. Miza sits atop him, her lips deep in his.

“We can do something even more intense,” she jokes.

“Like what?” Naki looks excited.

“Naki, do you know what sex is?”

He nods eagerly. Tears fill his eyes. “You mean – you want to? Really? With me?”

“Yeah.” Miza whips off her shirt.

Naki gasps. He finds himself fearful of touching her.

“Here.” Miza unfastens her bra and guides his hands to her breasts. “Like that.”

“They’re so soft,” Naki whispers. He’s already crying.

“Soft like your heart.” Miza winks before sliding her hand between his legs. “Is this okay?”

Naki nods. He squeaks a bit with emotion.

When they’re both naked, and Naki lies on top, he asks, “Are you sure this won’t hurt you?”

“Naki, I’m positive.” Miza opens her hips and lets him in.

“Ah – ah.” Naki grunts. “Miza, you’re so warm.”

“You make me warm.” Miza guides him up and down.

Naki shrieks when he comes, and then he’s very nervous, demanding to know how he can best serve her, demanding to know if she thought he was okay.

Miza laughs and guides his hand between her thighs. “You really are the sweetest man I know.”

“Only for you.” Naki smiles shyly.