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.

Kaneki meets Oneshot!Kaneki and discover they have as much in common as they do in differences.

“What do you mean, you like eating people?” Kaneki stares horrified at his mirror image.

“I eat people only when I have to. But I do have to,” says Oneshot! Kaneki. “So do you.”

Kaneki growls. “I just eat ghouls.”

“That’s noble, but it won’t work for long, you know. Not without becoming a kakuja.” Oneshot! Kaneki licks his lips. “Should I be worried about you eating me?”

“No,” Kaneki says softly. “If I could live without eating, I wouldn’t eat at all.”

“So would all of us, don’t you think?” Oneshot!Kaneki tilts his head. “Heard you and Touka finally married.”

“Touka? You know Touka?” Kaneki brightens.

Oneshot! laughs. “I know a Touka. She’s a great partner. We defeated many investigators together. Though her temper and appetite are hard to control.”

“The temper’s easier now. She doesn’t have much an appetite that I know of.” Kaneki shrugs. “You love her, don’t you?”

Oneshot! grins. “Of course.”

“Guess that’s something we have in common.” Kaneki smiles dreamily at his counterpart, and both lose themselves to thoughts of their respect Toukas.

(Part of the dream verse) Kaneki saves his aunt from ghouls, and his family expresses their feelings towards the woman who treated him like scum for most of his life (include any one you want, though I would love if Mutsuki, Touka and Akira were among them. Enjoy yourself and express your own distaste for his aunt. Be evil if you must 😈)

“Do we have to rescue her?” grumbles Touka. “She doesn’t deserve her nephew or her grand-nephew-or-neice.”

“Touka, I can’t…I can’t be like her. I can’t abandon her. You know?” Kaneki swallows.

Touka sighs. “I know. I’m proud of you. I’m just…horrified you suffered like that.”

“All in place.” Mutsuki radios from where he and the Quinx have positioned themselves on his aunt’s roof.

“Thanks.” Kaneki clears his throat. “Akira, go for it.”

“Yes, your majesty.” Akira draws her quinque, and Amon uses his kakuja to bust down the door. “CCG!”

There’s a scream.

“Quinx, go!” Touka barks into their radio.

Urie and Hsaio use their koukakus to plunge through the roof. Aura flies forward on his ukaku to grab Kaneki’s aunt as the rest of the squad plunge Rc suppressants into the ravenous ghouls.

“No bloodshed, Maman.” Saiko clicks the radio.

When Kaneki approaches his blubbering aunt, he hears the familiar sound of her rage.

“Don’t touch me, you scum!”

“We just saved your life,” Higemaru says.

“I don’t like you,” adds Urie.

Mutsuki claps his hans to his cheeks. “Why were you so mean to your nephew?!”

“Nephew? Those – those beasts – they blamed him for this,” seethes his aunt. “Where is he?”

“He’s here,” Touka announces, slipping her hand in Kaneki’s. “Hi, I’m his wife.”

His aunt scowls at her belly. “I should have expected that of him.”

“Why are you so mean?” Mutsuki cries.

“Don’t you know all he needed was a mother? And you denied him that.” Akira’s eyes flash. Amon holds her back.

Kaneki swallows. “I don’t forgive you. Not yet.”

“I don’t want your forgiveness!” cries his aunt.

“I just don’t hate you enough to want you to die. I suppose we’ll both have to live with that.” Kaneki continues on, as if he hasn’t heard her.

“We’ll take care of the ghouls. Go reunite with the family you haven’t abused,” Mutsuki says coldly.

Kaneki feels a chill settle over him as Akira, Amon, the Quinx, and Touka surround him. “I have a family, Aunt. I’m sorry you can’t be part of it.”

Could you do a Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)/Kaneki Ken scenario? They remind me so much of each other, I’d be interested to see how they’d interact.

I’ve never seen Evangelion, but wow, reading the description, they are hella alike.

“Ahhhh!” The teenager doubles over, wincing as memory after memory engulfs him.

“What’s wrong?” Kaneki hurries across Anteiku to help their strange new visitor.

“N – nothing.” The kid snaps back to reality. He’s here. In a Tokyo he doesn’t recognize. Mom is gone.

“I’m Kaneki Ken. What’s your name?” The eyepatched man holds out a hand, smiling nervously.

“I’m Shinji Ikari.”

“Well then, Shinji, can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

Five minutes later, Shinji and Kaneki are sitting across from each other, both clutching coffee. Shinji’s is full of milk and sugar that turns Kaneki’s stomach.

“I sometimes have nightmares,” Shinji says slowly. “When I’m awake. I’m sorry…to scare you.”

“No, it’s really okay. Do you need to talk about it?” Kaneki asks.

“I remember my mom dying wen I was young. That’s all. It’s okay.” Shinji squirms.

Kaneki’s smile fades. “Oh. I see.”

There’s an awkward pause.

You’re the adult. Speak, dammit. Kaneki sighs. “My mom died young, too.”

“Do you miss her?” Shinji hesitates.

Kaneki nods.

“I’m here because I’m a coward. Because I’m running away from the people who love me.” Shinji stares at his hands. “Because I don’t ever want to experience the pain of losing Mom again.”

“Me either.” Kaneki swallows.

“Do you – do you think – that if we let ourselves risk love, we’d be happier?” Shinji’s eyes are bright with tears. “Because I’m not very happy, Mr. Kaneki.”

“Neither am I, Shinji,” Kaneki says. “But at least you’re not alone. At Anteiku, we help each other out.” He pauses. “Maybe not being alone is the key. In which case, you are doing just fine, Shinji Ikari.”

The teenager grins at him.

Maybe some more Akira x Arima headcanons?

-Akira asked Arima out. He was so shocked, she almost thought her intuition led her wrong, but then he clasped her hands in his and said he’d be honored.

-Arima loves observing Maris Stella. Cats are contrarians, which he admires after his upbringing. The day she ate treats from his hand was one of his favorite days.

-When Akira found out about the garden, Arima had to restrain her from storming the Washuu compound to demand a duel with Tsuneyoshi.

-On their rare days off, Akira cooks him mountains of food and he thinks it’s more delicious than any restaurant.

-Akira was afraid to bring him along when she visited her parent’s graves, but one day she discovered him watching her. He offered her a tissue for her tears and said nothing as he slipped an arm around her. He didn’t need to.

-though Arima knows Akira is more than capable of holding her own against any sexism in the CCG, he has personally threatened to use IXA on anyone who insults women in his presence.

-Arima had grand, romantic expectations for the first time they made love. It actually turned into an awkward mess, with Akira laughing so hard she cried, and Arima internally freaking out as Maris Stella watched them with her glinting cat eyes.

Hide is on new pain meds that make him, for lack of better terms, “high as a kite”, and Kaneki discovers he can see his past selves. Cue embarrassing puns (Haineki, get it ;)), lots of praise from one high blonde and even some crying from Hide as he reveals how much Kaneki, all parts of him really, mean to him.

Omg I love this.

“Kanekiiiiiiii…Shironeki, come here. You needs a hugs,” slurs Hide.

“Hide!” Kaneki colors as Hide embraces a pillow like a lover – but his friend only sees himself snuggling a white-haired boy sorely in need of love.

“Love me; I promise I love you,” Hide insists. The real Kaneki backs away.

Meanwhile, in Hide’s mind…

“That’s why I’m doing this,” says Shironeki. “Because I love you.”

“Nah. If you really knew I loved you, you wouldn’t.” Hide waves an arm about. “Hey, Kuroneki, get over here!”

“Hmm? Um, me?” Kuroneki hurries away from the corner he’s been hiding in.

“Your eyepatch is super-cool, bro.”

“I think it’s a ghastly sight,” says Haise.

“Don’t be so punny.” Hide hurls a tissue at Haise. “I challenge you and your pinstripes to a pun war!”

“Is the punishment for losing death?” asks Haise sweetly.

“No – it’s tickling!” Hide laughs hysterically.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” Reaperneki crosses his arms.

“What the fu…what is wrong with you? You’re a sourpuss.”

“Most like a sourpast, am I right?” Haise giggles.

“I love all your pasts, Kaneki,” Hide says dreamily. “All of them. You’re my best friend. I ain’t giving up on any of you – not even you, 240.”

“WAGH!”

“Hi, kids.” Hide waves at the two Childnekis. “I’m sorry, you know, that I couldn’t stop your aunt or save your mom. I hoped me being your friend was enough, but I don’t think it was. And it hurt, because I loved you then and do now. Whether eyeless or punny or emo or eyepatched.”

“What about me?” demands Reaperneki.

“You, too.” Hide stretches out his arms, and Reaperneki begrudgingly accepts.

Hide starts crying. “You guys do love me too, I know. I’ve always known. I always understood. I wish you did.”

Outside Hide’s mind…

“I wish you did,” Hide mumbles, drooling.

“I do. I promise I do now.” Kaneki wipes his own eyes as he lays Hide down on the couch he and Touka just bought.

After all the blows he got in the face Hanbee goes blind ad Juuzou feels guilty for that.

“You’re uncharacteristically silent.” Hanbee knows Suzuya is here, in the hospital chair besides him. But all he sees is darkness.

“Sorry,” Suzuya says quickly.

“What are you sorry for?” Hanbee laughs.

Suzuya laughs too, nervously.

“You feel responsible, don’t you?” Hanbee squints at Suzuya, as if that will help his vision. It’s a habit he can afford to lose now. “You feel like you ought to have protected me.”

“I should have – sacrificed like Mr. Shinohara!” Suzuya balls his hands into fists.

“No!” Hanbee cries. “No, please. Suzuya, I want you alive and responsive. Suzuya…the truth is, in that fight, I sacrificed myself. For you.”

“What?” Suzuya whispers.

“I was … ready to die, if it meant your victory.” Hanbee swallows. “I’m glad I’m alive, you know, but I don’t regret it.”

“Hanbee!” Suzuya tackles him in a hug. “Why? Why? You’re special yourself, you know.”

“You’re special, too. To everyone, and especially to me.” Hanbee reaches to pat Suzuya’s head, but he misses and nearly pokes out his leader’s eye.

Suzuya giggles and guides his friend’s large hands to his hair.

Shio introduces Masanori to memes.

“Masanori!” Ihei Shio waves his nephew over.

“Is today the day?” The kid quivers with excitement.

“It is,” Rikai intones.

“Masanori, today you begin your training.” Yusa hands a phone to Shio.

“Gaze upon it,” sings Shio, holding the pink-coated device out to Masanori.

Masanori frantically types into the phone. Finally he holds up a image.

“Not bad, not bad,” Shio says merrily. “But watch this!”

“This is Uncle Fruit,” Yusa adds.

Some time later, Uncle Hajime strolls in alongside Ui and Hairu.

“LOOK I MADE YOU INTO A MEME!”

Masanori races over to shove his meme in Hajime’s face.

Hajime subconsciously pats his cute face. “At least I’m cuter than that thing.”

“Shio, you didn’t.” Ui is not prepared for this day.

Hairu is ready.

“Hairu, no!” Ui cries. She winks in response.

Masanori grins. “I made us into a meme, too!”

Ui is almost too terrified to look, but when he does, he’s surprised at the tears that prick his eyes.

How do you imagine Tsubaki like? Physically, I mean

Oooh. I think she looks a lot like her brother – they probably have the same mole, pale skin, black hair, and mischievous grins. She’s probably medium height, because she’s still growing, but she’ll be tall someday, just like her dear brother.

Her hair might have a bit more curl than his. It’s possible Furuta styled his Souta bangs after Tsubaki’s hairstyle. She’s also really fond of makeup and would probably wear gaudy eyeshadow and crazy lipstick to everyday occasions .

😀 (I’d draw her, but I’m reallllllly bad at art).

Urie rescues Mutsuki from Torso.

TW for abuse and sexual assault, because Torso.

“Lay another hand on him and I’ll kill you.”

Mutsuki jerks awake to see Urie Kuki hauling Torso out of their bed, dangling him by the throat.

“Mucchy!” Yonebayashi Saiko pulls Mutsuki away. Higemaru Touma hands Mutsuki a jacket, and Aura Shinsanpei has shoes ready.

Hsaio Ching-Li leaps forward, her koukaku emerging and sending Torso’s head rolling onto the ground below.

Urie tosses his body away, and whirls around. “Mutsuki!”

“No, stop!” Mutsuki falls back from his family. He tumbles t the strong and scampers against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. “Stay away! I’m – I’m disgusting.”

“Mutsuki, you’re not disgusting. That is,” Urie says, pointing towards Torso’s corpse, “but not you.”

“Mutsuki.” Saiko’s voice shakes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“It is,” insists Mutsuki. “I’m just like him. I used ghouls as a lie! I killed my family! I killed the cat at the academy – that was me! I’m just like him.”

He shrieks and wishes he were strong enough to use his bikaku to kill himself.

But Urie’s arms are already around him. “Mutsuki, there’s nothing you can do that will scare me off.”

“Huh?”

“I love you. You’re my family, and – and Mutsuki, you’re so special to me.” Urie trembles. “I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you here. I would rather it have been me.”

“No – you’re good,” cries Mutsuki. Shame clouds his eyes.

“So are you. We all know that.” Urie strokes Mutsuki’s hair. “Mutsuki, it’s okay. It’s really okay. Your past hurts, but it’s not your fault. You were just a kid.” He points to Torso. “That one wasn’t a kid anymore.”

“You’ve never been a monster,” Saiko adds.

“We’re going to help you, because we’ll never give up on you. And Saiko’s right – everything and anything he did to you is not your fault. Never, ever.” Urie’s eyes glitter as he embraces Mutsuki.

A man is hugging him. A man who isn’t preying.

Mutsuki begins to sob – with relief.