What are some characters’ sleeping positions?

Let me know if you want any others! These were the first I thought of. 🙂

Kaneki Ken – fetal position

Kirishima Touka – knees bent

Fueguchi Hinami – cuddling her pillow

Kirishima Ayato – whatever looks the least comfortable so he can brag about it later. He’s tried standing more than once

Tsukiyama Shuu – arms spread out

Kanae Von Rosewald – falls asleep on her knees praying for Master Shuu

Yomo Renji – on his side

Uta – arms above his head

Amon Koutarou – on his back

Akira Mado – on her back, a pillow under her knees to support her muscles

Takizawa Seidou – fetal position

Mutsuki Tooru – curled into a ball

Urie Kuki – stick-straight, on his back

Yonebayashi Saiko – on her stomach

Higemaru Touma – snow-angel pose

Aura Shinsanpei – crushed against the wall

Hsaio Ching-Li – she’s not fond of pillows

Shirazu Ginshi – on his back

Ui Koori – on his stomach

Hairu Ihei – drowning in a sea of pink pillows

Arima Kishou – knees bent

Yoshimura Eto – constantly tossing and turning, so really ALL THE POSITIONS

Suzuya Juuzou – fetal position

Yay ask box is open again! Could you possibly do hsiao x saiko nsfw w some angst maybe? Thank yo uso much for all you do!

Always. Hsaio x Saiko needs more love.

“Saiko,” Hsaio Ching-Li awakens in the middle of the night to see her friend sitting at the foot of her bed.

Hsaio’s eyes still smart from crying. Tonight she confessed everything to Saiko, Urie, and Higa. They know she was part ghoul before she was a Quinx. They assured her love her, but she can’t quite believe it.

“Hi.” Saiko straightens up. “I just thought you might not want to be alone.”

“Thank you.” Hsaio opens her arms, and Saiko hugs her.

“You know, I really don’t care. You’re my friend.” Saiko hesitates, an uncharacteristic move for her.

“What?”

Saiko brushes her lips against Hsaio’s.

Hsaio gasps. “What?!”

“I told you, I love you, Hsaio.” Saiko smiles.

Hsaio shakes her head. “But – like that?”

“Does that scare you?”

“A little.” Hsaio tackles Saiko in a ferocious kiss.

“I’ll take it you agree.” Saiko giggles.

“Yes,” Hsaio breathes. She just – she hardly let herself dream – but when she did, it was of Saiko.

“Can I?” Saiko’s hands hover over Hsaio’s chest.

She nods and moves her own hands to Saiko’s breasts. “Damn, I’m jealous.”

“Pah, and I’m jealous of you, too, silly.” Saiko pulls Hsaio down onto the bed. They lie facing each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.

Hsaio used to consider herself fortunate to have been born a failure, destined to die young. Because then she couldn’t be used to continue the family line by sleeping with men.

But she never dreamed she would be this fortunate – to have Saiko’s hands inside her, to be inside Saiko.

“I love you, Saiko,” she says.

“I know.” Saiko winks.

From @sweetgm2

Mutsuki decides to share Kaneki with Touka and Tsukiyama, because he realized being violent and jealous won’t win him his sensei’s love

Hahahahahahahha, oh my.

“Sensei.” Mutsuki tugs on Kaneki’s arm. “Shuu and I have an idea.”

“It’s a great idea, if I do say so myself,” Tsukiyama adds.

Touka scowls. “Oh really?”

“We’ll share you,” Mutsuki says eagerly.

Kaneki drops his coffee. “Pardon?”

“I don’t think being jealous helps. Tsukiyama told me his story, too.” Mutsuki hesitates, still kinda hoping the fact that he didn’t want to devour Kaneki puts him slightly ahead of Tsukiyama.

“Does that mean you help us with child-raising?” Touka asks.

“Absolutely.” Tsukiyama nods.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Just please let us be part of your life,” Mutsuki says.

Kaneki’s face melts. “Mutsuki, you’ll always be part of my life. You too, Tsukiyama.”

Tsukiyama exclaims in French and grabs Kaneki in an embrace. “We’ll be like our own little family!”

I’m not sure if I asked this yet but: Mutsuki/Kaneki version of tg re chapter 125, with Kaneki feeling insecure of his scaly red arms like in the manga and Mutsuki undresses unashamed for the purpose of making Kaneki less self unconscious. Kaneki learns Mutsuki is biologically a girl here when he sees the binder and tells him he doesn’t have to take it off while still referring to him as a guy. Mutsuki says he can and Kaneki fumbles with binder like with Touka’s bra and Mucchan takes it off

Aw this is cute.

“My arms aren’t healing very well,” Kaneki admits, offering up his scaly red skin for Mutsuki to see.

Mutsuki’s eyes show no disgust. “Let me show you something, Kaneki.”

Kaneki smiles. He loves the sound of his real name on Mutsuki’s lips.

Mutsuki yanks off his shirt with ease, because he always wears loose clothing.

He’s covered in scars, which hurts Kaneki. “Oh, Mutsuki…”

He pauses. “What is that?”

Mutsuki swallows. He can’t bear to look Kaneki in the eyes. “It’s a binder. Because I am biologically female.”

Kaneki gasps. “Mutsuki, why didn’t you tell me? Hey, please look at me.”

Mutsuki forces himself to meet Kaneki’s eyes.

“You’re my boyfriend. I’m not going to reject you because of who you are. I’m with you because I love who you are.” Kaneki’s eyes glisten.

“You still called me your boyfriend.” A lump swells in Mutsuki’s throat. “Thank you.”

“You are.” Kaneki reaches for the binder. “But…may I?”

Mutsuki nods, but Kaneki fumbles for a full minute. “Uh – ”

Mutsuki giggles. “Here.” He pulls it off, and Kaneki kisses the center of his chest.

He helps Kaneki remove his pants, and he removes his own. Kaneki’s kisses wash over him. Every scar he’s hated is drowned by one kiss.

He will do the same for Kaneki. Mutsuki plants his mouth on the scales. Kaneki is beautiful, and he will show him so.

Ayato is a giggly drunk who can’t walk. Go!

“You know – you’re not actually so bad, Kaneki.” Ayato giggles and falls at Kaneki’s feet.

Touka appears behind Kaneki, her face white.

“Touka! The One-Eyed King has four eyes now.” Ayato waves.

“I didn’t realize he’d drink this much,” Miza says. Naki nods, mystified.

Hinami, the only sober one of the drinkers, taps Ayato on the head. “Here, try to stand. I’ll help.”

“Hina, you’re the fucking best. The fucking. Best.” Ayato wraps his arms around her.

“I’m glad.” Hinami forces a grin.

“Touka, aren’t you going to give me a kiss good night? You know I leave tomorrow for the underground right?” Ayato dissolves into more giggles.

“And not a minute too soon,” she says dryly, pecking him on his head.

“Hina, kiss?” Ayato smiles.

“Not a chance! To bed with you!” yells Touka.

“We are going to become girls” but is the S3 and a guy tries to hit on Hanbee because damn those long legs

Hanbee nervously sips his soda, well aware he towers over most of the women here.

He’s totally getting the S3 outed. He can’t pass for a woman.

He’s not Suzuya, who has the attention of several men, or Keijin with his large eyes and sass. He doesn’t have Mizurou’s humor or Mikage’s flirtatious skill.

So he is flummoxed when someone whistled behind him.

“Hey girl. Can I buy you a drink?” A bespectacled man grins.

Is he supposed to say yes? “Uh – I’ll have a Pepsi.”

“That’s it?” The man nods eagerly. He orders a Pepsi for Hanbee and a vodka soda for himself. “I get it. Introvert. I’m not a fan of bars either.”

The man hands Hanbee his soda. “Are you an athlete? You have the longest legs I’ve ever seen.”

“Kind of,” Hanbee says.

“Kind of?” The man asks with amusement. “What do you do for work?”

“Uh – ”

“Hanbeeeeeee.” Suzuya prances over. “Come dance with me, silly. Let’s have fun.”

“Wait!” The man pulls out a business card. “I just want to say, Hanbee, you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be honored if you call me back.”

He’s so sweet, Hanbee almost feels like he should.

So the next week, once the case is wrapped up, the man meets Hanbee at a cafe for the surprise of his life.

Sexual tension ft mutsurie in which mucchan just moved back to the chateau and urie cants stop staring at him and whenever they train they smh end up on top of each other covered in sweat and mucchan always seems to have a knife on uries throat 💦

“Why are you looking at me?” Mutsuki shivers.

Urie looks hurt. “I just…I’m glad you’re back, Mutsuki.”

“Oh. Okay.” Mutsuki smiles tentatively.

Urie trudges to bed. He loves Mutsuki and he wants him to know it, but Mutsuki is so fragile now.

How do I help? He wonders as he falls asleep.

He awakens at 2 am to the sound of someone training. Hell, not even Urie is this hardcore. Good investigators need sleep!

Urie slips downstairs to see Mutsuki practicing his knife work on shadows.

“Want help?”

Mutsuki jumps. “Oh! Sure.”

“Did you sleep at all?” Urie takes off his shirt. He’s solely clad in his boxers, and Mutsuki turns red.

“No. I’m afraid what I’ll see if I do.” Mutsuki hugs himself, even though the knife is still in his hands. “I have to be strong and sharp so I don’t hurt anyone else.”

“Mutsuki, you don’t scare me.” Urie steps closer and swipes Mutsuki’s legs out from under him.

But Mutsuki springs up faster than he calculated, and kicks Urie over. He straddles Urie, knife at his throat.

Don’t you dare betray me, body. Urie tries to focus on the task at hand instead of how close he is to Mutsuki. He twists Mutsuki’s arm away and scrambles free. “Ha!”

“Get ready.” Mutsuki leaps for him, and Urie barely dodges. But Mutsuki misses his next kick.

“Wow, you’re strong.” Urie wipes sweat from his brow and somersaults away. He rushes Mutsuki again, and this time Mutsuki’s bikaku catapults Urie to the floor.

“No fair!”

“Fights aren’t fair.” Mutsuki grins and dives atop Urie again. Once more, the knife presses his throat as they pant. Their bodies are sweaty and sticky and Urie thinks he sees flickering in Mutsuki’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Mutsuki has just realized how comfortable he feels, even with a nearly naked man below him. “I trust you, that’s all.”

Urie’s expression softens. “Thank you.”

Mutsuki smiles back as he uses his bikaku pins Urie’s arms by his side. “I win.”

Can I maybe request some Asa imagines? (and maybe what her Rinkaku looks like too)

I LOVE ASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

– She eventually annoyed Uta so much he taught her how to design her own rinkaku.

– Her rinkaku, as you may imagine, is elaborate. It’s multicolored, almost iridescent, crimson and black, and she creates intricate moons and skulls over it.

– Itori once offered to help her make her first mask. Turns out she meant “shoving a whipped cream pie in Uta’s face and calling it a mask.”

– Itori did, however, take the blame, to Asa’s relief.

– Uta and Itori once shared blood wine with Asa. They limited her to one glass, but Yomo showed up and did not appreciate them “corrupting a child.”

– Asa became very indignant at being called a child. “If you weren’t Uta’s friend, I’d kick you where it hurts.”

– She kinda thinks of Uta as her surrogate parent, which scares him.

– He sent her away for safety reasons after Anteiku.

Haise and the Qs are out. They interview a sexy, curvy woman as she is a witness to a new ghoul case (let’s call it The Brain. Maybe it leaves the brain intact outside the body) and when they finish, Shirazu tries to ask her out. When she says no, Urie isn’t surprised, but what surprises the whole group is when the woman turns to Saiko and asks for her number

What a clever and funny ask!

“Now, can you describe the man who left with the victim?” Urie looks at his notes. This woman makes him nervous. She looks like a model.

Mutsuki doesn’t like how googly-eyed every other man seems around her.

“He had a knit cap on, and a mustache, I think.” The woman twists her flowing hair around her finger.

“What kind of mustache?” Shirazu asks, all too eager. Saiko shakes her head at him.

“Thin and scanty. No beard, though.” The woman leans over, exposing perfectly round cleavage to rival Saiko’s own.

Shirazu’s pitch rises. “And the hat? The color?”

“Hot pink. Not a color I’d expect a ghoul called The Brain to pick, but you know, who can say what ghouls think?” The woman looks sad. “Though you guys are probably the closest.”

“We’re still closer to humans,” Urie says stiffly.

“Of course! I just meant – the internal quinques.” Her eyes sparkle. “It’s the sort of magical talent I’d pretend I had when I was a kid.”

“Me too,” Saiko enthuses. The woman smiles at her.

“Back to the case,” Mutsuki says quickly.

When the woman is done, Shirazu shakes her hand in thanks. He has to beat Urie to this. “So, uh, Miss Megumi, would you want to grab…a candlelit dinner sometime?”

You dolt. Urie waits for her contempt.

“Oh.” The woman presses a hand over her heart. “That’s quite sweet of you, Mr. Shirazu. I don’t think so, but I’m sure some lady or lad will be very impressed with your considerate nature.”

Shirazu is pink-faced. “Okay.”

“You though.” Inspired, the woman turns to Saiko. “Can I have your number?”

Urie’s mouth drops, and Shirazu nearly faints. Mutsuki, however, grins.

“Certainly.” Saiko makes a big show of slowllllllly reading her number. “Call me.”

“I will!” The woman blows her a kiss and saunters off.

Urie shakes his head. “No. Fucking. Way.”

(because I’m still in denial) naki has something in his throat stopping him from breathing properly and therefore air cant get to his kakuhou. then he vomits out the mucus, giving miza a fright and then gasping for breath. miza starts crying and then he starts crying because she’s crying and she grabs him a dead oggai arm to eat so he can heal and theyre both a sobbing mess while miza says “I love you” several times I just need some fluffy stuff to make me cry bc I refuse to believe naki is dead

I want him back alive, too, Nonny-Mouse!

I can’t breathe. Naki gags. He claws at his throat. He’s going to die because – because he’s dumb and his body heals too fast!

Miza frowns. “You okay?”

Naki gags again, and then, to his relief, he vomits out mucus and a kagune shard.

Miza shrieks. “You were choking?”

“I couldn’t write it down,” Naki cries. “The skin healed over where their kagune stabbed me so I couldn’t breathe.”

Tears roll down Miza’s cheeks. “Don’t you ever almost die again.”

Naki starts to sniffle. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, silly.” Miza grabs an arm and hands it to him. “Please heal yourself.”

Naki bites into it gingerly, but opts for sucking the blood over chewing. “Hurts to swallow.”

“I love you,” Miza says again.

“I love you, too.” Naki’s throat begins to feel softer, and now he’s ready to kiss her.