#i was born for this tickle

[utterlyrandomperson]

Lister's Demise (Or Victory, Depending On Who You Ask)

Fandom: I Was Born For This / The Ark

Summary: Lister is up to his usual shenanigans, Rowan retaliates, and Jimmy observes.

Content Warning: tickling, swearing

A/N: I heavily based this fic on the only piece of tickle-related content I could find about The Ark / IWBFT, which were these The Ark headcanons by @secretleeblogging (I hope that's okay for you, if not please let me know). In case this fandom isn't entirely dead and there are some people out there who were waiting for a The Ark tickle fic: here you go! Enjoy :D

"What are you doing?"

The way Rowan squints his eyes would've put Jimmy to flight long ago, yet all Lister does is tilt his head.

"Tickling you", he answers as casually as if he's been asked what the weather's like. Rowan bites his lip and just stares at the other for some seconds. Then his pokerface suddenly disappears as he flinches and chuckles when Lister starts poking his side. He slightly curls into the touch, but to Jimmy's surprise makes no attempt to stop the other.

"I figured. And why exactly are you doing that?", Rowan asks in an exaggeratedly patient tone. The corners of Jimmy's mouth twitch upwards when he sees irritation flash in Lister's eyes and realizes that Rowan isn't fighting him off because he knows that that's what Lister wants him to do. And he knows that not giving the other the big, loud reaction he expects will piss him off. He's not wrong about that, Lister's expression does turn sulky for a second. But the drummer isn't disheartened that easily - much to Rowan's discontent- and responds to the latter's antics by tickling him with a lot more intensity.

Rowan gasps when his hips are squeezed and can't stop the reflex of grabbing onto the offending hands. He lets out a small noise that sounds suspiciously like a giggle. Lister smirks at the reaction and nimbly draws his hands back, then latches onto the other's ribcage a second later.

Rowan pushes him off as soon as he manages to coax some real laughter out of him (which doesn't take too long) and simply says, "Okay okay, alright, enough now", as if that would settle the matter.

But this is Lister Bird we're talking about. And the moment Rowan turns his back and starts to walk away, he's back at it. Jimmy can't help but grin at the way Rowan jerks and yelps when Lister buries his fingers in the back of his ribcage.

"Lister-", Rowan starts in a warning tone but is cut off by his own gasp and a narrowly suppressed fit of giggles. Lister cackles. "Oh? Not that unaffected by it after all, are you?"

Rowan raises his hands to push the older away, but Lister is quicker. He wraps his arms around his bandmate and pulls him very close. What looks like a tight hug at first turns out to be a restraint for Rowan and an opportune position for Lister to wiggle all of his fingers into the younger's sides.

Rowan flinches and tries to break free - without effect. And now that he is forced to endure more than a few seconds, it doesn't take long until the ticklish sensations tear down his self-control. Lister cheers when Rowan finally breaks into laughter.

"Ha! I knew you were more ticklish than you let on", the drummer says triumphantly. Rowan let's out a noise that Lister later insists was definitely a shriek when he feels fingers worming their way under his shirt and tickling his lower back. He squirms and struggles until he manages to block most of the area with his pinned down arms.

"Lister believe me, you don't want to do this", he warns and Jimmy is impressed that despite sounding strained, his voice doesn't waver. The threatening tone in it is unmistakable. Yet again, Lister decides to ignore all red flags. He sighs and moves his hands so one is skittering all over the younger's back, the other over his stomach.

"I'd love to believe you Ro, but how can I when tickling you results in this?" He squeezes Rowan's hip as he says 'this', which forces a laugh and several swear words out of the younger. "How could I not want to do this?"

Rowan opens his mouth to answer, but not a single word makes it out. Instead, he immediately bursts out laughing because Lister starts tickling him everywhere he can reach. The older's nimble fingers dart from sides to shoulders and neck to ribs, moving too fast to give Rowan the chance to fight them off. Jimmy is intrigued as he realizes that Lister has been going easy beforehand. But now he isn't anymore, which Rowan's slightly panicked fits of laughter are proof of.

Jimmy isn't sure if Rowan still has a chance to get the upper hand back because at this point he is laughing really hard. It's an endearing sight since Rowan typically doesn't let this side of himself show too much. Well. It's not like he chose to show it this time but rather Lister who is forcing him to by pinching his upper ribs over and over and over again.

Rowan seems on the verge of begging for mercy. He has bent his body as much as Lister's hold on him allows and his knees keep buckling, like they can't support his own weight much longer. His eyes are shut and he gasps for breath in between fits of laughter. And Lister doesn't relent. He keeps on tickling him, keeps on squeezing his sides, wiggling his fingers into his armpits, until-

When Jimmy hears the helpless "Lister plehease" tumble from Rowan's lips, he is convinced this is the official declaration of Lister's victory. The latter seems to share that conviction because he lets out a triumphant laugh and eases up on his attack.

But what do they say? You may have won the fight, but you haven't won the war. Because the moment Lister's hold on him weakens, Rowan frees his arms with a powerful tug and pushes the older away. As Lister stumbles backwards, Rowan pounces.

Lister's back hits the floor before Jimmy has the time to finish wondering where Rowan suddenly got that much strength from. The latter just then grabs Lister's wrists and pins them to the older's chest using only one of his own hands. When he speaks, his tone is ominous - but he has a wide grin on his face and his eyes sparkle playfully.

"Your should have listened."

Lister's eyes widen and he shakes his head back and forth.

"Nonononono-"

He lets out an actual scream the second Rowan's fingers make contact with the bare skin of his stomach, causing Jimmy to flinch and cover his ears.

"Jesus!", he exclaims, both in shock and amusement.

Rowan laughs and starts tracing little shapes with his nails which causes Lister to panic even more.

"Don't, Ro don't- RO! ROWAN!"

But Rowan doesn't seem to be in a listening mood because he picks up the pace and skitters and spiders his nails all over the older's tummy and sides. Lister immediately becomes frantic. He bursts into a fit of giggles and kicks his legs in all directions.

He gasps and tries to splutter some words, but Rowan hinders him when he swirls a single finger over Lister's lower side, then starts scratching and prodding it. Jimmy isn't surprised when Lister screams with laughter and desperately tugs at his pinned arms. He knows from experience that that is a spot one can kill Lister with.

And currently it seems as if that's what Rowan is aiming for because he is being merciless. Lister has definitely seen that coming from ten miles away and provoked him anyway. Typical Lister.

"Are you seriously this ticklish?", Rowan asks with a smirk because the older doesn't seem capable of doing anything other than laugh and shriek. Lister just shakes his head and continues giggling like crazy. Rowan continues for some seconds, then begins switching between firm pokes and feather-light spidering. Lister screeches, which makes Rowan flinch. The latter chuckles incredulously.

"Oh you’ve got to be kidding me-"

He moves his fingers towards the older's waistline and Lister immediately kicks out and starts laughing so hard that his whole body trembles.

"Here too?", Rowan teases with a wicked smirk.

Lister looks like he's out of his mind at this point and Jimmy can't blame him. While it is fun watching Rowan tickling their drummer to pieces, it's also low-key scary how skilled and tactical he is. Jimmy makes a mental note to never provoke Rowan into tickling him that ruthlessly.

Although Rowan probably never would. He always recognises when the fits of laughter start sounding too breathless or even distressed and he never keeps going from there. The thing with Lister is that while he starts screaming the moment someone tickles him, he does have an incredibly high tolerance for it. Sometimes Jimmy thinks that it's more than just tolerance... judging from the amount of times he has provoked people (mainly Rowan) into tickling him, it should be fair to assume that he... likes it.

The thought that Lister doesn't just look happy because Rowan is making him laugh but that he actually is happy because Rowan is tickling him makes Jimmy smile fondly. It would definitely fit, though. Lister has always been the type to bond through physical touch.

Just as Jimmy is thinking all this, Lister finally manages to gather enough air to form words again.

"Please! Plehease, Jimmy hehelp me!!"

Jimmy sees the tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, but he also notices Rowan slowing down and giving the older the chance to catch his breath.

"You did kind of do this to yourself", Jimmy responds with a raised eyebrow and an impish smile. He can't help teasing him now that he has the chance to because normally it is Lister teasing him about all sorts of things.

"How right he is about that", Rowan says nonchalantly and starts tickling Lister's thighs as if that wasn't another spot that has the drummer in hysterics after only seconds.

For the first time, Rowan seems to have trouble holding the other down because he is writhing and kicking his legs like his life depended on it. Yet Rowan manages to keep his hand wrapped around the older's upper thigh and squeezes it over and over again. After unsuccessfully trying to shake Rowan's hand off, Lister just shuts his eyes and tilts his head back.

"Plehease! Rowan please, this is torture!"

Rowan clicks his tongue.

"Oh shush. Tickling here would be torture." He wiggles a finger into the other's armpit and Lister flinches heavily.

"You're lucky I can only manage to pin your arms to your chest and not above your head."

"You're lucky I have sore muscles from working out, otherwise you wouldn't manage to pin my little finger with your twig arms."

Jimmy cracks up when he sees the look of utter disbelief on Rowan's face. There are few things that can render Rowan speechless, but Lister's out-of-nowhere clap-backs are definitely one of them. It takes Rowan a couple of seconds to remember that he's the one who's supposed to be in control. But once he does, the vengeful sparkle in his eyes makes Lister's smug smile wobble.

"Are you sure it's because of your sore muscles? Or is it because you are just too bloody ticklish to be able to defend yourself once you start laughing?"

Lister doesn't respond and Jimmy notices the faint blush on his cheeks. Rowan's just too good at this. Seeing their playful interactions suddenly makes Jimmy's mischievous side emerge and he props himself up.

"Will you let him go after that if I help you?"

It takes a moment for the meaning of his words to sink in.

Once it does, Lister chokes on his spit and Rowan cackles.

"Deal", the latter says.

Lister panics.

"No. NO! Jimmy don't, don't you dare- noho! Plehease, you can't betray me like that!"

He breaks into anticipatory giggles as soon as Jimmy gets up from the sofa and approaches them.

"You asked for my help, but I don't see a reason why I should help only you. So I decided to help Rowan and you."

The drummer shakes his head. "Yohou're not helping me!"

Jimmy crouches down next to his bandmate and gives him a crooked smile. "I am! I bargained for Rowan to let you go afterwards."

"You're such a hypocrite!"

Jimmy pokes his side and Lister gasps.

"I'd watch my tongue if I were you."

Lister stops protesting and instead lets out a giggly whine. Jimmy's heart does a somersault because of how cute he is. He throws a glance at Rowan and the fond look on the other's face tells him that he shares that feeling.

Jimmy leans forwards and grabs Lister's wrists, then tentatively pulls them upwards.

The older starts squirming and shakes his head and it does take some effort to pin his wrists above his head... but Jimmy knows that Lister ultimately lets it happen. The older is stronger than him and if he really wanted to, he could most probably free his wrists. Jimmy smiles to himself but doesn't say anything. Lister would probably die if Rowan knew.

"Ro you can't- NO! Waitwaitwait plehease-"

Rowan smirks at the gasp Lister lets out when he starts tracing extremly light circles onto his exposed underarms. It doesn't take five seconds until Lister is shaking with laughter and starts begging.

"Nonono plehease! I cahan't stand this! Roho!"

Jimmy giggles at the sight of Lister almost losing his mind because it really doesn't look like Rowan is torturing him. He's still just drawing slow, lazy circles with his nails.

"I'm barely doing anything!", Rowan comments on exactly that.

"You knohow that makes it wohorse!", Lister splutters, desperately trying to dislocate Rowan's hands by squrming left and right. Rowan raises an eyebrow and exchanges a look with Jimmy, whose wide grin is virtually spelling 'Lister is the cutest being in the entire fucking universe'. Rowan chuckles incredulously.

"I did, in fact, not know that. But thanks for the tip. So does this mean that it will tickle really badly if I-"

And he sneaks his fingers into the sleeves of the older's shirt and curls and uncurls his nails on his bare armpits in the most gentle way possible. Lister screams before he bursts into a fit of high-pitched giggles, which quickly transforms into low and loud belly laughs.

"Rowahan!"

The mentioned grins.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Lister gasps and frantically shakes his head. The tickling has weakened him so much that he's barely squirming anymore. He just keeps trembling with laughter.

"Oh my Gohod! Ro stop torturing mehe!"

Rowan suddenly picks up the pace which makes the older shriek and throw his head back.

"Oh come on Lister, you know what I want to hear. And as long as you are too stubborn to apologize, you suffer."

Jimmy expects Lister to start rambling instantly, but the latter does no such thing. He just keeps on laughing. And somehow his laughter begins to sound like he is laughing at Rowan. As if he finds the idea of apologizing to Rowan absolutely ridiculous. The latter makes a frustrated noise and Jimmy is very amused by the fact that despite the circumstances, Lister still manages to piss him off. But retribution comes quickly.

"Okay. For the record: you did this to yourself."

After that comment, Rowan starts tickling Lister all over. And boy is he merciless.

He tickles everywhere he can reach and changes spots so fast that Lister is constantly flinching. He scribbles over his neck, then squeezes his thigh and hip, then slides his hands under his shirt and traces shapes over his stomach and the part of his lower back he can reach. Some seconds later, he pinches up and down the drummer's ribcage in a torturously precise manner.

Lister endures maybe ten seconds before he breaks. Tears are sparkling in the corners of his eyes when he finally splutters an apology.

"Alrihight I'm sohorry! I'm sohorry for annoying you, Rowan plehease."

Rowan teases him for some more seconds, then he finally relents.

"That took you long enough", he comments dryly, but the look on his face is extremely fond as he watches Lister curl up once Jimmy lets go of his wrists.

Lister doesn't respond and Jimmy can't blame him. His chest is rising and falling as he gasps for air and some residual giggles are still tumbling from his lips. Jimmy reaches out to soothingly stroke his back and the older flinches when he registers the touch but soon after relaxes into it.

"Your image would be ruined if people saw how damn cute you actually are", Rowan teases with a chuckle. Lister groans.

"Shut uhup you asshole."

"Wow, you apologize to me and then manage to insult me within the next thirty seconds. Must be a new record."

Lister sits up and glares at Rowan.

"I tickled you for maybe twenty seconds. Your retribution was absolutely disproportionate."

Rowan snorts and returns the look.

"Oh stop it with the hypocrisy. You knew exactly what the consequences were gonna be when you decided to be an annoying prick. In fact, I'm starting to think the consequences are why you choose to be an annoying prick in the first place."

Oh. Rowan's not that oblivious, then.

Lister blushes and doesn't respond, but the look he gives Rowan very clearly says 'if you say one more word I will murder you in your sleep'. Rowan's smirk is nothing short of wicked. He holds eye-contact for some seconds, then he turns away.

"I'll go make some tea."

And he leaves the room as if nothing has happened.

Lister side-glances at Jimmy but doesn't meet his eyes, as if he's afraid of what he will find there. Jimmy gently touches his knee.

"He's not judging you, you know. Neither am I. But..."

He waits for Lister to meet his eyes and while the look he gives him is fond, his smile is mischievous.

"But we will tease the shit out of you for it. We have years of you being a pain in our asses to catch up on."

Lister's blush intensifies and he averts his gaze on reflex. After some seconds of staring at the floor, he bites his lip and throws Jimmy a sideglance.

"Prick", he murmurs and breaks into a grin. Jimmy can see the relief in his eyes. The younger shakes his head and laughs. He tries to squeeze Lister's side, but the latter is expecting it and fends him off.

He squeezes his knee instead, which makes him squeak.

"Come on. Let's channel our inner 'old man energy' and join Rowan for tea."

A/N Wow, didn't think anyone would make it this far ^^'. Thanks a lot for reading and in case you just read the fic without knowing who the hell these people are, go read I Was Born For This, it's amazing <3

Masterpost

[kendallsroyco]

HE IS SO....

[jordanswitches]

i wanna have your arms tied so they're stretched high above your head and sit on your lap so you can only squirm a little and your skin is pulled so taut that every sensation feels like electricity and i just trail my fingers up your sides, over your ribs, the sides of your chest, into your armpits, and back down. over and over and over and over and over. it's light and it's slow and it shouldn't affect you so much and yet. you're trying to pull out of your cuffs and kicking your feet and your tummy is flinching and i'm just drinking up your reactions, knowing it's all for me

[girpgorp]

Deeply enamored with @wisteriasymphony's Sillynette. Love the dynamic of girl who is incapable of being normal about boys X boy who has no conception of normal. Walking red flag X man who is red green colorblind. Also their Marinette design is adorable!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hiii! Great job on finishing your WIPs by the way! 😁

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(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 😵‍💫…𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 🫶🏾💖💕💗! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!! 🌚𝙾𝙽𝙴🤪𝚃𝚆𝙾👁️𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴💅🏾𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁🌝˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Leeeoooooooo!!! Come watch TV with meeee…” Mikey whined loudly, resting his head on his eldest brother’s shoulder as the other sat quietly on the dojo floor, meditating. 

“I’m obviously doing something here, Mike.” Leo said calmly, trying to concentrate on his meditation. 

Which…was kind of hard when his little brother was literally breathing down his neck. 

The orange banded turtle huffed, hugging onto his brother’s arm like the clingy koala that he was, “I thought you loved meeee…”

The slightly taller turtle sighed longly, stopping his meditation for a quick second as he opened his eyes, looking down at his brother, “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I love you.” 

Mikey smiled at the slightly defensive response, hugging the other’s arm tighter, “If you love me so much then watch some TV with me!!!” 

Leonardo fondly rolled his eyes, squeezing the freckled faced teen in a side hug, “I’ll watch TV with you later, okay? I promise.” The blue banded turtle exclaimed as he went back into the sitting position he was in beforehand. He put the both of his hands in his lap, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate quietly. 

Mikey sighed loudly, resting his cheek on his older brother’s shoulder, causing Leo to stiffen slightly. The taller turtle opened his eyes once more, glaring at the other as the smallest turtle just grinned back, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

“Yes~?” The younger sang innocently as his free hand started to squeeze at his big brother’s side. The blue banded teen’s eyes widened, biting back down the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. 

The youngest snorted at his brother’s reaction, raising an amused brow, “What’s going on, man? I thought you were concentrated with meditating.”

“I. Am.” The other said through gritted teeth.

“Really? You sure about that, bro?” The younger asked teasingly. 

Leo sighed knowingly, cracking his knuckles at he took one more glance at his baby brother. 

So this is the way Michelangelo wanted to play? Fine by him. 

If he was going to interrupted during his personal meditation/training session, he should at least take what he’s learned to good use, right? Right. 

The elder quickly and swiftly got out of the hold the youngest had him in. And as soon as he did, Leonardo pinned his brother’s arms on the dojo floor as he sat on his legs effortlessly.   

The orange banded turtle’s eyes widened in panic, his cocky demeanor immediately crumbling as he realized the situation he practically dug himself into.

But the eldest did take notice how his younger brother wasn’t really fighting and/or resisting all that much.

If Mikey really wanted to get away, Leo would’ve gotten punched in the gut right now.

“Waha— wait wait wahait!!!” The smaller turtle squeaked out, kicking his legs behind his brother “C-Cohome ohon— cahan’t we tahalk about thihis first…?”

“I don’t even know why you’re acting so surprised. You knew this was going to happen, Mikes…” Leo said as he couldn’t help but chuckle at his now flustered brother. 

“Buhut Ihi— *snort* Leeheeo!!” Mikey whined, shaking his head back and forth repeatedly as his giggles raised an octave due to the fact that his mean brother was wiggling his fingers above him teasingly. 

Okay…well on the bright side of things, Leo and him were hanging out now!

Although, them 'hanging out' was just Mikey about to get his shit absolutely wrecked, but hey! Maybe Leonardo would go easy on him…?

I mean, Mikey might be the smallest turtle out of the four, but he was also by far the cutest out of all of them (April definitely said so at one point in time so therefore it’s automatically correct), so Leo couldn’t and wouldn’t be…that malicious, right?

If he would, the youngest would file a restraining order. 

“What? You what, Mikey? You saw I was meditating and I said I would watch TV with you later. And yet you still persisted on bothering me.” 

“I-Ihi’m *snort* sohORRY, okAHAY?! Juhust pLEHEASE *snort* d-dohon’t—“

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

“Tickle you? Oh, whahat a wonderful idea.” Leo mused as he scribbled his free hand against his little brother’s side. Michelangelo shrieked at the sudden sensation to his sides, squirming and wriggling as he tried to get out of the hold.

“Gehet *snort* oHOFF *snort* OHOF meehee!” The youngest whined loudly through his laughter, kicking his feet on the ground repeatedly. 

The eldest turtle huffed out a small chuckle, letting go of both of his brother’s hands and letting them flail around before digging his fingers into his brother’s underarms. 

The orange banded teen let out a loud squeal, putting his hands down as he pushed on his brother’s arms, “GOHOH *snort* A-AWAHAHAY!” 

“Your snorting already? I’ve barely done anything yet.” 

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

“Ehexcuse me? What did you just say?” Leonardo asked, ceasing the tickling for a second as him and Mikey rustled and tussled with each other’s arms.

“NONONONOHO— *snort* PLEHEASE DOHON’T!!!”

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

“Then you put this upon yourself…” Leo said as he leaned in and blew a raspberry in the crook of his baby brother’s neck while kneading his hips.

The younger basically screamed in loud laughter, throwing his head back as happy tears shined in his eyes, “EEEEEHAHAHA!” 

“Wow. This must tickle really bad, huh?” 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

“If you really want me to stop, you can just say stop, y'know.” 

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

“Unless…” Leo hinted teasingly, his fingers clamping down on the other’s thigh as he squeezed it mercilessly, still blowing raspberries on the orange cladded turtle’s neck. 

“JAHSHHSJAKAHAH!!!” Mikey stuttered through his laugh. 

“What was that?”

“MABSGHAJAHAH— *snort* *snort* JDHDHAHAH!!!” 

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

“Really? Wow. You don’t hear news like that everyday.” The blue cladded turtle joked, going back to squeezing Mikey’s hipbones.

“NOHO *squeak* STAHA— *squeak* IHI— *snort* L-LEEHEEHEEO!” 

“Yes~?”

“PLEHEHA— *squeak* PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort* STAHAP I-IHI CAHAN’T!!!” Michaelangelo cried as happy tears ran down his cheeks. Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable sight of his younger brother completely lost in his own cackles. The eldest stopped, sitting to the other side of Mikey so the youngest could catch his breath. 

The orange banded turtle slumped on Leo’s shoulder once more as the eldest wrapped him in a comforting hug, “Yohou’re freeheeaking *snort* evil…” 

The leader in blue snorted softly at the remark, “Ahand yohou’re annoying as hell.” 

“Tahakes one toohoo know one, dear ohold brohohother ohof mine.” The orange banded teen grinned, the two enjoying each other’s company in comforting silence before the eldest spoke, “What TV show did you want to watch with me anyway?”

“Star Trek! Dad brought new DVD’s and—“

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Leonardo basically screeched, leaping unto his feet as he quickly helped his brother up, taking his hand and almost dragging him to the living room. “I-I just said I wanted to watch TV with you!” Mikey yelled as he was being dragged along the hallway, “I didn’t know Star Trek was that important to you—“

Leonardo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to his brother, “Star Trek is very important to me.” He explained, turning back around as he saw the TV starting to play his favorite Sci-Fi show. The blue banded teen sat down next to his Father on the couch, becoming almost entranced by the television. 

Not so far from where the leader in blue was sitting, Raph was leaning on a wall as he was talking to the second youngest. Mikey approached the two with a big, happy grin on his face, putting an arm around Donatello.

“You got Leo to come out of his meditation cave, I pressure?” The scientist asked. 

“Yessir!” The youngest said happily, “But I just don’t understand how he meditates for, like, three freaking hours. I can barely do one!!! It’s impressive honestly…” 

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

“Well…impressive or not, Fearless over there needs to take a break every now an' again. So thanks for doing what you did, Mike. We all appreciate it.” Raphael said, a small, embarrassed blush appearing on his face as his little brother’s looked at him teasingly. “Awe…Raphie you looooove us~!” Donatello grinned.

The red banded teen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “I take back everythin' I said about lovin' any of you dunderheads…” He muttered, although his voice lacked his usual snarky and cocky tone— which the two youngest turtle’s definetley took notice in. 

“My sons, are you going to come and watch the space alien science fiction show with me and Leonardo?” Splinter asked the three teens. “Sure, Sensei.” Donnie said as they walked over.

“SHHH SHHH!!! IT’S ON MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!” Leo hissed as he was still looking at the television.

“But…every scene is your 'favorite scene'…” Raphael laughed.

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[veryblushyswitch]

What I say: I wish I was born a boy.

~

What I actually mean: I wish I was a boy in an 80s film with a group of friends who all play baseball and love each other dearly. We all love to play fight and wrestle which leads to tickle fights. We make fun of each other, but we also have deep conversations around a campfire or in a treehouse we built ourselves. We look at the stars sitting on each other’s roofs and catch frogs by the pond. We don’t have anywhere to be expect with each other and we don’t have anything to do expect be young and be happy.

[oifaaa]

Congratulations on your French girl harem!!!!

They're all very happy that I've given them a nick name I've gotten like 12 different anon about how happy they are with it

[aeide-thea]

i forgot to write this down when i first heard about it so now the details are fuzzy (and honestly it was never going to be as funny/wild to any of you as it was to me), but for some reason i was just reminded of it, so. have this Familial Anecdote:

my dad and i were talking the other day about driving to maine,¹ iirc because Baby Sister had sent us a zillow listing for a cottage there,² and in the course of this conversation it came out that, in a turn of events i had somehow never heard about in literal decades of Dad Stories, he and my mother had apparently decided at some point in their unrecognizably spontaneous youth to Drive to Maine because they were 'already close,'³ and because this was in, like, the eighties, i.e. a time before google maps, they wildly underestimated the time this trip was going to take and got there at, like, two in the morning… but as it turned out this wasn't actually a problem because, as it so happens, the l.l. bean store stays open. fucking. 24 hours a day.⁴ so it all worked out fine in the end: they still got to go shopping!⁵

⸻ ¹ not 'talking about' as in 'actually planning to,' to be clear, just 'talking about' as in 'discussing what it's like to.' ² Baby Sister likes to windowshop zillow listings in her spare time, it's a whole Thing. i hear she's not alone in this tho. ³ narrator: they were not, in fact, close… i forget exactly where he said they were starting from, but i think it was, like, boston-ish. lol. lmao. &c. ⁴ you may have already been aware of this fact and thus be totally unfazed by this anecdote but for me it was like. double whammy of absolutely unrecognizable parental behavior, topped off with place i would possibly least expect to be open around the clock???? (also now i am envisioning a like. mixed-up files remix where they're hiding out in an REI or something. eating the tinned provisions and sleeping in the tents.) ⁵ what, if anything, was actually purchased on this occasion is outside the scope of this narrative.

[putergenius]

got exposed as an old hag today

[cherryssoup]

kinda obsessed with that 2013-2014 tumblr art style but I have no idea how I could possibly pull it off

[ozymoron]

augh thinking about my ocs

[eddis-not-eeddis]

Murderous rage activated too late at night to do anything about it without bringing the wrath of the entire household down upon my head, so I must simmer 'til morn...

[skznccmlee]

NACIÓ MI MILAGRITOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[ms-boogie-man]

Angie/Maddie🦇❥✝︎🇺🇸

Vintage coke machine

[purgaytorysupremacy]

i'm applying for a fellowship that required my faculty supervisor to write me a letter of support and yesterday he very shyly emailed to say he was nearly done but wanted to confirm my pronouns. i'm a cis woman who is just very very tall (before you ask: 6'2") and uses a nickname bc my given name is too Dutch for most folks (apparently) but i have just discovered that for the last two-ish months i've been in the program, everyone has been dancing around my pronouns and substituting my name more than is normal bc no one wanted to misgender me and were apparently just waiting for someone to either use pronouns in front of me or for me to use them myself and i think i have truly reached my final queer form

[chocum]

P POWER !

— “that pussy got power” feat. shiu kong, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, & choso kamo.

WARNINGS. fem reader (she/her), recording, overstim, shower sex, choking, eye contact, spit, slaps, threesome, anal, oral (m+f) needy men. note i hope you all are doing well. p power came on when i was On my way! to work (literally like half of it was written while i was on the clock lol) and then this was born — i basically just took a lyric i think best described them from the song. this was more fun than i thought it would be and ill prob do it again for a diff song. anyways, feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated ty and enjoyyy!! unedited bc we poured up for the 4th n im a little tipsy ( ｡ •̀ ᵕ •́ ｡)

SHIU KONG — “SHE WANNA GO VIRAL, KEEP FUCKIN’ FOR HOURS”

“look so pretty for the camera baby, look at you” shiu slowly moves to bring his phone closer to where his thick cock burrows and disappears in your struggling pussy— crying and creaming porcelain white around his length, messy. “so full, but she keeps begging for more. squeezing me so tight, how fuckin’ greedy”

he always fills you up so well— massaging your silky walls, his leaky cock curving languidly, kissing your spot with each stupidly slow stroke.

shiu loves to “take his time” with you. loves to just lazily push his hips up, roll them against yours, skin melding, creating delicious friction. it doesn’t take much with you. his cock was made for you after all— perfectly molds your pussy, hugging him with your gummy walls.

“know you wanna show out for the camera baby, cum again f’me. show ‘em how good you are. cmon baby juuuust like that.” you let out a soft, helpless whimper, feeling the heat of embarrassment surge across your cheeks like a wildfire, consuming you, spreading with a prickly intensity that makes your skin flush, your heart racing as he talks you through it, coaxing you closer and closer.

then you’re babbling broken cries of his name over and over and over as you cum around him again, your cunt sucking another load from him too, he never leaves you behind.

he keeps his phone focused on how you milk him dry, sliding out slowly, lewdly, with a throaty “fuck” before stuffing his fingers in your achy pussy making you jump, overstimulation tickling up your spine, “don’t let me out, can’t let all your hard work go to waste, now can we?”

KENTO NANAMI — “SHE WET IN THE SHOWER, THAT PSSY GET LOUDER”

nanami’s eyes sweetly dive into yours, intimately. his broad hands stretching across the curve of your neck as the warm water crashes against his back, cascading, stinging where you dig your nails into his flexed muscles, leaving angry red slashes.

“fuck. gonna cum if you keep looking up at me so desperately like that, honey.”

the sound of skin against skin gets lost in the heavy downpour of the shower, each drop drumming against the tilled walls, but nanami manages to pull out sweet, sweet moans from deep in your throat— cutting through the cacophony, clear and unmistakable, filthy. they pound through his ears, making his cock throb in your wet, sloppy fucking pussy.

“stick—” he grunts, “stick that fucking tongue out”

you nod with a docile tilt of your head like a little doll, your eyes pools of sincerity— obediently letting your tongue fall out of your mouth. he’s leaning over, his body bending slightly as he tilts his head downward to let spit form and fall from innetween his lips onto your tongue, mixing with droplets of steamy water as it glides down your throat.

“so nasty, hm?” his tone is mean, but he’s praising you, smirking as his grip on you tightens, “my nasty, slut of a wife”

TOJI FUSHIGURO — “WE AINT SAYIN NO VOWS, SHE FUCKIN’ NO COWARD”

“c’mon doll, don’t tap out on me,” toji roughly huffs, feigning sympathy but the smirk that tugs at his scarred lips betrays him like it always does, his hands slapping against your puffy cheek— the mean impact leaving a faint stinging sensation amidst the warmth of his touch “‘m not done stuffing my pretty girl yet, cmon”

you’re so fucked out you can’t even think, limbs hanging limp in his tight, tight grasp, basically picking you up and dropping you on his thick cock as your cunt weeps for him, pooling slick he’s fucked out of you onto the velvety sheets.

even his body trembles, each trained muscle tensing beneath his scarred skin, cock twitching inside you rhythmically because it’s too much, even for him. but he ignores the creeping- painful feeling of overstimulation, hissing through clenched teeth about how you’re so “tight”, so “good for him.”

and once again, he’s cumming inside you, heavy balls slapping against your flush ass as he fucks his seed into your abused little cunt. “toji” you cry, dazed eyes looking into his, but he’s so gone, body taking over, hips still slamming into you as he groans out a breathy— needy “fuck” fingers dipping into the curve of your hips.

“i want to taste you,” he sighs, rushing to pull out before folding you over, “ ‘m not stopping till i’m covered in you, give it to me just how i like it”

CHOSO KAMO — “GET PLAY AS A PLAYER, THAT P GET DEVOURED”

“did my girl miss me, hm?” choso hums against your oozing cunt, fingers pushing your fat lips apart, his pointer and middle spreading, so he can give your pretty little clit his undivided attention, kissing, nuzzling with his nose.

he groans at the way you clench around nothing, just begging for his needy cock, words meshed and muffled against your drooling pussy, “i know she did, pretty, ‘s ok ‘m here now”

he drags his fingers to your mouth, “get ‘em wet” pushing past your puffy lips, for you to lick and suck on, not leaving until they’re dripping in your spit, before dipping into your cunt, dragging them against your silky, warm walls, blowing on your clit so gently each time you greedily buck into his palms.

“gonna give me what i want, huh?” he pauses, kiss. “gonna make a mess for me? i know you can, baby. you always do. always get so messy for me i love it”

you nod sheepishly, hands moving to card through his fluffy hair, both hands gripping onto his scalp to ground yourself and grind on his pretty face.

messily, he slobbers, lapping at your cunt, switching between soft sucks to your clit and broad slow licks, making you shudder and twitch, his arms snaking around your thighs to keep you nice and still for him to devour you.

SATORU GOJO & SUGURU GETO — “TOLD MY BROTHER SHE OURS”

“his tongue feel that good, baby? you’re slacking off. suck me like you usually do. ‘s not fair” gojo’s pouting— whining, his hands gently cradling your cheeks bringing you back to him, but your pretty eyes just keep rolling further and further back at the feeling of geto’s tongue flat against your needy cunt. sucking and spitting all over your messy pussy.

promoting gojo to huff, moving his hand to the back of your neck to start rutting into your little mouth, chest growing warm at how you gag around him, his pride growing now that you’re looking up at him, eyes watering so sweetly for him.

geto’s more mature when it comes to sharing you. just hums, pressing his cock against your puffy folds playing, tapping it against your quivering hole, groaning because you’re so messy. can’t even tell if it’s his drool of your messy slick or both.

before he sinks into your cunt, gojo mutters something your overwhelmed little brain can’t comprehend, but after some shuffling around, you feel it. one slicked-up finger slowly sinking into your ass, while geto bottoms out.

gojo gets mean when he’s jealous, but he isn’t cruel, doesn’t wanna hurt his pretty girl, so he preps your tight ass before sinking his cock inside.

you can’t fucking think, at all, brain mushy turned to goo as they both take you. spewing nothing but dirty shit, calling you all types of names, some sweet most of those from geto, but the “slut”’s and “whore”’s are all gojo. his hips sputtering, going dumb at how your tight little ass squeezes around him— he could barely move, just feels geto’s curved tip brushing against the wall that separates your two little holes.

both rutting into you like animals in heat with no regard for how sensitive you're getting, pretty tears brimming up in your eyes.

“so pretty when you take up both, baby ‘specially this little ass ‘s so tight got fucking lucky. keep fucking draining us”