Maruchika nsfw?

“Chika, what’s wrong?” Marude Itsuki is happy. Well, a nervous kind of happy. They’ve just apprehended an SS rate ghoul, their first enemy of that caliber. Now they sit in Chika’s apartment, sipping wine.

“N-nothing.” Chika flicks back his hair and smiles. It’s hard being the son of Tsuneyoshi, with the future of a bureau to defend humankind on his shoulders.

Marude smiles sympathetically. “I’m glad I got to take down this ghoul with you.”

Chika’s cheeks are flaming now. “Me too. I – when he had me pinned down – I was thinking that even if I died, I’d be happy because I got to fight with you.”

“Really?” Marude chuckles. “I’m flattered, Chika.”

He’s not sure what possesses him next, but he grabs Chika’s face and plants a kiss straight on his best friend’s lips.

Marude pulls back, realizing suddenly what he’s done. He’s kissed the heir to the CCG. He’s jeopardized a friendship and a career. “Chika – I – I’m sorry -”

“Don’t be.” Chika pulls him closer. “Do you – really feel that way?”

Marude nods, and the next thing he knows, Chika is kissing him back with more passion than a starving ghoul.

“Maru,” Chika whimpers in his ear. He mutters something else, too, but the only word Marude hears is ‘bedroom.’

And so Marude pulls Chika into the bedroom. Their lips never part, and the painting in the hallway is now off-kilter, but finally they fall onto Chika’s bed.

“You lead,” Chika whispers, because for once he doesn’t want to be in control.

Marude’s face is scarlet. Sweat beads his brow, and Chika has never thought him more beautiful.

He doesn’t feel like a ghoul right now. He doesn’t feel the damnation of his family or his upcoming nuptials to a breeding ghoul. He feels free, and warm, and loved.

It occurs to Chika, as Marude unbuckles his pants, that he might never have felt loved before.

With Maru here, he thinks as their bodies connect, he feels human. He feels like he’s worth something.

1/2 Okay can you write a scenario of next chapter when Yomo arrives back at the bureau late with Uta and Itori. While Touka is scolding Yomo (and getting aggressive looks from Take for bringing No Face), she notices that Uta, who isn’t wearing a shirt, has a bite mark on his shoulder. She takes a sniff and Yomo smells kinda like Uta. She tells him to take his jacket off – to which he gives her a condescending look, but after she presses, he does it and it appears that

2/2 he has a bite mark too and it takes a second for her (and others eg Ayato, Kaneki, etc) to process before overreacting a little.

Okay Nonny-Mouse, I died a little inside reading this. Love it.

“Uta, are you okay?” Touka gasps at the raw bite on his shoulder. That will scar. For sure.

“Uh, why is No-Face here?” Take points at Uta, who waves.

“You don’t wanna know,” Itori whispers, a mischievous grin on her shirt. “You don’t wanna sniff it, either.”

“How do you know it’s me if I don’t have a face?” Uta drawls. Touka bends forward to sniff.

Take growls as Yomo says, “He’s my friend.”

Touka’s face turns green.

Take blanches. “How?”

“Uncle Yomo, are you hurt, too? I think you should remove your jacket,” Touka says nervously.

Yomo pales. “It’s fine.”

“I think he’s definitely hurt,” Itori cheers.

“Renji, we don’t need you nearly dying again,” Take says. “Take it off.”

Yomo’s face is red as he unbuttons his jacket. He slides it off to reveal an identical mark to Uta’s.

Itori begins clapping.

“You got married?!” Touka shouts. “In the middle of battle?!”

“I might be pregnant, too,” says Uta. Touka smacks him right in his bite. “Husband, your niece is beating me.”

Kinda spoiler-ish to latest chapter, but can I request Uta’s gf’s reaction when Yomo carries Uta back to them after their fight, all beat up? I’m on mobile, so I can’t see whether or not this is agreeable with the rules. Btw, love your blog so so much!

Thank you!!!

“Uta, what the hell?” His GF rushes out of their apartment. “Renji, what happened?”

“He tried to eat me,” Yomo says simply.

Her expression sinks. “Uta.”

“Are you surprised?” Uta asks weakly as she leads him into their apartment, where Renji places him on the couch.

“Just disappointed,” she quips, grabbing a jar of eyes. “No, wait, you don’t deserve treats for this.”

“[Name]! I’m injured!” Uta whines.

“I love you, dear, so you’re eating healthy.” She pulls a heart out of their fridge. “Chew on this.”

“Can’t I at least have the fatty liver?”

“Nope.” She scowls, and Uta dutifully begins to eat.

“Don’t say it,” he says between bites.

“Say what?” Yomo looks confused.

“I told you so!” she shouts then, pointing at Yomo. “I told you he could beat you, and I told you the Clowns weren’t a good choice, and I told you to stay home tonight!”

“I like her,” Yomo says.

WAIT CAN I HAVE AN ETO DRIVING ARIMA AND SOUTA TO WORK? I HAVE NO CLUE WHY I WANT BUT IT’S GOING TO BE EPIC

“Now, play nice today, Souta-chan,” Eto says as she pretends to focus on the road.

“Please focus on the road,” Arima says.

“I am an expert multitasker, Kishou.”

“If you call me Souta-chan again, bitch, I will eat you.” Souta glares at Eto from the back seat.

“Someone’s a little too excited about his new kakugan,” Eto sings.

“Control your wife, Kishou!” Souta barks.

“Control yourself, Souta,” Arima says calmly, not even turning around.

“I think I was the one controlling Kishou last night,” Eto purrs.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna be sick,” Souta grumbles, leaning against the window.

Arima’s face is too flushed to move.

“Don’t put your greasy forehead against the windows!” Eto squawks.

“PAY ATTENTION!” Arima yelps, grabbing the wheel.

“I was.” And indeed, Eto’s kagune is on the wheel. “You have control issues, Kishou.”

Just then, Souta’s rinkaku creeps towards the front of the car.

“Are you kidding?!” Eto lunges for him, Arima yells, and the car flips over an embankment.

Five minutes later, the three watch as flames destroy their car.

“Well,” Eto says slowly, “at least we all regenerate quickly.”

Arima opens his mouth.

She cuts him off. “I’m not gonna say you were right.”

“Souta will.”

“Souta has too many insecurities about his big brother to do that,” Eto says, earning another glare – but silence – from Souta.

Happy star wars day!!! (or what’s left of it!) can we have Darth Ibis (owl in Latin) [Eto) vs Jedi Master Arima?

OMG DARTH IBIS

May the fourth be with you. ❤

“Come to the dark side! We have cookies!” cackles the tiny Sith Lord.

Jedi Master Arima Kishou swings his massive lightsaber towards Darth Ibis. “Only a fool would give up the light for cookies.”

“You’re no fun!” Darth Ibis tosses her green curls and launches another attack with her green saber.

Arima is not really sure how someone robed moved so fast. Darth Ibis must be using the force. “You cannot win.”

“Oh, can’t I?” Ibis wriggles her eyebrows. “I can already tell I am not what you were expecting.”

“That does not matter.”

“I can sense the anger in your heart, Master Arima.” She swings closer, smirking at him. “Parents, perhaps?”

“Anger is not a key to the dark side!” Arima points his lightsaber at her again.

“Oh, but don’t your holy books teach that?” Ibis trills. “Perhaps what is dark can be good, and what -”

Arima sees his opening and lunges.

Ibis barely dodges the blast, and stumbles into a wall. She’s trapped. “I wasn’t finished. And what is light can in fact be bad.”

Arima scowls.

“Now, I’m not saying they’re equivalent. Just that the world is more complex than you see, Master Arima.” She scoots out from under his arm. “By the way, my name is Eto. I look forward to fighting you again soon.”

Arima’s mouth falls as she vanishes, and he…he lets her go.

When uncle Hanbee catches a cold, Mizuki wants to help him get better by bringing him presents or (to try) assisting the other Suzuya squad members.

Based on characters from @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.”

“I got you a present, Uncle Hanbee.”

“Oh?” Hanbee pushes himself up, smiling as much as his sore throat will allow.

“Yes.” Michiko and Mizurou’s kid totters in, holding glass jar. “I caught you a spider!”

Hanbee wants to scream, but he settles for a “Oh, how nice.”

“Here you go.” The child takes it out of the glass and places it on Hanbee’s arm. “I named it after you. Hanbee Jr.”

“How nice,” Hanbee repeats, but now there are tears in his eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“Can you get your mom to give me my medicine?” Hanbee asks, not wanting to offend Mizuki.

Mizuki nods and runs off.

Michiko shakes her head a few minutes later. She removes the spider from Hanbee’s arm, laughing the entire time.

Meanwhile, Suzuya is about to lead his Squad on a mission to reports of another ghoul hunting humans.

“Wait for me!” Mizurou spends around to see his daughter running after them. “I want to fill in for Hanbee!”

“Michiko.” Mizurou calls his phone. “Can you pick up our daughter, please.”

He pauses. “She did WHAT to Hanbee?!”

I have no idea how to work Tumblr…STILL…but I’m trying. Sorry if I did this wrong 😂. May I have a Juuzou scenario where his S/O gets hurt because they were trying to protect him?

I think you work tumblr just wonderfully ❤ ❤ ❤

“Juuzou!” They use his familiar name as they dive in front of the kagune hurtling towards his head.

He spins around to see his S/O doubles over. A rinkaku impales their abdomen, but even through the pain, they look relieved.

“[NAME}!” Suzuya shrieks, lifting Jason. As his S/O holds onto the rinkaku, Suzuya leaps towards the ghoul, first slicing off their tentacle.

“We got this.” Keijin snaps his fingers. The rest of Suzuya Squad pile between Suzuya, his S/O, and the ghoul.

“[Name],” he whispers, scrambling to their side. Their face is pale, and their hair slick with sweat.

“I’m glad I got to you in time,” they say through ground teeth.

Suzuya knows they likely have major organ damage, but he’s not giving up. Not yet. “We need an ambulance!”

S/O was one of those rare people who could out-sugar Suzuya. Who loved the zoo and dancing for no reason. Who looked at him without disgust, without fear – with a look that made Suzuya want to be whomever they thought he was.

He can’t lose them.

“Please!” he begs into his phone.

Their hands crawls towards him, and he grips their fingers. Their precious fingers. “I love you.”

“It’s that bad, huh?” They try to laugh, only to grunt in pain. “It’s okay…I’ll be okay, Juuzou.”

The ambulance arrives soon after his squad has apprehended the ghoul, and Suzuya can only stare as his S/O is whisked away.

“Let’s go.” Hanbee taps Suzuya on his shoulder. “Miyuki’s driving us all to the hospital.”

“You’re not going through this alone,” Mizurou adds.

———————-

“I can’t believe I lost my spleen to a ghoul and it wasn’t even eaten,” complains his S/O a few days later. They’re jaundiced and thin, but alive. “That would be a much better story.”

Suzuya lies besides them in the hospital bed, because they insisted on his company.

“Open up.” Suzuya spoons ice cream into their mouth. Today’s the first day they’ve been allowed to eat, so he bought them the fanciest flavor he could find.

“I love you,” they say, mouth full.

“I love you too.” He strokes their hair, treasuring every second with them more than before. “I never want to lose you.”

Uta angst meeting his kid for the first time that he didn’t know he had until he saw his ex walking around the 4th ward one day

Uta doesn’t often do double takes.

And he never does thirds.

But right now he can’t believe his eyes. That silly human he had dated – the mysterious one, with flowing red hair like a witch and covered in in a labyrinth of tattoos – is back in the 4th ward.

And with them is a child, a toddler of about two.

He dated them two years ago.

Have they moved on so quick? Or…Uta tries to remain calm. There’s no way the blonde kid is his. Even if they have his color hair.

“Hey, [Name],” he calls out casually.

They look at him, as if they expected this. “Hello, Uta.” They grab their kid’s hand, as if afraid of him. “Uta, this is Sumira. Sumira, this is Uta.”

“Hi,” the child calls cheerfully.

Uta sees a blush on his ex’s face.

“[Name]?” He doesn’t need to ask further. “Are they…”

“They’re part human. A quarter-human, to be exact.” His ex pastes a grin on their face. “Can’t be, I assume, right?”

Uta’s throat dries. So that’s why… “I think you know the answer.”

“I’d rather hear you say it.”

Uta squats down so that he is eye-to-eye with his child. “Sumira, I’m your daddy.”

As the child gasps, he straightens. “Yes, I am a half-ghoul.”

“Daddy?!” The little girl reaches for him, and Uta gingerly lifts her into his arms. An unexpected emotion – peace – floods through his body.

“She nearly died because you kept it from me,” says his ex.

“Is that why?” Uta holds his breath.

“Why I left?” His ex sighs. “No. I left to keep them safe. If any of your enemies found out you had a kid…”

“So you didn’t want to leave me?”

“Truthfully, I was pretty pissed you never told me who you were.” They hang their head.

“Is there any going back?” Uta asks.

“Let’s get coffee,” giggles Sumira in Uta’s ear.

Uta cocks his head at his ex.

They smile. “Let’s start with that. And maybe an origin story.”

Yoriko is having very bad moodswings and drastic different tastes and everyone but Yoriko and Takeomi realises she’s pregnant

“Ugh, I am so sorry, Takeomi!” Yoriko snatches the buttery croissant her husband is enjoying from his hands to throw it in the garbage.

“Yoriko?” He blinks.

“It tastes awful. I’m so sorry. I’ll go make better ones.” Yoriko scowls. Tears prick her eyes. “I’ve never made a mistake like this before. All my customers are gonna leave!”

“Yoriko, sweetheart, it’s okay,” gasps Takeomi, taking her in his arms as she begins to cry.

“Well, I’m out.” Urie stands up quickly.

“Just a second. Did you like your croissant?” Touka blocks the door and glares at him.

“Well, yeah.” Urie sighs. Comfort, eh? “Mine was good, Yoriko.”

“Really?” She brightens.

“I liked mine!” Saiko pipes up.

Yoriko frowns. “What’s wrong with me lately?”

“Do you think you should see a doctor?” Takeomi asks, suddenly nervous. “I’m sure you’re fine, Yoriko.”

Touka and Mutsuki exchange glances.

“I don’t know!” She tears up again.

Kaneki notices his wife and the Quinx smirking at each other. And then at Touka’s large stomach. Oh – oh!

Urie sees Kaneki’s excitement, and briskly waves his hand to shut his former boss, now friend, up. He sidles up to Takeomi and wraps an arm around his former rival. “So…been adventurous lately, eh?”

“Huh?” Takeomi blinks at Urie.

Urie can’t hide his smirk.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Takeomi is mildly frightened.

“Looks like Yoriko’s already baking more buns for you,” Urie tries again.

“The oven’s cold…that’s why I was so upset,” says Yoriko, wiping her eyes. “It’ll take longer.”

Now Urie turns to Kaneki with a whimper.

“Yoriko…I think…” Kaneki stammers.

“You’re pregnant,” Touka finishes. “Probably.”

Takeomi falls to the floor.

“Catch him!” Yoriko cries.

“Oops, sorry.” Urie bends over to shake his dazed friend. “I think he’s okay.”

“Urie…” Takeomi clutches him. “You have to be the godfather!”

I’m… not in a great place mentally, so could I get some AriEto and Houji/Tatara fluff to cheer me up?

Oh, I’m so sorry – do you want a hug? ❤ ❤ ❤

“You’re joking,” says Arima.

“I’m totally not,” Eto says, straddling him. “Houji and Tatara are meeting in this same resort.”

“I thought Houji hated Tatara,” Arima says in confusion as Eto blinds him. And by blind, she removes his glasses so she can pepper his face with kisses.

“Gosh, you’re so distracting,” Eto murmurs. “Well, they do, but they sometimes realize all that hatred stems from love and arrange weekend trysts. Just like us, eh?”

“I don’t hate you,” Arima says, smiling a genuine smile at Eto. It takes her breath away. “I never have.”

“I know, Kishou.” Eto settles herself atop his chest. “I love you, too.”

Across the hotel, Houji glares at Tatara. “This doesn’t make up for anything.”

“I’m the one who lost family because of you,” Tatara retorts, handing him a perfectly crafted White Russian. The same drink he made the night they met. “Well? Is it as good as you remember?”

“Damn you,” growls Houji. “You can’t even drink it. How can you make something so good?”

“I’m talented.” Tatara smirks and reaches for his bottle of blood wine.

“An entire bottle?”

“I never get drunk.” Tatara grins.

Houji colors. Because he has, often, in front of Tatara. In fact, Tatara used to tuck him into bed and take care of him when he was hungover.

“I’ve always wondered,” says Tatara, “why you drank so much if you knew I was a ghoul. If you were undercover.”

Houji hangs his head. “I did because I was desperate for you to have one, just one, drink with me, so I could call CCG off you.”

Tatara purses his lips to cover his emotions. “I see.”

He tilts his head. “Kiss me.”

“I thought you’d never want that again.” Houji lunges for him.

“I’ll always want you,” Tatara whispers in his lover’s ear.