Maruchika anon heeere, how have you been?~ can I ask for something fluffy where Chika thinks how much he loves Marude and how lucky he is that they are together? Maybe like a sequel for the last scenario you wrote~ lots of kissing and snuggling involved and some Hide being a tease at how cute they look and how un-washuu like Chika is acting, all blushing and everything~

I’ve been well, how are you my lovely Tho?

Chika Washuu is an early riser. But today he’s been awake since 3 am, watching Marude sleep beside him.

Maru snores as loud as his motorcycle motor. Chika chuckles to himself.

His best friend doesn’t hate him. He accepts him, after years of a lie.

Warmth spilled over in Chika’s heart, and he snuggles closer to Maru, wrapping him in his arms. That loneliness he always felt – it’s gone now.

Marude rolls over. “Aw shit, it’s dawn.”

Maru’s first words would include an expletive. Chika laughs.

Marude kisses him gently. “Are you okay?”

Chika nods.

“Time to meet Hide, then, and plan to get your son more involved.” Marude rises.

When they enter the coffeeshop, Marude points toward a mask-wearing kid. “Nagachika.”

Hide waves. He then sees Chika’s blush, and his hand entwined with Maru’s, and has to wink.

“Can you not, kid?” snaps Marude.

Hide scribbles on a paper. Can, but won’t?

Marude pouts.

You’re acting very much not like a Washuu, Chika. I like it.

Though his mouth is covered, Chika can tell the kid is smiling.

Kaneki enjoys his talks with Gohan, the half saiyan being impossible to even dislike with his humble and righteous nature. Slowly, he comes to fall for Gohan and struggles with it because he doesn’t think he’s good enough so someone like Gohan. But when his birthday comes around, he gets the surprise of his life when Gohan confesses to him.

“You should tell him.” Touka insists.

“No, I don’t think so.” Kaneki swallows. He’s too much of a coward, a failure, for someone like Gohan to like him. Gohan knows how to balance his pacifism with fighting. Gohan is content in himself.

Touka scowls. “Fine, be unhappy.”

“I don’t…what else can I do?” Kaneki blinks.

“Invite him to your birthday party,” she retorts.

“Party?!”

“Yeah. You’re having one.” Touka cackles with glee. “You can’t be friends with Shuu and not have a birthday party.”

When the birthday party comes, Kaneki finds it difficult to speak to Gohan. Sure, he already decided not to tell him, but somehow that feels scarier.

Gohan sips their coffee. “This is the best coffee around. Food of the gods.”

“Just the ghouls,” Touka jokes.

“Ghouls are amazing creatures.” Gohan seems sincere, and Kaneki’s heart leaps.

“You don’t think so, Kaneki?” Gohan uses his tail to tickle him. “You know, Kaneki, I’ve been wanting to say something to you…forgive me if it sounds impolite, but…”

Kaneki’s heart sinks. Gohan hates him.

“…I really like you. Not just as a friend.” Gohan slurps down the rest of his coffee. “How’s that for an awkward birthday confession?”

Kaneki splutters. “What?”

“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I just feel like – you know me really well, and you understand me, Kaneki.” Gohan smiles sweetly.

Kaneki leans forward. “Gohan, I … like you, too. Like, like like.”

Gohan laughs with relief. “Really?”

Kaneki nods. So even Gohan feels scared of love.

He’s not alone.

And today, he feels known.

kuroneki having his first time with hide(and kaneki tops)? I wanna see my dorky boys have fun together ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

Teehee.

“Kaneki, aren’t you tired of studying?” Hide pouts.

“I’m reading, not studying,” Kaneki admits.

“You are adorable.” Hide winks and inches closer to kiss his boyfriend.

Kaneki laughs. “What would you like to do instead?”

“Fun things.” Hide winks and pulls Kaneki into his bedroom. “Like this.”

Kaneki’s heart pounds. “Are you sure?”

“If you are.” Hide waits, his eyes wide.

Kaneki nods.

“Yessssss!” Hide pumps his fist in the air.

Kaneki hesitates. “Wait, how do we – who – ”

“Oh my god.” Hide chuckles. “Here. You can be on top. Undress me.”

“D-d-do you have protection?”

“Yes, Kaneki.” Hide winks again. “See, I paid attention in health class.”

“You did not!”

“True. Nishiki gave them to me.” Hide hops onto his bed and guides Kaneki down onto him. They kiss and explore each other’s mouths for what feels like hours.

And then Hide begins exploring more of Kaneki, pulling up his shirt and kissing his chest. And Kaneki dares to do the same to Hide. He wants Hide.

Their bodying move synchronously, and all Kaneki can this about is Hide, and how good Hide feels. All Hide thinks is Kaneki, Kaneki, I love Kaneki.

When Kaneki finally cries out, Hide smiles. “Yo know I love you, right?”

“Yes.” Kaneki’s lips tremble. “And I love you, too.”

Can I get some fluff/nsfw Uta please!?

“Hey.” Uta growls in his S/O’s ear. It’s nearly midnight, and he’s finally done with his mask. He’s proud of it, but also ready for another activity. “It’s been a long day.”

“Has it, hmm?” They smile coyly.

“Pay attention to me,” he whines.

“I always do.”

“Pay me special attention.” Uta wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh? What kind?” His S/O gasps as he lifts them up and plops them down on one of his tables. “Uta, there’s paint everywhere.”

“We can make it more messy.” He leans over them to nibble on their throat, and with a grin, they bite back into his mouth.

He fumbles with their pants and underwear. They giggle and pull him onto the table. As they roll around and leave marks on each other, their bodies become more and more splattered with colors.

Finally the two lie side by side, panting and tie-dyed.

“Well, that was fun,” they say.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells them. “Your body is work of art.”

“So is yours, Mr. Tattoo.” They poke him and both partners burst into laughter.

Yomo’s fem s/o giving birth but the baby is stillborn. (there, I just needed something depressing)

Content warning: stillbirth.

“You’re almost there,” Yomo says, rubbing his lover’s shoulders.

“Don’t push,” Itori says, trying to keep her voice light. She doesn’t like how she can see the umbilical cord before the baby.

“Huh?” Yomo’s S/O squints.

Itori draws her kagune. “I think the cord prolapsed.”

“What does that mean?” Yomo demands.

“It means I need you to keep her calm,” Itori says as calmly as she can manage. “While I cut her open.”

His lover gasps, but Yomo knows now is not the time for emotion. He holds her hands tight. “Look into my eyes.”

Itori curses herself for not noticing anything sooner as she carefully slices across her friend’s abdomen. She grabs the baby and holds it up.

“It’s not crying.” Yomo’s lover is already healing, but screw it, she doesn’t care.

It’s head it blue. Tears blur Itori’s vision, but she feels the baby’s heart. Please beat.

Nothing.

Itori begins compressing its tiny chest with her fingers, and Yomo’s lover is shaking. But Yomo won’t look, not now, because his lover is starting to fall apart.

“Uta! Get in here.” Itori’s voice breaks, and that’s when Yomo knows. “Come on kid, please.”

Uta comes in, and for once he looks utterly serious.

“What was the gender?” Yomo manages.

“Boy,” says Uta, tears gathering in his eyes.

“So baby Kuzen, hmm.” Yomo turns back to his lover, who is sobbing loudly.

“I’m sorry, Ren.” Itori clutches the baby.

“Wait! Can – can I hold it?” His lover whimpers. “I just want to pretend for a minute.”

Itori nods and hands over their son.

Kuzen is perfect. He should be here. She should have been in a hospital, her life as valuable as a human’s, so none of this would happen. Yomo holds his love in his arms and lets himself sob with her.

Can you write a continuation of that pregnant Itori story? And maybe the ghoul or ghoul couple that adopted baby Hikari?

“Itori, how are you?” Yomo sits across from her at Helter Skelter, where she’s holed up the last month. She says she’s busy regaining her figure and working harder than ever. He suspects this is not the case.

She looks up, her eyes red. From alcohol or crying, he’s unsure. “I miss her.”

Her voice rises. “I just – what was I thinking? I know how to evade CCG. Do her new parents? If she dies, is it my fault? What if she hates me?”

“All those feelings are natural.”

“They hurt.” Itori knows someday she will laugh at her despair. But that day is not today.

“Uta and I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” Itori brightens.

“Come along.” He drags her out of Helter Skelter, where a relieved Uta waits.

Yomo drives towards a well-to-do apartment complex with an enormous tree in the front. “We’re going to climb that tree.”

Itori snorts. “Why?”

“You’ll see.” Uta tugs her out of the car.

When they reach as high as gravity allows, Uta points inside one of the apartment complexes. The sunniest one.

“See?”

She gasps. That peach hair – the baby is being bounced up and down by a woman. A toddler boy, clad in sunshine yellow, clutches the woman’s leg and tries to pin a bow on Hikari’s hair. His hair is a similar shade to Hikari’s. She’ll blend right in.

She may not ever need to know she was adopted.

But she looks happy.

Itori presses a hand over her mouth to keep from crying. Uta doesn’t hold back, though, and even Yomo sniffles.

A tall man, who looks nothing like either kid, enters the apartment and greets his wife with a kiss. He immediately scoops up the toddler with one hand, and Hikari with the other. He kisses Hikari as the toddler boy kisses him.

Hikari giggles.

“She’s happy,” Itori whispers, her voice raw.

“You did good, girl,” Uta says back. “And we can come back anytime you like.”

“Thank you.” She throws her arms around both of them. “You are the best friends in the world.”

Say it was a fem s/o in that relationship hcs with Yomo. What happens when she accidentally gets pregnant? (bonus if it’s that Ukaku Hoshi from before xd)

Ooooh I’m glad you like Hoshi!

“Yomo, I’m fine,” Hoshi protests as he drags her into Anteiku.

“You can’t eat anything. I don’t think you’re fine.” Yomo scowls.

“Mr. Yoshimura, can you tell Yomo he’s being overprotective?” Hoshi whines, stomping her foot.

Yoshimura smiles. “What is the matter?”

“She doesn’t seem able to eat. I’ve never known a ghoul to vomit up human food and -” Yomo inhales sharply as Hoshi stumbles to a seat.

“Sorry, I was just lightheaded.”

Yoshimura furrows his brow. “Yomo, Hoshi: I realize this is a delicate subject but…do you think you may be pregnant?”

Hoshi pales, but Yomo’s face turns cherry red.

Hoshi, however, is already texting Itori. Yoshimura has said everything she suspected but was trying to – foolishly, she admits – ignore. “She’ll buy us a test.”

Yomo shakes. He can’t. Not Hoshi. A kid. “If – if you are – it’s too dangerous.”

Hoshi narrows her eyes. “I know I’m not exactly mother material, but I’m willing to learn if you are. My life is already dangerous. I think we deserve happiness, too.” Her voice falters. “Would that make you happy?”

“It’s make me scared.”

“But happy?” she presses.

Yomo meets her eyes and nods. Hoshi’s face melts.

“That,” says Yoshimura, “is all you can ask for.”

When Itori shows up, Uta naturally tags along. “I can’t believe that, of the three of us, you’re the one with an unplanned pregnancy.”

“We don’t know yet!” Hoshi shouts, grabbing the package and stomping to the restroom.

When she emerges, sweat glistens on her forehead. She nods.

Itori cheers and Uta yells “Congratulations!” Mr. Yoshimura smiles.

Yomo lifts up the tiny ghoul he loves and embraces her.

“I’m scared, too,” she whispers in his ear.

“We’ll make it work,” he replies, setting her down on the ground and giving her that tender smile she loves.

Utas lover doubting his feelings are sincere considering his involvement with the clowns and other shady activities, so he tries to be genuine but fails miserably

Uta can tell that something is wrong by his lover’s sudden silence. But he figures they will come to him when they feel like it.

Finally, at night, he sees them sitting in bed, biting their lip.

“Yes?” he prompts.

“Do you love me?” they demand. “Aw, shit. That came out harsher than I intended.”

Uta’s stomach is doing a dance. “What did you intend, then?”

“You say you live for amusement, Uta. I’m not the most amusing person. Is…is all I am a distraction? An amusement to trick, to fuck and to tease?” His lover catches their breath. “Would you cast me away like you did Mr. Yoshimura, hmm?”

Uta’s mouth drops. After a moment to collect himself, he grabs their hands and pulls them atop him. They can look down into his tattooed eyes. They can be in charge.

“No.” He can be vulnerable now, with them.

“It’s true I’m lonely. It’s true I love mischief. But I also don’t feel lonely with you. I mean it.”

“You’re also trying to seduce me,” they shoot back.

“I’m multitasking?”

His lover hops off him. “Uta, I’m confused.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” He sits up again. “Let’s talk. For real, this time.”

Yomo x Uta s/o pregnancy headcannons

Uta

– Totally makes his baby a mask before it’s born.

– Was probably told his lover was pregnant during an argument about his involvement with the clowns.

– Has 1001 baby names picked out.

– loves showing off his heavily pregnant lover to the rest of the Clowns.

– very good about massaging his lover’s feet and taking care of them in general.

– could spend entire evenings just listening to the baby’s heartbeat, or feeling it move.

– is probably fond of having awkward pregnancy sex.

– sobs when he finally holds his baby in his arms.

Yomo

– is very scared that something bad will happen to them the way it did to Hikari.

– if they aren’t married, will marry them right away.

– probably wishes he could take his lover’s place in labor.

– he will be super protective of them. He will also find a ghoul doctor, somewhere, anywhere in Tokyo for checkups.

– is embarrasses at Uta and Itori’s teasing about him being a baby daddy.

– his face subconsciously lights up every time he sees his pregnant lover.

– he has chills when he finally holds his baby in his arms.

tataras human lover nearly dying because of the cgg, and tatara sorta breaks down and realizes he loves them so much

Gunfire erupts from behind Tatara as he hurries with his lover towards Eto’s safe hideout, a cave nestled in the woods.

He puts her down on the ground. “Can you run? I’ll hold them off.”

“If you promise not to die,” she replies hotly before taking off.

Tatara turns around to face these idiotic people too unskilled for anything besides an Rc gun.

————————————–

“Catch her!” She stumbles, still thinking of her brother Houji, as rough hands throw her to the ground.

She tried to make it to the shelter, but once she saw investigators, she knew she had to lead them astray. Otherwise Aogiri would be done for.

“Wait. She’s not a ghoul.” The man, tall with spiky white hair, peers down at her. A mini Rc scanner gives off a pleasing hum as he points it at her.

“Why would a human team up with ghouls?” asks a short blonde woman.

The man lowers his scanner to her stomach. It shrieks.

He laughs at the kneeling woman, who’s starting to shake. “Well, if we don’t have a traitor to the human race.”

“Please,” she begs. Tatara would hate her begging, but she has no choice now.

“What if I just…relieve you of this burden?” His ukaku quinque brushes her stomach.

She gags. “No!”

A roar interrupts them. The One-Eyed Owl sends the investigators scattering. Tatara appears by Eto’s side, and for a moment, his lover thinks she’s safe.

A quinque runs through her chest. She can taste blood. This…this isn’t good…

The Owl screams and before she passes out, she feels Tatara’s arms around her.

—————————————-

Tatara paces back and forth. When he arrived at the hideout to find her missing, he’d known – of course she would be stupidly self-sacrificing.

Noro guards the door. Eto’s long since kicked him out.

Even Ayato is here, silent.

Finally, Eto opens the door. “Hey, Daddy-O.”

Tatara gasps and rushes in. She lies on the bed, pale but conscious, her chest wrapped in bloodied bandages.

And there’s a baby in her arms.

Tatara takes off his mask and to his relief, Eto has shooed everyone out. THey’re alone together.

“Hey,” she says weakly. “Meet your daughter.”

“She’s perfect.” Tatara hangs his head. “I’ve never felt fear like that. When I saw – his quinque – go through you.”

“I don’t think I have either,” she says with a trace of a smile.

He rolls his eyes. And the next thing she knows, he’s sitting besides her, weeping. “I love you so much. Don’t – don’t ever die. Please.”

She entwines her fingers with his. “I promise.”