#F/O COME FEEL MY HAIR ITS SOOOOO SOFT

[cosmic-ships]

Woke up, caught myself in the mirror and did a fucking double take.

My stupid goldfish brain forgot I dyed my hair 😂😂😂😂

[sleepsacked]

jeong yunho nsfw a-z

18+ mdni!!!!!

it has been a while since i've done one of these, catching up on the members for this in lieu of waiting for my san fic to upload later tn xo

p.p.s will be doing these in age order so mr. yeosang will be next :3

2024 © sleepsacked

a ⋆ aftercare (how he is after sex)

i think yunho is more so the type to be pretty basic with the aftercare like jus clean you both right up and cuddle for the rest of the time you guys have together, he seems like he'd be a reallllll sleepy guy and hear me out...,, Little Spoon Yunho. okok hear me out again.... Little Spoon Yunho.... who Loves. Back rubs from you OHHHHH too good

b ⋆ body part (his favorite body part)

thighs. 1000000% thighs. Loves the squishy, smooth, softness of them all, loves to use yours as a pillow and loves to kiss and suck on them every chance he gets when he's going down on you.

c ⋆ cum (anything to do with cum)

it wouldn't be very often like GENUINELY. would not be very often.... but when you did indulge in him... he'd love to come on your face... IT WOULDN'T BE OFTEN...... but man would he love seeing your face filthy with him after going down on him...

d ⋆ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Voyeurism. That's it. I won't even elaborate. Voyeurism.

e ⋆ experience (how experienced is he?)

i think had i wrote this in 2022 with my hj and hwa ones, i'd say not a lot of experience, but in 2024... i think he's definitely gad his fair share of hookups jus... hasn't been able to really experiment because they've all been quickies more or less

f ⋆ fav position (sex position)

you know what, i was gonna say smth like doggy or cowgirl whatever right... but then i thought abt that one svt woozi tweet where it said smth abt spanish guitar (the sex position) and suddenly. Yunho. 100000% Fav position. Spanish Guitar. LOL..

g ⋆ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

i don't think he's necessarily goofy but he is more so clumsy... def gives off big pup energy?-?????? just wants to treat you good but stumbles over himself and gets clumsy

h ⋆ hair (how groomed is he?)

honestly, i have a feeling he wouldn't be that groomed like hairless type groom but would jus be trimmed up fs

i ⋆ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

the way he displays his passion is through his dominance lol he feels best when he's got you all to himself and can feel that you're mind is only consumed with him, it drives him INSANEEEE

j ⋆ jack off (how often he masturbates)

i feel like this is where it gets crazy for him, cuz i dont think he'd necessarily masturbate 24/7 but he'd definitely like to edge himself to the thought of you and wait as long as he needed until you guys met up so he could empty himself in you entirely 100000000000000000000%

k ⋆ kink (one or more)

size size size ik this is sooooo overplayed with yunho but its literalllllllllllllllly so true would love fucking you in missionary but having you soooo close almost laying most of his weight on you as he fucks into you wooooo loves feeling you press up against him when he's like that too

l ⋆ location (fav place to do it)

feel like he'd love to do it anywhere in your home, the kitchen, the living room, on the table, etc. but apart from there i think he'd definitely be into car sex 100%

m ⋆ motivation (what keeps him going)

loves when you send him audios of you touching yourself when he's away on schedules, literally drives him madddddd he will edge himself as long as he can listening to you bring yourself to your orgasm thinking abt him oh geez

o ⋆ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

he doesn't give munch material LOL... doesn't mind giving head but definitely would rather just fuck you instead.. he does like receiving though

p ⋆ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

truthfully, his vibe isn't necessarily fast ?? more like deep strokes but rough strokes-????-???? and once he found that perfect spot in you, only then would he go faster yup yup

q ⋆ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

because he seems like the type to enjoy car sex, i could 100% see him enjoying quickies. i think in the beginning of a relationship where its in the honeymoon/affectionate phase, he would soooooo want to have you at all times

r ⋆ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

i think like seonghwa.. would experiment some, but pretty vanilla things and things that are more dom/sub power dynamic related >> can’t see him being like “yes babe im SO down to peg :D!!” LOL

s ⋆ stamina (how long can he last?)

average stamina ?? LOL only cause with him foreplay would begin from the moment you both wake up and continue thru out the way and then finally when there is a moment to finally unwind together it would be everything all at once

t ⋆ toys (does he use/own any?)

Yes. toys are not his Enemy but His Support. but unlike seonghwa, toys would be his support in helping tease and torture you lol. oh you touched yourself when he said not to??? vibrator to the clit until you're shaking and crying actually matter of fact i think now... yunho would have a slight dacryphilia kink hellllooooooo

u ⋆ unfair (how much does he tease?)

he doesn't like to tease much, he's more so the type to jus put you in your place from the jump no questions asked

v ⋆ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

groaner 100000% and knows it drives you wild when he makes all types of noises just for you

w ⋆ wild card (random headcanon for him)

panties. Just. Panties... Loves them... A lot.

x ⋆ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

a little bigger than average but definitely got some girth one him... definitely a prettier one to look at

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

his sex drive would be subjective to how high yours is, if its high, he can match that, if its not, he can match that and lean more into romantic/emotional intimacy and taking care of your needs on that higher level more than physical needs (this isn't including pda though however)

z ⋆ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

this one is a eepy guy for sure lol likes to chat with you a little but mostly just cuddle and lay kisses all over your chest and face before ultimately falling asleep with his head on your chest - dont let the rest of the guys find out he likes to be little spoon though he will definitely be embarassed for days, maybe even weeeeeeeks

[joeyglowy]

sleepover with Atsumu, where he gets all cuddly and sweet and S O F T✨✨ with his girlfriend?

Atsumu would probably only ever bring you over to his place to play games because he aint getting any action with that bunk bed. I feel like Atsumu’s not really sweet and soft in the conventional sense since he’s the type to get embarrassed about being really honest since he’s a brat but I tried my best!

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

ENDEARING.

“You’re a goddamn leech, you’re here because we can’t have sex at your place thanks to that bloody bunk bed so you came crawling over here to have it instead, right?”

 “I didn’t even say anything yet!” Atsumu squawked adamantly but you only regarded him with suspicion.

 “You don’t have to, it’s written all over your horny face that you’re up to no good.”

 “How mean! I just wanted a sleepover!”

 You narrowed your eyes. “…Is that codename for ‘I just wanted to sleep with you… naked with our genitals touching?’”

 “ARRRGHH! I can think about things other than sex ya know?!”

 For a moment, you paused. Atsumu sighed in relief, happy that you finally seemed to have gotten it—

 “Then I’ll have to arrest you for the falsification of identity and murder of the local asshole, Miya Atsumu. AKA, my sexually insatiable boyfriend.”

 “Why do you treat me this way?” Atsumu deadpanned at you, visibly unamused with a hint of devastation on the side as you bit back a grin… very poorly since Atsumu could clearly see your fucking pearly white teeth stretching across your smile as you snickered.

 “Come on, it’s just the norm to tease you ‘Tsumu, otherwise your head will get too big. I bully you in the most endearing way possible,” you say playfully as you went on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a firm hug. Atsumu pouted, grumbling into your shoulder before picking you up to which you let out a small squeal as he spun you around. Even after putting you down, he growled, giving your ear a playful nip only to have his face be swatted away by your hand as you pulled away, ignoring his whines.

 “Well, come in love, and close the door,” you had said before briskly walking away. Atsumu pouted at the mischievous gleam in your eye but obliged to your request, shoes off and following you in like an excited puppy. He saw you make a beeline to the kitchen stove and with an idle hum, he hugged you from behind and nestled his chin into your shoulder to peer over your work.

 “Whatcha doin’?” he murmured into your neck, watching you with a lazy eye.

 “I was making myself noodles before you came! I suppose I can share some with you though. So, what’s up, how come you’re here?” you ask him, feeling him sigh contently, the rumble reverberating in his chest could be felt on your back as you grinned. Still, you glanced back at the bag he held with a suspicious look.

 “What, can’t I just come here ta spend some time with my girlfriend?” he laughed through his words, bright and twinkly before a sneaky grin formed on his lips. “My precious girlfriend who wouldn’t mind if I slept over since her parents are out?”

 You stopped your stirring to look at him with a blank expression.

 “I knew you were just here for sex.”

 Atsumu gawked, recoiling his head back in a fashion that reminded you of an affronted rooster. Well, with his hair garishly blinding you the way it did, a rooster might be the perfect way to describe Atsumu anyway. But then again, he was probably more of a peacock. But, that’s obviously just a euphemism for a pretty dick.

 “I’m not here just for sex…” Atsumu trailed off guiltily before he snuggled into you some more. “I wanna be with you too… and ya know ya love me [Name]~ ya want the same thing, righ’?” he teased impishly, a dopey grin kittenishly spreading across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

 “Yeah, yeah, I do love you, you asshole.”

 Atsumu’s breath hitched and you felt him lift his chin—awwh, he was so warm—from your shoulder. You blinked in confusion to see a stunned and slightly dishevelled looking Atsumu gape back at you.

 “R-really?” he gasped, a hopeful glint in his eye.

 You frowned at him for a moment before realising that, that had been the first time you’ve ever associated ‘love’ with Atsumu. Atsumu couldn’t help the grin that crept to his lips as he watched your face slowly turn pink to red before you huffed, returning back to your cooking, now angrily flustered.

 “Awww, babe, yer so embarrassing~” he smirked like the cunning fox he is, trying to wrap his arms around your waist again as he cackled. “You must be sooooo embarrassed~” he sung a little too joyfully like a bratty school boy as you snarled.

 “Fuck you, why do I have to be the one to do everything first huh? I asked you out first, kissed you first, now saying that first,” you rambled as Atsumu raised a lazy brow with a cruel smile.

 “Finished first?”

 The glare you offered him was so witheringly heartbreaking, it was enough to reduce a grown convicted murderer to tears. Hell, it might have even been enough to scare Kita-senpai.

 “Get the fuck out.”

 Atsumu despaired, shivering at your low voice—he was both a little scared and aroused—as you turned your back on him. When he tried to reach you again, you promptly back handed his nose and he groaned, doubling over.

 “You’ve lost hugging privileges. Leave.”

 “N-no, [Name]-chan, come on! I’m joking—ACK! [Name]-chan, please! Come on, I’ll be good!” Atsumu cried out in the midst of your surprisingly well aimed attacks at his face using your backhand alone while still expertly cooking at the same time. You chuffed, before grimacing to hear his pleading tone. Goddammit, Atsumu begging is something that no mere mortal can ignore.

 “Fine, fine! Go set up a goddamn movie and don’t fucking touch me!” you commanded harshly in which Atsumu responds with a mocking salute before rushing off to your living room, not hearing the, “dammit I’m so weak,” you whispered under your breath, berating your heart for giving in so easily to his antics.

 By the time you had finished your noodles, with some other toppings and a fried egg, you made your way to the couch, already knowing that your boyfriend’s probably put on some cheesy American action film. Rolling your eyes, you glowered at Atsumu who sported a lazy grin and tried doing the sexy lying down pose as he lay on his side, his feet stretching across the couch with his arm propping his head up. You narrowed your eyes dangerously before harshly pinching the thin skin by Atsumu’s ankle. He yowled, instinctively pulling up his legs as your malicious cackles filled the air before you squeezed yourself into the corner of the couch at a considerable distance from Atsumu. Atsumu pouted before he basically threw himself over you, roughly wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your arm.

 “Wow, clingy. I thought I was sooooo embarrassing,” you say scathingly, ignoring his whines in favour of eating your delicious noodles.

 “[Name]-chan! Come on, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean it!” he cried out but seeing you train your eyes on the screen only made him grimace before looking away sheepishly, digging his head into your shoulder. “I… I had another fight with ‘Samu.”

 You raised a brow carefully before shaking your head. “Were you hoping I’d take your side and say, ‘You’re right ‘Tsumu! Osamu’s a dummy head that’s always unreasonable and stupid.’ Hm?” you ask mockingly.

 Atsumu winced before huffing. “No, course not. We always get over it anyways, I just…” Atsumu trailed off before he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. “Yer just, warm, and soft to cuddle, that’s all.”

 For a moment you didn’t say anything and Atsumu was worried that you still might be mad when he felt a soft pressure on top of his head and smiled seeing you continue eating with your head gently placed on his. He inhaled your scent contently although unsurprisingly you just smelt like noodles. Its rare moments like this that Atsumu finds himself appreciating the most. You’re always so blunt and honest, that’s why any time you do anything intimate, he knows you always mean it, it always feels special coming from you.

 “I know you mean well but by calling me soft, but please leave my goddamn chub alone.”

 Until you ruin it.

 Atsumu blinked for a moment before he started laughing—although it sounded more like a hyena cackle than anything, the bastard wouldn’t stop—until he doubled over, clutching his stomach. You glared at him, greatly unamused, his snickering still continuing as he grinned at you mischievously, tears at his eyes.

 “Whaaaat? Chub just makes you squishy and all people are squishy!” he offered, still wheezing in between his breaths as your scowl hardened.

 “You’re not squishy!” you announced furiously, jabbing him in the chest to which he feigned pain by clutching the spot with his hands, as if you had stabbed him. “You’re made of muscle! Hard muscle!”

 “Yeah, but you’re squishy where it counts…” he slurred, low and sensuous, a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes sauntered down to your—

 “SUBTLE, REAL SUBTLE, GET OFF MY DAMN COUCH.”

 Atsumu didn’t even register you putting your noodles on the table before promptly shoving him off the couch, his world spinning on its axis. In a fit of panic, Atsumu latched onto the first thing he could which—unfortunately happened to be you. You let out a shriek as Atsumu pulled you down to the floor with him, the wind getting knocked out of you as you groaned.

 When you lifted your head, you found yourself on Atsumu’s chest, a gleeful smirk and a smouldering gaze drinking you in as you felt his hands cradle your lower back. You deadpanned while he settled for that husky chuckle of his.

 “You’re a menace. I hate you.”

 “In the most endearing way possible?”

 You glanced back to see his cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it as you snorted as he used your own words against you. You stared at him closely for a moment before mumbling so that only he could hear, “Did you want to talk about your fight or nah?”

 He hummed for a moment. “Nah, this… this is enough.”

 You both laid there on the floor, holding each other for a little while, barely watching the movie as you felt Atsumu’s steady heartbeat continue a rhythmic thrum beneath your ear. You took a deep breath before grabbing his shoulders and pulled yourself closer to him so you were nose to nose. He raised a curious brow at you smiled a smile filled with sugar and honey.

 “I love you Atsumu.”

 Atsumu blinked slowly, replaying the words over and over in his mind, your conviction stunning him into silence. You watched with a hint of amusement to see his face turn from pink to red as a small frown slowly began to contort on his face, as if to ask if you were making fun of him. When you continued to stare at him with your burning adoration, he ducked his head almost shyly and in a quick movement, he had quickly pecked your lips before turning his head to the side as a poor attempt to hide his face from your gaze.

 “Love you too,” he murmured under his breath, barely audible and you couldn’t help the grin as he pouted after a moment, whining, “Come on~ let’s get back to the movie!” although it didn’t hide the way his voice cracked just a little. He clammed up, embarrassed. You smirked.

 Oh?

 “Hmm, don’t wanna.” You slowly pushed yourself to your hands and knees as Atsumu looked up at you in shock, a little nervous smile on his lips.

 “Eh? You wanna top or somethin’ [Name]?” he asked coolly, however his eyes betrayed him, suddenly on high alert as you hovered over him dangerously.

 “I’m just not in the mood for TV when I could be showing you just how much I love you,” you whisper into his ear with dulcet tones as you watched it turn red. Atsumu, now a little flustered from your forward approach—although definitely turned on—he felt himself swallow his saliva, unable to alleviate the sexual tension in the air.

 “E-eh? Ya wanna do it on the floor—AH!”

 Atsumu was cut off by a rather airy moan when your lips suddenly started sucking on his neck, a rather sensitive spot for him which you always worked at relentlessly. Before Atsumu could really enjoy it though, you pulled away too quickly, leaving your hickey unfinished as you scrunched up your nose before hanging your tongue out in disgust.

 “Never mind, I’m turned off, you taste like sweat. I’d rather go back to noodles.”

 Atsumu spluttered on the spot, both embarrassed and infuriated as you jumped back onto the couch, gleefully taking up your noodles before you resumed eating. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to get back to the movie?” you asked with a teasing lilt in your sing song voice, your eyes twinkling with mischief as he reddened ever further.

 “Y-you–! That’s–!” he stammered, unable to stop gawking at you as you patted the spot beside you, suddenly ‘invested’ in the movie. He pouted angrily, fuming as he sat by your side, roughly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, the other latching onto waist as he glared at you, waiting for you to notice him.

 When you didn’t give him the attention he wanted, he huffed and petulantly ate your next forkful of noodles, never breaking eye contact with you as your lips quirked up in amusement. He had to admit, the noodles were good as he greedily swallowed them down. He blinked in surprise when he felt you give his jaw a quick peck as you snuggled deeper into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

 “I hate you,” he spat childishly, seeing that his attempts to infuriate you did not work at all.

 “In the most endearing way?” you asked playfully.

 He sighed before digging his cheek into your hair with a lazy smile, squeezing you just a little tighter.

 “Yeah.”

[ficsandpieces]

I was looking through the list of already made asks and I saw juniors first steps and was wondering we could also get juniors first word(s)???

YES YOU CAN, ANON \( ´ ▽ ` )/

Reiji’s twins:

The first thing his son said was “Num-num” because Reiji was cooking something that smelt really, really good and stirring the pot with one hand while keeping up a running commentary to the baby balanced on his other arm and, well baby has a good appetite and was hungry

The next thing the baby knew he was out of his father’s arms and being seated on the kitchen counter, Reiji in front of him and eagerly showing him anything and everything that he can get his hands on in the hopes of hearing him say it again

So far he’s tried a tin of tomatoes, an apple, expired cup noodles (which went straight into the trash after his son knocked it out of his hand and scowled at him), cloves of ginger,various condiments ranging from salt and sugar to vinegar, a head of broccoli and a bag of potatoes

Reiji even raided the fridge in his excitement at his boy’s first word, presenting to him butter, a bottle of fizzy drink (Baby squealing and clapping his hands in glee when Reiji opened it with a ‘pop’, which wasn’t quite the reaction he had been hoping for but still warmed his heart nonetheless), some leftover chocolates and a spiky fruit which he had no idea why or how it was in the fridge to begin with and that he himself didn’t know the name of

A little disheartened when another vocal miracle did not manifest, Reiji idly picked up a container of leftover fried chicken from the previous night and shook it half-heartedly at his boy

“Num-num!”* Reiji, not believing his ears, shook the container again and was rewarded with another baby version of the word for food and his son trying to take the container from him

He spent the rest of the day calling up everyone he knew (and texting and emailing those who either hung up on him or did not take his call) to both sob at and boast about his boy’s first word

(Ranmaru listened with some understanding at first, but a sizable vein-pop manifested on his temple after ten minutes of listening Reiji repeat himself

Camus hung up when Reiji paused to take a deep breath to recover

Ai, who had been in the middle of something, very sensibly switched off his phone after confirming it wasn’t about work

Reiji blubbered to Ai’s voice mail for a whole twenty minutes before realising that Ai wasn’t even there)

The Kotobuki family ended up having leftovers for days after that since right afterwards Reiji’s mother came over, equally as exhilarated as her son at the news, and the two of them whipped up enough food to feed a few small countries in a frenzy of excitement

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“You wanna count with Daddy all the ways Daddy loves you? Okay~! One, Daddy loves you so much I would climb the bi–ggest, hi–ghest mountains if you wanted me to. Two, Daddy would do anything, anything in the world for you and your brother and your mommy but you knew that already, right? Three, Daddy would even, well, Daddy would even give up karaage for you. But you wouldn’t torture Daddy like that, right? You love Daddy just as much, don’t you? So much so much sooooo much~”

Reiji’s cheerfully bouncing his baby girl on his lap, enjoying their father-daughter time together

Apparently his daughter thought differently because one little arm flailed and her hand landed on Reiji’s lips, stopping up his mouth momentarily

“What’s that, my baby girl? You think Daddy’s talking too much? Noooo, you need to learn to appreciate the charm of a man who has a way with words like Daddy does—”

“Da!”

This time Reiji’s mouth stopped moving on its own accord

His little girl cocked her head at him, wondering why it was suddenly so quiet

“Dada?”

His mouth moving without forming any coherent words, Reiji stared at his daughter in his arms

His lips trembled and he had to swallow before speaking again

“Say that again for Daddy?” His voice was hoarse, his arms shaking as he held his baby girl up

“Da!”

He broke down completely then, throwing his head back, his puzzled daughter clasped tight to his chest as he bawled openly

Reiji was inconsolable for the rest of the day and the next

His S/O had to spend at least half an hour wiping the tears from his face and coaxing him to tell her what happened while his daughter was trying to squirm out of his grasp and towards her mother

Camus’ daughter:

“ ‘anda!”

Camus froze and stared at his daughter in his arms, who was holding out her arms to Alexander at his feet

“Did you just say ‘Alexander’, angel?”

“ ‘anda!” she insisted, still trying to make her way to Alexander himself, now on his feet and wagging his tail at her, a sign that he was ready to play horsie again

It was the sound of their daughter throwing a minor tantrum that made Camus’ S/O pop her head in to check on them and be greeted by the sight of Camus holding his daughter up with both hands, his face buried solidly in her hair, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs while their baby squirmed and bawled

Alexander was up on his hind legs and leaning on Camus, his nose nudging his arm to release the toddler so that they could go galloping around the house again

Ai’s son:

His son noticed that every time Mommy said a certain word she would either kiss Daddy on the face somewhere or Daddy would do the same for her

And baby boy loves getting hugs and kisses

“Hai?”

Ai stared at his son, his boy holding up his arms towards him with a very expectant look on his face

“What was that again?”

His son tried again, experimentally rolling the word around in his mouth to get it right

(Daddy was very big on saying words correctly)

“Ai!”

Ai.exe and a thousand other programs hung on the spot

Rebooting system, please wait…

“Did you…  Could it be that you just said my name?”

His son was getting impatient

“Ai—” he whined, lips pulling into a pout at how the word wasn’t working and no hugs and kisses were forthcoming

There were times when Ai really, really felt that he was going to cry and never failed to be surprised when no tears came out

That day rated among the top three

The only way Ai could relieve the sudden strong waves of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him was by holding his son tight to him, his head in the crook of his baby boy’s neck

Baby was delighted that the word was finally working

“Say it again?”

“Ai!”

“Again.”

“Ai?”

“Once more.”

“Ai!”

“Again.”

“Bai?”

“Not ‘bai’. ‘Ai’. Come on.”

“Bah.”

Ranmaru’s son and daughter:

Ranmaru’s filling up the cat bowls with food, ignoring the meowing cats twining around his ankles and trying to climb up his legs

Points sternly at Niko who had managed to make his way up to the kitchen counter and was getting ready to make a head-start on dinner

“You. Scoot.”

Niko replied with a disappointed meow, ducked his head under Ranmaru’s scowl and leapt off the table

“Ko!”

Ranmaru’s hand stopped moving, much to the vocal dismay of the three other cats around him

“Ko!”

The cats’ dinner temporarily forgotten, he stepped out cautiously into the living room, still not believing what he thought he heard

His daughter was on the sofa where he left her, Niko stretched out on her lap, letting her run little hands roughly through his fur while she chattered to him in baby talk

“What was that?”

His little girl looked up and grinned gummily at him

“Ko!” she repeated, gathering and holding up what she could of the yawning cat in her arms

Unable to control the huge grin that was spreading across his face, Ranmaru dropped everything he was holding, scooped up both baby and cat and ran out of the room with an elated whoop

His S/O, startled out of what she was doing by the door abruptly slamming open, looked up to have both a giggling baby and a disgruntled cat thrust into her face

“She just talked!”

His S/O blinked and stared in surprise at Niko, who was beginning to look fed up with this whole business

“The hell are you looking at, I’m talking about Tsubaki! Here, say it again!”

He knocked his daughter and cat together excitedly under the worried eyes of his S/O

“Ran, don’t-please be gentle with the baby–”

“Nah, she’ll be fine. She’s tougher than she looks. Tsubaki, who’s this?”

“Ko!”

“Ya hear that? Our girl’s first word! Oi, Sousuke! Where’re you, kiddo?”

And off he goes to look for his son, cat and daughter tucked securely under each arm

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Sad to say, Ranmaru wasn’t around much during his S/O’s pregnancy and the first few years of his son’s life

His boy’s actual first words were “mama” to Ranmaru’s S/O

It was one of the extremely rare occasions when Ranmaru was home and staring with some trepidation at his son who had been placed in his lap and was gazing back at him placidly

Shit, he’s fucking tiny! And why’s he so soft? What if I drop him and his head cracks wide open? What if I hold him too hard and he explodes?

Ranmaru was completely out of his depth

The only thing he could do was hold the baby gingerly and make sure he didn’t slip off his lap

Ranmaru was on the verge of giving up and getting up to hand off his son to his S/O when his boy curled a small hand around his and looks up at him

“Ba?”

The look of absolute trust in his boy’s eyes pierced right through him

“Baba?”

Ranmaru held him up at arm’s length and stared at him while he processed the sudden feelings of protectiveness that were rising up rapidly from deep inside him

Aww no. Fuck it all to hell.

Ranmaru breathed out a long, long sigh of resignation when he realized what just happened

He brought his son closer and carefully held him to himself

“Guess you’re stuck with me now, eh?”

His baby laid his head on Ranmaru’s chest and closed his eyes

“Yeah, that’s right. You just take it easy. Your old man’s here. Dad’s got your back.”

He gingerly smoothed fine baby hair away from his boy’s face

“I’m here for ya, kiddo. I’m gonna do my best so you stick with me too, alright?”

His son yawned as he snuggled down, one small hand resting over Ranmaru’s heart

The feeling of actually being a father now swelled up inside him once more

“I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’ then. That’s my boy.”

[peakytoms]

hey if you dont mind can you do Tommy shelby OBE for the fluff alphabet thing?

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?

Physically: Tommy is so attracted to skin, like soft and supple skin. Particularly the skin of your hips and belly that is just so smooth that he cant even fathom how soft it actually is. Its his favorite thing about you

Personality: Tommy boy is super attractive to wit and intelligence. He likes the challenge of a woman who’s not afraid to speak her own mind and banter with him. He’s always so super serious but when its just him and you, he loves just shooting shit with you

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He says he doesn’t because he’s all worried about like bringing a kid into a dangerous world and whatnot, also he doesn’t want to change the relationship you and him have by bringing in a massive baby cockblock, but he is lowkey obsessed with the idea of having a baby with you. He thinks that any spawn the two of you produce would just be the most perfect being in the world (duh its his kid, and he’s perfect, and its your kid and you’re perfect, how could the kid not be perfect?)

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s a closeted cuddler. 100%. This fool acts all tough and like women are just w/e but when it comes down to it, he frickin loves holding you close with you back pressed against his chest and his hands over your hips and tummy (he loves soft skin remember— but not in a creepy Jason way in like a romantic way)

Tommy usually cuddles you from behind, either when you’re in bed or standing up somewhere. BUT he also LIVES to be cuddled- which normally only happens when you’re both asleep but you just instinctually embrace one another. But because he is Tommy and a big manTM he will never admit to actually melting when he’s in your arms and his head is on your chest.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

You drink his gin, you bang. Badda boom badda bing

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Lel what is this asking? Like what Tommy thinks of you? Because he lowkey thinks you’re his whole world but he’s a big manTM  so he plays it off all chill like you’re just some meh chick when he’s in front of others, but when you’re alone??? He is literally wrapped around your frickin pinky toe and you’re the only thing that exists for him.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

This man is so emotionally repressed, he doesn’t even know. It could have been when he first saw you, could have been when you first talked to him, could have been when Polly decided she didn’t hate you, could have been when you got married. Is he in lov with you now? Does he even know? Idk?

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD. TOMMY SHELBY OBE IS A SWITCH. One day he will want to destroy (with sexual pleasure) and the next day he would literally just want to sit next to you and run his fingers through your hair

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He doesn’t. His hands are used for his big manTM walk, and he cant be messing about with any distractions, he is a BIG MANTM

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Because Tommy Shelby is a big manTMand most “big men” have like the tinest egos ever. This boy totally used the reaction formatio  defense mechanism and pretended he didn’t like you on bit but really he was thinking of you all. the. time. (men.)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

HAVE YOU MET TOMMY?

YES FULL STOP.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You had to kiss him first because even though he is a big manTM, he was sooooo insecure

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. Tommy Shelby OBE is a big manTM and pretends he doesn’t know what love is until he’s sure he’s not in it alone and wont embarrass himself with mortal “feelings” (nothing worse than emotions for T. Shelby OBE)

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

He has this memory of like the first sleepover you two had, and when he woke up he just assumed you left completely, but then he found you downstairs in the kitchen reading the paper and making some tea like it was your haus, and he just loved how well you seemed to fit into his life without any need for adjustment.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

SO MUCH. He buys you shit you don’t even know the function of. He knows what it was like to have nothing and now that he can have things, he wants them all and wants to make sure you have everything he’s never had.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pale purple, you are obsessed with lavender. You smell like it, you have it all over your garden, you keep a pouch under your pillow, and you wear fabric in that colour as much as possible. Even just seeing or thinking of the colour reminds him of you. And he wont acknowledge it, but you know he takes the lavender pouch from under your pillow when he goes of overnight business trips.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you all kinds of things. Mostly “darling” “my sweet” “little girl” “little bird” or “my love”

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

????????

I honestly don’t know what this is asking

He loves travelling in his caravan or by horse, as much as he loves cars, he loves the simplicity and peace of travelling like they used to.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He lives in England so its always a rainy day, he does business all the time. BUT if its tumultuously raining day, you’ll convince him he should just work from home so he doesn’t drown (but he willingly drowns in other ways if you catch my drift…ignore me I’m drunk)

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Sex, freedom and whiskey sours

Also but also mostly—AVOIDING ALL EMOTIONS!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Idk horses? He doesn’t like to talk business with you and really what else is there?

I just want it known, I feel in my heart that Tommy is punny though- he may not start conversations or lead topic changes, but he has good bants when he wants to actually contribute

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You ;)

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

This fool shows off everything. His cars, his haus, his suits, the big massive and ridiculous jewels he gets you (and makes sure arent cursed). if this man were Italian or Greek or a rapper, he be walking around with a million gold chains

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He doesn’t really. Just tells you, he’s going to marry you, doesn’t ask, no knee. Just gives you a ring, says hell marry you and badda boom badda bing

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Red right hand.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He doesn’t really consider it until he meets your mum who basically yells at him for making you live in sin and not making an honest woman out of you, then he clues in that maybe he ought to just put a ring on it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He would totally be the kind of man to get a tiger just because he could, but he’s mostly just got horses until you force him to take in some doggos and kitties

These were so fun to do and soz I kinda was all over the place with this. I decided to do this drunk off my face so they are maybe not my best.

Thanks for sending it in nonnie!

[black-th1rt3en]

End the new year with a POP and a BANG!

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WARNING!: mature content y’all!!

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Also there’s a video that goes with this! I just posted it separately

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COLORS FLOATED WITH A RUBBER SHEEN, anchored by a taut plastic string tied around wads of colorful monopoly cash. None of it was real, even in the ridiculous amount - all fifty million of it.

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The balloons would waver in the slight breeze, sometimes dragging the cash-kedge around until they’d hit against each other and bounce back like a speed-bag. It made an uncomfortable squeak each time it happened, and it was the first thing he woke up to.

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The second was a horrible cold, which short analysis served to reveal his stark nakedness in an uninsulated room. Wide open with all but the windows and doors closed - revealing a grayscale warehouse between the rows of rising color. Down there was a pool of black, the scent ripping at his senses as it glared back at him in the dull reflection of some dull lights hanging above, shading the world in a soft rainbow.

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“Wha…” His lips were numb. Everything was numb and heavy, and his arms… was that rope? He couldn’t move them. He struggled, the friction rubbing at his skin and drawing lines of blood until they hit on the ledge below him. Dripping like a soft faucet. His tongue felt heavy as drool began to fall from his lips, also numb.

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A door slammed open out of his line of sight, and then a voice; one from nightmares, stuff twisted from rotten candy and bloodied lips vibrated through the air like a bolt of lightning. “Wakey wakey, eggs n’ shakey!” There was a string of giggles that followed, mirth seeping into the echoing words, “Did sleeping beauty get all rested up? I sure hope so! It’d be hilarious if you looked bad at your own going away party.”

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There was a short hiss, metal on metal, and a flicker of white came into vision: the sight of metal reflecting light. “Thing is, I don’t know if the rest of the invitations got lost, or no one wanted to see your sorry carcass burst into flames, but no one is here but you and me! Here I was thinking that roasting marshmallows is still a hip thing ta do at partiessss. Suppose I must’ve been wrong.”

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He came into view - the Joker - appearing menacing as ever, green hair long and lanky and pushed back from his face, purple suit tailored and the knife coming full circle as he swung his arms in wide gestures. Every movement was followed with wide, god fearing eyes.

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“You know - wait, wait waiiiiiit - how rude of me, are you cold?” He gestured to the stark nakedness of the man, who was shivering in nothing but his slick skin and a leaf to cover the more…uh, private of areas. “Anyways, y’know so I’ve got a story to tell you, right? It’s actually kinda funny, ha, becoz you’re in it! So, sooooo, I’m sitting in my nice ol’ abode makin’ preparations for the New Years party and I get a nice hospitality call from Niko and you know what he says? Apparently some complete idiot decided to steal all the funds for my little project. So P O O F! A magic transition from this year to the next is gone, because I’m left with next to nothing.”

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The Joker doesn’t laugh this time.

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“I’ll make it work though, I always do. But I couldn’t help but find something funny in it. You know what’s funny about it? Hmmmm? Maybe even, very p o s s i b l y the funniest thing I’ve ever heard?” He leers, teeth bared in a horrible play of a smile. “The thought, the smallest inkling even, that you thought you could burn me and get away clean.”

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Balloons around him, that horrible deadly simper playing on his lips; eyes blacker than death, like two gaping holes that were accentuated by the harsh lines shadowed in his face - he made the devil look pleasant.

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“Bo...B...Boss I sswearya’ve got the wrong idea here - !”

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He laughed, coldly this time, and the absolute chill in his faux amusement pinched harder than the atmosphere of the room.

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“Wrong idea? Wrong idea?!?” He lunged forward, knife reappearing in his grasp and pressing tightly to the man’s quivering bottom lip in a clear message. “Nossiree! You’ve got the wrong i d e a to think that I wouldn’t do this,” He gestured vaguely around him, “when you decided to stab ol’ Uncle Joker in the back. Did ya think I’d let it go to waste?”

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He was seething, foaming at the corners of his mouth and looking like some rabid dog. He turned away, breathing quickly from his nose before his head tucked back to look ahead, gaining some semblance of calmness.

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“Either way I suppose I should thank you,” he laughed shortly, breathlessly here. “just because I realized that full-scale isn’t always the route to really kick things off. I know I seem the flashy type and all, and I really truly am, but maybe jussss’ maybe my New Years resolution will entail me enjoying more of the smaller things in life, like balloons, and miscellaneous flammable stuff, then of course lighters… can’t be complete without a nice one from 7-11 amirite?” He pulled one seemingly from thin air, “Look it’s even got some smiley faces on that and… blood? Ha, I remember, poor register guy didn’t even see it comin for him. He heee.”

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A pause, and he grimaced.

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“Ahh, I’ve gotten off track, where was I, again?”

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He looked thoughtful for a moment and glanced at his wrist as if to check his time but there was no watch, and the man murmured past the knife a barely distinguishable answer.

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“Sh, yeah, I remember! Okay, so you went all houdini with my bucks, leaving just enough for me to throw this little hooplah together last minute to satiate the need for a colorful New Years. I mean if you’re not afraid to burn me, and presumably my money too, then why should I not return the favor? Gracious of me, right? I thought so too.” He giggled some, twisting the blade so it knicked his skin enough to spur feeling but turning the sharp part inwards to allow some restrained movement for a response. “What do you think?”

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“Pleas...please boss. I swear, I’ve got a family..! I swear to you - “

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“You s-suh-suh-swear to me? That’s cute. Cos I could’ve sworn the man on that tape with fifty million of my bucks in tow was you. It’s all here again now, but in monopoly form...” he tapped the knife against the inside of the man’s cheek a few times. “But if we’re making promises, I guess I should re-iterate-uhhh that this is going to hurt, a lotttttttt. And I can say that with about 99% confidence, the one percent being that I’ve never personaly experienced it before, I’ve just got a very good guess. Just make sure to give it a Yelp review if you survive, yeah? I mean I don’t know if you’re fingers will work if that does miraculously happen, but I’m all into miracles.“

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He drew the knife back, and in a single cat-like movement he concealed himself behind the man who was staring forward with blood dripping from his lip and tears streaming from his eyes. He shook his head, moaning incomprehensible pleas. The Joker pushed the chair forward, the scraping of the chair sounding like individual screams as it scraped on the floor and neared him towards the cesspool of black.

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He’d almost forgotten, what between the pain in his hands and the bitter cold and the ramblings of a madman - now his eyes, blurred by their own sorrow, could hardly look away from the fate below, accentuated by the little happy balloons floating around like it really was some sort of pathetic pity party.

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“Money’s miniscule in the grand scheme of things my boy, just gotta enjoy what you’ve got right in front of you.” He snickered, “I mean I surely will, but that’s because I’m not the one covered in flammable gel and about to go skinny-dipping in a fire-hot tub. Literally!”

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The Joker kicked the legs of the chair, watching as the foundation toppled to favor its weight forward and let the man capsize forward into the pool. It was deep enough for him to sit upright, but he’d certainly broken a shin or knee or two on the way down if those pop-pop-pops meant anything.

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The Joker looked on, a cruel smile lilting at his lips and reaching into the depths of his eyes until the small flame from the lighter betwixt his fingers was reflected in them. He extended his arm into the open space then watched it drop down… falling down into the pool as a fire erupted and climbed over the expanse of the surface.

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A balloon popped in the air, a short blaze glittering from the inside and tinted pink from the color of the plastic before it wilted and fell, sending off a concatenation of similar sounds and blazing colors. The Joker hooted, hands clapping together at the shows as he quickly went to the door to avoid unnecessary collateral damage. The fire had yet to draw to the little oil-fish swimming in his little death pool.

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“Liquified-petroleum is light, light enough to fill balloons and very very flammable, and obviously oh so very cheap.” More pops, some so loud they sounded like a line of firecrackers. “I would stay to enjoy the show, but I think I’ll peak this one from the outside.”

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The building shook as the pops became more frequent, until his voice wouldn’t have been heard if he was shouting. But he’d gone through the door, and by now the flames were everywhere and even the water couldn’t save the greedy-fish-man. Everything was burning - from the Monopoly money to the stone floors - and he was burning with it.

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The cacophony of explosions followed the Joker into the night, and a small distance down the street he stopped to turn on his heel and reach into his pocket for some confetti. He’d intended to throw it at the traitor but must’ve forgotten in his excitement, so he gathered it in his palm and threw it into the air, watching as the little shreds of paper floated and danced in the breeze. Some drifted away, some fell down.

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He watched quietly, humming a short tune as his eyes traced the inflamed outline of the building, little embers rising to fill the night with color. There would be fireworks later, it wasn’t quite midnight yet.

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“We buy balloons, we let them go…”

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And surely enough as the flames engulfed the roof of the building, some balloons escaped in the patches unharmed and floated freely into the night, full of vibrancy until the black sky swallowed them whole.