some nsfw uihai and koharu accidentally walks in on them.

Ahhhhhh yassssssssssss.

Read @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign” for context. And for Uihai.

“Koori,” Hairu moans as Ui nuzzles between her legs.”You make me so happy.”

“So do you, princess.” Ui gasps as she bends over to leave a hickey on his shoulder. Should be easy enough to cover up so Arima doesn’t see.

“I don’t want to be a princess,” Hairu teases, rolling Ui over. Their bed creaks. “I want to be a knight.”

“A princess knight?” Ui suggests. “I’ll be your loyal sidekick.”

“Not sidekick. Partner. You’re my second half, Koori,” Hairu says, grunting a little as Ui enters her.

“We’re two halves to a whole,” he agrees. Sweat droplets beads his brow, and Hairu lifts her head to kiss them off.

They’re getting into a rocking rhythm, Hairu is squealing and Ui is gasping, they’re only focused on each other and –

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Koharu screams. For a second, her hair turns white.

“Oh, hi, Koharu.” Hairu waves. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“Clearly,” Koharu manages. Or they would have shut the door. “I’ll just, uh, let myself out now…”

She cackles to herself as she exits. She’s never going to let Ui hear the end of this. Oh, the blackmail she will have!

Ui moans, resting his head on Hairu’s chest.

“Now then, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry so much, Koori.” Hairu kisses his nose. “Where were we?”

Naki meeting someone (human or ghoul) who’s worse at Japanese than he is. Just them messing things up and his reaction to it.

Awwwww.

“Excuse me,” says a voice over Naki’s shoulder.

He looks up from his seat at Re. “Hi!”

“I was w-w-wondering how you say that word,” stutters the person. They point at his Japanese book.

“That’s Komo – Kom – Komorebi,” Naki narrates. “It means sunlight filtered through trees.”

“Wow,” says the human, their eyes wide. “And what’s that?”

“Kogarashi. For when the wind blows the leaves off the trees,” Naki says. Pride blooms in his stomach. Look at him, teaching Japanese!

“Ooh. So the CCG is like the kogarashi to the ghouls?” The person frowns. “I think it’s very sad myself.”

“Me too,” Naki says uncomfortably. They seem sincere, right?

“D-d-do you t-t-t-think you could teach me Japanese?” asks the human, twiddling their thumbs with anxiety. “I – I wasn’t v-v-very good at learning myself.”

“I wasn’t either. Now, Master Shuu teaches me.” Naki points to Tsukiyama, who’s being scolded by Touka for improperly made coffee.

“R-r-really? You have a m-master? I want one.” Their eyes are huge.

“You can come to our lessons!” Naki is very pleased with himself. They make him feel good. And they seem sympathetic to ghouls, so they could be a useful – what’s the word – ally.

hi hello im in a big mood for some fluffy haisuzu sooo… maybe haise confessing his love to juuzou? and and maybe a first kiss or something..?? i dunno just make it as fluffy and sweet as possible thanks bye ヾ( 〃ω〃)ｯ

“You have something to tell me?” Suzuya asks Haise. He’s at the CCG Christmas party, surrounded by friends and twinkling lights and eggnog. Suzuya loves eggnog, because he remembers Mr. Shinohara giving him his first cup.

“Mmm-hmmm.” Haise smiles, backing up slowing until he’s directly under the mistletoe. “I love eggnog, don’t you.”

“Yes.” Suzuya waits.

“I, uh, just wanted to tell you. I think you’re amazing, brilliant, a good leader, a great fighter, and I really like you,” Haise says. His cheeks flush.

“Are you hot?” Suzuya asks with concern. Haise is wearing that ugly Santa sweater, after all.

“No, just nervous.” Haise bites his lip. “I really like you, Suzuya. Not just as a friend.”

“Oh – oh!” Suzuya is stunned. Mr. Shinohara told him crushes happened, but Suzuya hasn’t much thought about it.

Still. Sasaki likes him. Haise likes him! A warm tingling sensation unfolds in Suzuya’s belly.

Haise waits nervously.

“Hey!” Keijin points at Haise and Suzuya. “They’re directly under the mistletoe!”

Suzuya grins. With a snort, he stands on his tiptoes and plants a kiss directly on Haise’s lips.

Haise gasps with delight.

Yomo’s so gets hurt and might die

“Don’t you dare!” Yomo’s S/O dives in front of Touka as Suzuya throws another knife. It hits what feels like their lung, and they stumble to the cement tunnel floor. But it was worth it, they think woozily, to protect Touka’s stomach.

“[Name]!” Touka cries.

“Go!” yells Hinami as Touka hoists them onto her shoulders. She can’t use her ukaku and carry them. There’s no choice left but to run.

—

When Yomo awakens, Uta and Itori hover over him. He can barely move. “Where is everyone?”

“Attending to your nephew-in-law, who’s become a giant kagune dragon,” Itori says cheerfully.

“What?” Yomo stares at them. “Touka? Ayato? [Name]?”

“Touka and Ayato are fine.” Uta sighs. “[Name]…”

For a moment, Yomo forgets about Kaneki. “Where are they?”

“They’re alive. But they got themselves hurt protecting Touka,” Itori says, no warmth in her voice.

Yomo’s heart quickens. “Where are they?”

Uta points to the bed besides Yomo.

He sits up and freezes. Their face is deadly white. A knife handle still protrudes from the oozing wound in their chest.

“The knife is still in them, impeding their regeneration,” says Uta grimly. “But if we remove it, we’ll probably sever a major artery.”

Yomo’s hands shake. Of course [Name] would nearly die for Touka. Their gentle, kind spirit was the reason he first fell in love with them. But now…

“Do they have a chance?” he rasps.

“There’s always a chance,” says Itori, patting their shoulder. She rather liked how happy they made Ren.

Yomo stumbles over to their bed to hold their hands. I’m here. I’m not letting go.

He needs them. He needs their light. Their smile, the way they say his name. Their compassion. They’re the best thing in his life.

“I wonder,” Uta muses, “if we could get our hands on some of that dragon…”

Urie drawing mucchan for the first time.

SQUEE

Urie squints and holds up the green hair he – not creepily – plucked from Mutsuki’s hairbrush. His green is too dark.

He adds a dollop of white paint to the green and stirs.

Those eyes. Urie smiles like an idiot at the eyes he drew. They sparkle, just like Mucchan.

White clothing suits Mucchan, Urie thinks as he finally arrives at the correct hair color. Pristine, angelic, glowing. Mucchy.

Hopefully Mutsuki loves it. Hopefully this painting helps Mutsuki feel loved.

Urie begins adding color to Mutsuki’s hair. Ugh, he’s never been so nervous about a painting.

“Urie?” The door opens and Mutsuki’s mouth drops open. “Uh.”

“Hi!” Urie leaps in front of his painting. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t look. You saw nothing.”

“Urie, why are you drawing me?” Mutsuki shivers.

“Because you’re beautiful, why else?” Urie says grumpily. He doesn’t move out of the way, though. “It’s highly unfinished, though.”

“You think I’m interesting enough to draw?”

“Yeah.” Urie sighs and pulls back. “See?” He pauses. “Wait. Do you mind posing?”

Mutsuki shakes his head. “I’d be flattered.”

Urie can barely contain his excitement, even though outwardly he retains his classic grumpus look. But when Mutsuki smiles at him, Urie finally cracks a smile.

Urie has a little sister (who is gorgeous and is very clever) who is just joining the CCG and becoming a quinx like her brother. She gets a different rc type, and is surprisingly fast at learning how to use it. He dislikes her because she remembers very little of their father but is also (he thinks) the reason their mother died during childbirth (bc we don’t know much about her). Feel free to do more with her! (I like the idea Kuki having a baby sister who looks like him)

Urie Sumire is exactly the type of girl Saiko likes. Full-figured, athletic, short, and smart. Someone to help Saiko bear the female burden among a bunch of testosterone-driven fools.

“I’m an ukaku, just like you!” Sumire beams at Shirazu, who wipes his nose to ensure he’s not bleeding.

“N-n-nice to meet you.”

“Mutsuki, you’re so handsome.” Sumire hugs Mucchan, and Urie Kuki’s eyes flash.

You might have taken Mom, but you’re not taking Mucchan from me, he vows.

He really doesn’t know much about Sumire. He’s ignored her for much of their lives. But now he won’t be able to ignore her anymore, and he’s unsure how he feels about this.

“We should practice using our ukakus,” Shirazu squeaks.

“Yes!” Sumire nods. They scamper off, and Saiko winks at Urie.

She’s going to get a promotion before me, isn’t she? Urie scowls. “Mutsuki, help me practice with my koukaku.”

“But I don’t have a koukaku…”

“No matter! I have to get promoted first,” Urie begs.

Saiko and Mutsuki exchange glances.

“What?” Urie demands.

They burst out laughing.

Touka going around the base with a sexy bunny outfit to get kaneki attention

Kaneki first notices that something is wrong when he finds Ayato a babbling, crying mess in Hinami’s room.

Hinami directs him to Nishiki, who proves unhelpful. All Nishiki delivers is a sly smile.

“Kaneki! Tres bien!” wails Tsukiyama, entering the room.

“What is happening?” Kaneki nearly shrieks.

“YOU WILL FIND OUT, MY DEAR!” Tsukiyama dances off, mumbling French phrases to himself.

Thoroughly confused, Kaneki wanders off to find Banjou with a nosebleed, Naki with a migraine, Koma winking at him, and Irimi wiggling her eyebrows.

“Help me,” says Kaneki. “I don’t understand.”

Someone’s hands latch onto his shoulders, and Kaneki turns around to see Yomo, sweating and looking more horrified than Ayato.

“Okay, Ren, sit down. Kaneki, get thee gone,” Irimi says.

Kaneki ducks out of Yomo’s grasp and hurries down the corridor. What is –

“Why hello there, King.” A rabbit-eared Touka dressed in a skimpy, lacy pink costume strides around the corner.

“T-T-T-touka-chan?” Kaneki’s brain ceases function.

“You all needed to be shocked out of your mopey funks,” Touka purrs. “Come with me. It’s time to take a few hours off work.”

Kaneki eagerly allows her to drag him to their chambers.

Akira has a younger brother named Shiori.

Shiori is surprisingly small and sensitive for a Mado. He has the same blond haired feminine features as Akira, and he’s only a few centimeters taller. This means he is occasionally mistaken for her from behind, to both of their embarrassment.

He always feels bad about killing ghouls, and he lacks the stomach to handle blood. He’s a philosopher at heart, and eagerly takes to Haise Sasaki as an unofficial mentor. Akira tried to keep him from battle, and he feels guilty for appreciating that fact.

How Anteiku sleeps with so

I was unsure if you meant sleep in the SFW or NSFW sense, so I did both!

SFW

Kaneki Ken – he loves to lay his head on his partner’s chest or lap.

Kirishima Touka – She is the big spoon.

Fueguchi Hinami – if they’re not hugging her what’s the point of sleeping together?

Nishiki Nishio – must be facing his SO, so their face is the first thing he will see.

Nishino Kimi – holding hands.

Tsukiyama Shuu – constantly uses French and English phrases to praise his SO even in his sleep.

Renji Yomo – he’s a cuddler. Arms firmly wrapped around his so, pressing them close to his chest.

Uta – will probably use his kagune to cocoon the two of them together.

Yoshimura Kuzen – one gentle arm strewn across his beloved.

Enji Koma – he’s kind of an acrobat in his sleep, so they might need space between them.

Irimi Kaya – they must each be piled under a mountain of blankets, no matter how warm it is.

NSFW

Kaneki Ken – has a habit of crying with happiness afterwards. more passionate in the bedroom than he is at most other points in his life.

Kirishima Touka – She loves experimenting different positions.

Fueguchi Hinami – gentle, butterfly position sex is her favorite.

Nishiki Nishio – roleplaying is fun.

Nishino Kimi – is a fan of sex in the morning.

Tsukiyama Shuu – will pepper his beloved with praise the entire time.

Renji Yomo – he’s hesitant and afraid he will hurt them, and very emotional.

Uta – cracks jokes, tries crazy moves, probably fond of some bdsm.

Yoshimura Kuzen – very sweet.

Enji Koma – will use his kagune to add extra spice.

Irimi Kaya – fierce. lovemaking is its own kind of battle.

some more tender moments between mizurou and michiko plz!

Based on @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.” Read it.

“I was thinking,” says Mizurou, reaching over to brush Michiko’s golden brown strands out of her eyes, “that maybe we could get married.”

Michiko’s eyes widen. She snuggles closer to him, pulling the sheets tight around them. “You’d want that?”

“I love you,” Mizurou says softly, biting his lip like he always does when he gets nervous.

“You know I love you,” Michiko replies with a little laugh. Her heart beats faster. She can’t believe she’s this lucky, to be with Mizurou.

He leans forward and kisses her on her nose. “I know we haven’t been dating that long, but I … this feels right, you know? Also, Suzuya likes you.”

Michiko snorts. “Well, then, that’s all the approval we need.”

He giggles. This brilliant woman makes him so happy.

Something warm wraps around his legs. “Are you trying to trap me with your bikaku again?”

“Yes,” says Michiko, showering him with kisses.