hey! im kinda new to your blog so im not sure if you take nsfw requests, but if you do, can i ask for an nsfw akiramon fanfic. thank you, thank you so much!

I do indeed! ❤ welcome to the blog my dear!

“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.

Can I pretty please have an angst NSFW scenario with furuta and his s/o? Or just an angst scenario is really up to you! <3

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.

so it turns out the only time that Hinami will ever swear is when playing Mario Kart

Okay but for real: I never swore regularly until I played Mario Kart my senior year of college. Fuck Rainbow Road, and fuck Daisy who giggles at you every time she passes you whilst you struggle. 😛

“FUCK!” Hinami screams in despair. Bowser’s Castle, to her, may be even worse than Rainbow Road.

Ayato giggles. “Come again?”

“Fuck Waluigi. Bastard just pushed me into a banana.” Hinami pouts.

“I’m very confused,” Tsukiyama announces. “Did Hinami just swear?”

“To be fair, we’re averaging about ten four-letter-words a second,” Touka says with a shrug. Kaneki, however, is stunned.

“It’s what video games draw out of you,” Saiko says. “SHIT!”

A blue shell has decimated her.

“There’s no squad loyalty right now,” Urie hisses as he takes over the lead.

“Or couples.” Mutsuki throws his own blue shell, and Urie shrieks.

“I’m fucking last, Ayato,” Hinami whines as she falls into lava a third time.

“I’m fucking fourth. I won’t be on a podium,” he replies.

“Oh, come on!” Hinami glowers at him to hide her laughter.

When their stats are posted, Mutsuki cheers, Hinami pouts, and Ayato grinds his teeth.

1. Mutsuki

2. Nishiki+Kimi

3. Touka+Kaneki

4. Ayato

5. Tsukiyama

6. Saiko

7. Takeomi+Yoriko

8. Hsaio

9. Higemaru

10. Aura

11. Urie

12. Hinami

“Hold up, hold up.” The door to the gaming room flies open, and Itori, Uta, and Yomo stride in.

“It’s time for us old-timer clowns to show you how it’s done.” Uta snatches the control from Touka.

Caaan I ask for a TakiRona scenario in which Kurona has a nightmare about the day Nashiro died? I need me some fluffy angst

YASSSSS. I LOVES ANGST.

“Kuro? Kuro!” Takizawa leans over her in bed, shaking his sobbing lover awake.

“Seidou?” Kurona blinks back tears.

She’s here.

Nashiro is gone.

“Your sister?” he prompts, feeling ashamed of prying, but more afraid of leaving her to suffer alone. Kuro’s the best part of his life.

“I dreamt I watched her die again. But she wasn’t dead. Me – I – when I consumed her, I killed her. In my dream, she screamed and I screamed, but it was too late.” Kurona hunches her shoulders, as tears track down her cheeks. “It was all my fault.”

“It wasn’t,” Seidou says gruffly. “It wasn’t, not at all.”

“But – suppose she was alive? Suppose I did kill her – I’m so scared of that, Seidou.” Kurona grabs his hands.

“You didn’t. Take it from someone who ate his own parents.” Seidou cracks a half-smile. “I feel at fault, too. Heck, I was at CCG and I wouldn’t have helped you even then. You – you were always better than me.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Kurona leans her head on Seidou’s bare chest. She loves the sound of his steady heartbeat. “We just had different lives.”

“Well,” says Seidou, kissing her forehead, “I’m very glad you are here now.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” Kurona pulls his lips towards hers. “Nashiro would approve.”

“That’s all that matters,” Seidou jokes, rolling atop this marvelous woman who somehow, by some miracle or fortune, loves him.

First of all, I’m gonna start by saying your writing gives me a reason to live, you are just amazing in every way and what has happened these couple of chapters… Let just say I needed your blog more than ever. So I was thinking maybe you can write where s/o stop Furuta’s and Kaneki’s fight, she keeps telling Furuta that she loves him and that she will give him that normal life he always craved for. I JUST WANT MY BABY TO BE HAPPY ;(

You are so sweet. ❤

Her heart pounds in her ears. She leans over to gag and silently curses herself for feeling ill from the spores.

She doesn’t have time to feel ill. She has to – she has to find him – she has to tell him she knows –

Goddamn idiot hasn’t seen her since he abdicated his position at CCG. As if she hadn’t already figured out his heritage. As if she’d be scared.

Fortunately for her, Souta is never one to turn off his phone, or even it’s locator. Although she did fib to CCG about that, despite their dire straits.

Up ahead, she sees a massive cross-shaped kagune that takes her breath away.

They’ve found him anyway.

“Wait!” she calls, stumbling forward. But her voice is weak.

“Wait,” she whimpers, crawling now, picking herself up, launching herself straight at Furuta.

The kagune cuts her back, but it’s not deep. Furuta falls back, and she falls on top of him.

“[Name]?” Furuta looks terrified. If she’s here – she knows – and being known is not something he is used to.

“You don’t have to die, not yet,” she begs between coughs.

“So you did know where he was,” Kaneki comments, but he doesn’t sound angry. If anything, he’s sympathetic.

“I’m not giving up on him – on you,” she spits, turning back to Furuta. She wraps her arms around his bloodied, sweating body and lets her tears soak into his raven hair.

“You should,” Furuta says quietly.

“When have I ever done what I should?” She pulls back to muster a shaky smile. “I love you, Souta. I know. I know everything, and I love you.”

Furuta forgets to breathe.

“We might never have a normal life – but we can try – even if we do and even if we don’t, it’s not worthless, I promise,” she says, tears running down her face.

“I’m too far gone.”

“Wasn’t Kaneki just turned into a literal monster? And he wasn’t.” She looks behind them. “Right?”

Kaneki nods.

“Don’t you want me to die?” Furuta jabs.

“No,” Kaneki says simply.

“I’m never giving up on you. Ever.” She coughs again, but leans her head on Furuta’s shoulder.

His heart flutters. No – he shouldn’t get his hopes up – but –

“Furuta.”

Furuta raises his eyes to see Kaneki holding out a hand. “It’s too toxic for her here. Take her back.”

Furuta nearly laughs. For once, he’s been outsmarted by Kaneki. Because Furuta surely won’t leave her here, so he’ll have to stay alive a while longer.

As he staggers to his feet and holds her close to his chest, he finally has no idea what he’ll do in the future.

Maybe this is how normal people feel.

THE ASK BOX IS BACK HOLY SHIT EXCUSE MY FRECNH!!!! How are you sweetie?? I hope you’re doing well! That Nakimiza pregnant domestic thing got me wondering if you could do a scenario where heavily pregnant Miza being a very busy, do-as-much-as-possible, active go-getting momma-to-be, and Naki is extremely overprotective?

I’m good; how are you???

“Miza, please be careful!” Naki hovers over his wife, whose stomach looks like a bubble – a very breakable bubble – ready to burst.

“Naki, I am careful.” Miza has already connected her Three Blades to the floor for extra balance as she teeters atop a ladder. She’s painting baby animals on the ceiling of their future child’s nursery.

“Let me do it,” Naki begs.

“Naki, you suck at art.”

“Then let me hold you at least.”

Miza sighs. “And I’ll, what, stand on your head? If you want to be helpful, hand me different painting colors when I ask. And keep me company.”

She grins as he nods with eagerness.

“Okay!” Naki kisses her stomach. “I’ll keep both of you company.”

Can you do a scenario where Furuta’s chubby human s/o finds out what he did to Ami and is scared that he might do the same to them but reassures them that he loves them and would never do that to them. I just reread that chapter in the manga and I couldn’t help but to think of this.

We need Fruit headcanons after this chapter. (Please live, my bb).

Furuta knew something dark had happened the moment he stepped in his front door.

“Nice to see you.” He smiles at his curvaceous lover, with their beautiful curly hair and round face.

In response, they hold out a photograph.

Ami.

“I see.” He purses his lips.

“I know what you did, Souta.” She crosses her arms.

“And yet, you’re confronting me.” Furuta tilts his head. “Who told you? Uta? Itori?”

“You know I’m here because i love you. Let’s cut the bullshit.” She tosses the photograph in his face. “She was a person, and you humiliated and killed her!”

“Technically, I did not kill her.” Furuta sighs at the fury on her face. “Look, I was…not a good person then.”

“You’re not now, either,” she mutters.

“No, but … ” Furuta pauses. “Wait. Are you thinking I’ll do the same to you?”

“It’s logical, isn’t it?”

“When have I ever behaved logically?” Furuta teases. His heart thumps in his chest. Please, please love me. He reaches for her. “I was wrong to do that to Ami. I would never hurt you, silly human.”

“Are you sure? Even though I’m fat?”

“You’re perfect the way you are,” he tells her. “I mostly just humiliated her because she was a vulnerable target. She could have been thin and I’d have done the same. Not that that makes it better.”

He guides her towards the couch. “You’re beautiful. Inside and out. You make me want to be a better person, even if I’m not.”

She sighs. “I’ve already sent a letter directing her parents to her grave.”

“I’d expect no less.” Furuta lowers his eyes. His hands run along her curves. “I’m sorry, [Name].”

“You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”

“Is that my punishment?” Furuta looks horrified.

KOORI UI CAN RUN IN HEELS AND NOTHING YOU CAN SAY WILL CHANGE MY MIND. AND MIND YOU, NOT THESE LITTLE TWO-INCHERS, THOSE ARE FOR WIMPS, BOY CAN RUN IN FULL-ON SIX-INCH STILETTOS. (Arima may or may not have made him do a whole operation in a cocktail dress and heels)

Ui Koori did indeed do an entire operation in a cocktail dress and stilettos. Not only that, but Arima Kishou and Hirako Take dressed up in similar gear. Their makeup was handled by Arima’s close friend, author Sen Takatsuki.

Hairu Ihei did her own makeup. As a result, she was the only one who did not look like a prostitute.

So reading that Fumi and the Clowns relationship thingy and I’m kind of craving a scenario of when Uta is teasing her over Hige and she brings up his feelings for Yomo because that just seems amazing

“What’s up with Fumi?” Donato asks, scoffing at the small, scowling ghoul who hasn’t touched her blood wine.

“Lovesick, can’t you tell?” Nico asks breathily. Souta whistles.

“Shut up,” Fumi mutters.

“Aw, is your heart hurting because your true love might leave you if he saw the depths of your depravity?” Uta snickers as he sips his wine.

Fumi’s mouth opens. “You’re one to talk.”

“Shots have been fired,” Itori jokes. Roma nudges her, and Itori slyly turns her phone on “record.”

“Okay.” Uta eyes her. “I’ll bite. What do you mean?”

“I mean your fluttering heart around that dashing Raven, even though you like to keep your misdeeds on the side, too,” Fumi shoots back. “Because you’re in love, too! Hypocrite.”

Uta sputters as the rest of the clowns laugh. “I know you are, but what am I?”

“Now that’s just lame, Uta.” Fumi shakes her head. “I expected better.”

“On the bright side,” says Itori. “That’s as close to an admission as anyone’s ever gotten him.”

slams hands on desk MORE DARTH IBIS PLEASE

ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO ETO

“We’re trapped!” A rathtar appears, rushing towards Jedi Kaneki and Jedi Master Arima.

Their padawans – Suzuya and a group who’ve named themselves the Quinxes – prepare their lightsabers.

“You’ll never survive,” growls a voice. The Sith-in-training, Kaiko, emerges. Force-Lightning shoots out of his fingertips.

“We’re surrounded,” hisses Padawan Higemaru.

“You’ll die, and we’ll harvest the force from your bodies,” Kaiko says sweetly.

The rathtar gurgles.

“Hmm?” Kaiko turns back to the creature and narrowly dodges its attack.

“Don’t mess with creatures you don’t know!” cackles a sweet voice.

Darth Ibis emerges from inside the rathtar, a rambunctious grin on her face, holding up her middle finger. “Nice to see you too, Kaiko-who-hasn’t-even-achieved-the title-of-Darth.”