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.”

Yomouta needs more love. Yomouta nsfw and sfw hcs?

I agree. Yomo and Uta’s relationship needs all the love.

SFW

– It’s not uncommon for Yomo to come home and find that Uta has redecorated his entire apartment. The worst was when Uta made it a haunted house while Yomo was sleeping. He woke up to a living nightmare.

– Yomo likes tracing the outlines of Uta’s tattoo while Uta sleeps.

– Every year, on the anniversary of Hikari’s death, Uta takes Yomo out for a long stroll through all of her favorite places. There’s a lot of cuddling and Yomo refusing to cry, so Uta makes a scene bawling for him.

– Uta was actually pretty devastated he he no longer led the 4th ward. He went through a life crisis and stopped eating. Yomo stole all of Anteiku’s eyeballs and had to force-feed him.

– Koma once asked Uta when the ring was coming, and the expression on Yomo’s face scared the great Devil Ape from ever asking again.

NSFW

– Uta is rather kinky. Yomo is not. They usually require long conversations to decide on what they want to try/not try.

– Itori once walked into Uta’s apartment, excited about the latest gossip, to find the two of them naked in Uta’s bed. She screamed with joy and hugged them, even though they were still naked. This is how she found out about their relationship.

– They shared their first kiss the night Yomo was nearly killed by Arima. Uta visited him and confessed he would have been quite sad to lose his friend. Yomo stared back at him, and Uta smashed his lips against his. Yomo, of course, returned the kiss.

– Uta is a fan of squeezing Yomo’s rear end, or lightly brushing agains this thighs, during the day/when they’re busy. Yomo rather likes it, though he’s also too shy to do the same.

– He once did. Uta screamed and told everyone present.

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.”

tokyo ghoul boys as commercials

Kaneki Ken – A trailer for the latest thriller novel from Takatsuki Sen.

Nagachika Hideyoshi – Come to Hawaii, where it’s sunny all the time!

Nishiki Nishio – The latest pharmaceutical. “If you feel like eating human flesh, talk to your doctor. Nishikimiazole may be right for you.”

Koma Enji – An infomercial on how to make the Devil Ape’s Best Coffee.

Tsukiyama Shuu – L’Oreal, because he’s worth it.

Urie Kuki – Advertising firm for career building.

Mutsuki Tooru – Mental health awareness.

Shirazu Ginshi – He and Haru star in a new ad for a research study on for Rc cell over-secretion.

Higemaru Touma – Firefighter appreciation.

Aura Shinsanpei – A trailer for the latest melodrama.

Amon Koutarou – Dunkin’ Donuts

Takizawa Seidou – Antidepressant medication.

Suzuya Juuzou – Skittles commercial.

Hanbee Abara – Social anxiety medication.

Miyuki Mikage – Science museum ad.

Keijin Nakarai – Can you hear me now? Smartphone service.

Mizurou Tamaki – The best beef steak in Tokyo!

Shinohara Yukinori – Be a mentor or child sponsorship.

Tatara – Spy thriller movie.

Naki – Rent your best white suit ever.

Yamori – Creepy ad for an undefined “research study.” Pulled after 1 air.

Ayato Kirishima – Axe Body Spray.

Yomo Renji – Visit Re Cafe!

Uta – Tattoo shop.

Arima Kishou – Glaucoma PSA.

Nimura Furuta – Maybe it’s Maybelline! Or maybe it’s ghoul regeneration!

Kuriowa Takeomi – Lumberjacking, or eyebrow styling.

Kuriowa Iwao – Sports ad.

Ui Koori – NicoDerm.

Hirako Take – Sad, abused animal PSA set to moving music.

Ihei Shio – the best ice cream in Tokyo.

Yusa Arima – martial arts studio.

Mayazumi – eyebrow styling.

Hajime Hazuki – PTSD medication.

Washuu Matsuri – A dating app.

Washuu Yoshitoki – Hiking!

Marude Itsuki – the next gun show.

Tanakamaru Mougan – Hairspray.

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.

Eto takes Arima with her, lingerie shopping!

“Kishou, pay attention.” Eto removes her hands from Arima’s eyes and slips out of the piggy-back ride.

“What are these?” Arima goggles at the…

“Bras!” Eto holds up one. “We have dominatrix black spikes, sweet princess pink, a rainbow clown…What would you like?”

“Whatever you want.” Arima’s cheeks burn.

“No. I want to know what turns you on the most.” Eto frowns. “Otherwise i’ll have to buy them all, you know. One by one, we’ll test them out until I discover your Achilles’ heel.”

“Eto, no,” Arima protests. He sees the light in her eyes.

“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.” Eto points to a garter belt. “Would you like me to wear one? I think I want to.”

She prances to another aisle. “Kishou, what if we get matching corsets?”

“You’ll never get me into one,” he says.

“Not even if I dress up in this?” Eto holds up a green negligee so scanty Arima gasps.

You better believe he wore the corset that night. And that he had his own special closet for every unmentionable Eto purchased that day.