#jo twins

[chanyoelsears]

Image is not mine credit to original owner.

[kingkatsuki]

imagine handing bakugo a father’s day card and he’s like “???” bc you guys don’t have a kid. but your like surprise! your gonna be a dad!

Yes! Or he’s not a dad yet, but he’s ready to make himself one👀😂

Kitten wrote the cutest drabble with this in it today here!! I was sobbing all the way through it’s so adorable!💕

[closetofcuriosities]

Twin Peaks (1990-2017)

[togament]

He’s the type to make love to you slowly, savoring each second. Deliciously stuffing your cunt with his thick cock, whispering praises and pressing kisses into your flesh. He’s absolutely pussy drunk every time he slides into your wetness, ready to cum with just a few pumps. You’re just that good to him.

“Ngh—I’m s-so sorry baby it’s just—fuck. You feel so f-fucking good.”

— Ume, NIREI, TOGAME, Tsugeura, Seiryu, ENDO (the man’s a slut what can you say?)

He’s the type to fuck you until you’re dumb, until his thickness and his name are all that you know. With your ankles dangling by your ears, his breeder balls slap against your ass while you whine for him to slow down but the words come out jumbled. That only makes him wanna fuck with you more. He holds a vibrator to your clit and his tongue lulls out in sheer pleasure while you tighten around him.

“What’s that, sweetheart? Mm. Not stoppin’ until you can speak to me properly. Use. Your. Words, doll.”

— Kiryu, Sakura, Sugishita, ENDO (more degradation in the mix), URYU, KAJI.

[tetragonia]

The Tortoise and the Hare

Jo Togame x Fem!Kaji!Reader

summary: You're Ren Kaji's twin, just moved back to Makochi last week. The streets didn't change, the vibe didn't change, and apparently your rival didn't either.

notes: Togame's second kanji ('Kame') means turtle, so there's that. just fluff and all nice so far. some mention of violence, suggestive animal cruelty (I guess...?)

words: 1.6k

The restaurant district hummed with life, neon lights flickering above the bustling crowd. Laughter, the clatter of dishes, and the sizzling of street food vendors filled the air, but you barely registered any of it.

You had only just moved back to Makochi—not exactly the grand return you had expected. This was the place where you had been born and raised, at least until junior high, before leaving for years. Now, everything felt both familiar and distant, like a song you hadn’t heard in forever but somehow still knew the lyrics to.

You had always been good at fighting—fast, precise, never one to back down. But that wasn’t why you had moved back to Makochi. No, you had come back because someone had to take care of your grandma. And it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Ren Kaji.

Oh, you knew. He had the whole cool, responsible act down to an art. With that sharp gaze and his ever-present anger issues, he looked like someone people should fear. But you had grown up with him. He was your twin. And you knew the truth.

Ren Kaji was a pain in the ass. In your ass, to be precise.

A loud, stubborn, reckless idiot who had somehow fooled the world into thinking he had it all together. But you? You weren’t buying it.

That night, you had decided to walk around, maybe grab something to eat, let the city settle in around you. You hadn’t even planned to buy Ren anything—it was your money, and the most generous offer you could make was to buy him one lollipop. That was it.

You hadn’t been looking for trouble yet, since you had only been back for a couple of days. But, of course, trouble had found you first.

You exhaled sharply, shaking out your sore arms. The five guys in front of you weren’t particularly skilled, but they were stubborn. And you? You were rusty.

Cracking your knuckles, you rolled your shoulders back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Their leader sneered, taking a step forward, “You should just hand over your cash, sweetheart. No need to get hurt.”

“Sweetheart?” you scoffed. “That’s new. Usually, I get called ‘crazy.’”

The insult had barely left your lips before he lunged. You pivoted sharply, slipping past his swing and driving your elbow into his ribs. He grunted, doubling over just in time for your foot to sweep his legs out from under him. He crashed down hard.

In the shadows of a nearby alley, Jo Togame watched.

At first, he had been ready to step in. This was Shishitoren territory, and some lowlife idiots causing trouble wasn’t something he tolerated. But then he had seen you fight. Sharp movements, precise strikes. Even with your rust, you were dangerous.

So he had leaned back, crossing his arms, letting the rabbit handle its own battle.

Two more had dropped after a few well-placed blows. You were panting slightly now, every movement a second slower, your muscles protesting. Togame had noticed instantly. Fatigue.

Then he had seen it.

A fourth guy had crept up behind you, a broken bottle clutched in his fist, his movements quick and silent. You hadn’t noticed.

Togame had moved.

Before the thug could bring the jagged glass down, Togame had snatched his wrist, twisting it with practiced ease. A sharp yelp had echoed as the weapon had clattered to the pavement. Togame hadn’t hesitated. A swift kick to the ribs had sent the guy sprawling.

“Oblivious much?” Togame had drawled, looking down at you.

You had spun on your heel, ready to snap back, but he had seen it before you had said a word—the exhaustion in your posture, the faint tremble in your hands, the shallow cuts along your arms.

Running a hand through your messy hair, you had exhaled.

“Haven’t fought since I moved out. First time today,” your voice had been casual, but your breath had been unsteady. “Had to get my reflexes and muscle memory back.”

Togame had tilted his head, eyes lingering on you.

Then, he had smirked, "Not bad for being out of practice.”

You had shot him a tired glare, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Dunno. You look like you’re about to pass out,” he had said. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to enemy lines.”

You had scoffed but hadn’t argued, “Suit yourself.”

As you had dusted yourself off and started to walk, Togame had watched you with that same infuriating smirk.

“You sure you’re not about to keel over?” he had asked, hands shoved in his pockets.

You had rolled your eyes, “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” he had nodded, unconvinced. “That’s why you’re swaying on your feet.”

“I’m not swaying.”

“Right. So if I pushed you right now, you wouldn’t topple over?”

You had narrowed your eyes, “Try it and see what happens.”

Togame had raised his hands in mock surrender, “Relax, rabbit. Just saying, you look like you got run over.”

You exhaled at the nickname. You remember that day.

You had just been minding your own business, walking home through a shortcut behind some old buildings, when you had spotted it—a small rabbit caught in a tangle of wires and trash. It hadn’t even been struggling, just frozen, big eyes staring up at you.

You hadn’t thought twice. You had crouched down, carefully untangling the mess, muttering under your breath about how stupid it was for a rabbit to get stuck in the first place. The moment it had been free, it had bolted, kicking up dirt as it had disappeared into the bushes.

You had figured that had been the end of it.

But when you had stood up, brushing your hands off, you had heard slow clapping.

Togame. Leaning against a wall, arms crossed, looking way too entertained.

“Didn’t take you for the soft-hearted type,” he had mused. “Rescuing bunnies in alleyways now?”

You had rolled your eyes, “It was stuck. What was I supposed to do, leave it there?”

“Dunno. But now I definitely can’t unsee it,” his smirk had widened.

Just as you had finished untangling the little rabbit, footsteps had approached from behind.

“Oh! There you are,” an older man had sighed in relief. He had been dressed in a crisp apron, the faint scent of herbs and garlic clinging to him, “That rabbit belongs to me. Thought I lost him.”

You had blinked.

“Oh. Well, here," you had scooped up the rabbit and handed it over without a second thought.

The man had smiled warmly, “Thanks, kid. Would’ve been a shame to lose such a fresh one before dinner service.”

You had frozen.

“Dinner service?”

“Yeah. I run that European place down the street. We’ve got a rabbit stew special tonight.”

Your stomach had dropped as you had watched him secure the little creature in a crate. The rabbit had twitched its nose at you, completely oblivious to its fate.

Togame, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, had burst out laughing.

“Oh, that’s rich,” he had wheezed. “You just saved that thing for the butcher.”

Your eye had twitched, “I—I didn’t know!”

“You looked so proud of yourself, too,” he had teased. “Damn, rabbit, that’s cold.”

And just like that, the nickname had stuck. No matter how much you had tried to shake it, Togame wouldn’t let it go.

So now, as you trudged alongside him, bruised and exhausted, you had heard it again—

“Yo, rabbit, still with me?”

You had groaned, dragging a hand down your face, “For the last time, stop calling me that.”

“Not a chance. Come on, let’s get your beaten ass outta here,” Togame had just laughed.

“You look like you just crawled out of a sewer, but I didn’t comment on it," you scoffed, didn't want to back down from anything.

He snorted, “Harsh. You always this grumpy after a fight?”

“Only when I have to deal with you right after.”

“Guess that makes me lucky, huh?” his smirk deepened, and you resisted the urge to wipe it off his face with your fist.

Instead, you exhaled sharply and started walking.

“Whatever. Just don’t slow me down.”

“You’re the one limping," Togame easily matched your pace.

“I am not limping.”

“Sure, sure," he tilted his head, amused. “Keep telling yourself that, rabbit.”

You shot him a glare, but he just chuckled, following you all the way to Pothos Café. But the second you stepped inside, the conversation halted.

Hiragi, Sao, Umemiya, Sakura, Nirei, Sugishita, and Kotoha all turned toward you, their gazes scanning the fresh cuts and bruises littering your skin.

Kotoha reacted first, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Relax, it was just a warm-up," you waved a hand dismissively.

“A warm-up?” Hiragi raised an eyebrow. If anything, Hiragi was more of a brother than Ren. He was always a around when you grew up. In fact, you picked up how to fight—and getting damn good at it—because of him.

You could see his gaze flickered to Togame, “And you—what the hell did you do to her?”

Togame raised his hands in surrender, looking far too entertained, “Hey, don’t pin this on me. She was like this when I found her.”

“He didn’t find me. He just wouldn’t shut up and leave me alone," you scoffed.

“That’s called being a good friend," Togame winked. You cringed, physically and emotionally. You left him and sat on an empty chair, sighing.

“You’re bleeding," Sakura frowned, as he wasn't bleeding all the time.

You sighed, shaking your head and voicing what you thought, “You guys literally bled all the time. And it’s not fine when I do it?”

“Well, your brother would—”

“Don’t say a word to Ren,” you warned, pinching the bridge of your nose. The last thing you needed was your brother flying into another overprotective fit. He was too damn quick to anger when it came to you, and it was starting to get under your skin.

“Say what?”

The room tensed.

You froze for half a second before turning your head. There, standing in the doorway, was Ren Kaji.

His dark gray eyes locked onto your injuries, his usually blank expression darkening into something unreadable.

Hiragi muttered under his breath, already reaching for his pills, “Oh, this’ll be fun.”

You exhaled sharply, bracing yourself for the incoming storm.

“Well… shit.”

[tobeshamanking]

Shaman King 2001: Hao & Yoh

[sunsetsandsunshine]

AHHH I'm so happy youre back to writing! I felt like the Rottmnt tickle community was dying there.

Been dying for a lee! Mikey Ler! Big bros fic.

~ 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗… ~

❤️💜🐢💙🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ❤️💜🐢💙🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷, 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 🥲💔⁉️ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂??? 𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸’𝙼 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝🩷💝💕˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟹𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛’s: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊). 𝙱𝚞𝚝…𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!) 

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @pocky-dragon

@danineedshelp @jamiesgotchu @saturnzskyzz @savemeafruitjuice

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @mythica0 @titters-and-tingles

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲!!! 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶!!! 

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐/‘𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐’ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 (😵)!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢…𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 😅…

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝙸’𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝟶:𝟷𝟿– 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙽𝚈 🕺🏾✨ 

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“MOVE YOU’RE HIPS, MIKEY!!!” Donnie yelled at his orange cladded younger brother. 

“I’M TRYING!!!” The box turtle yelled back, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M SHAKIRA?!”

“WELL, YOU’RE HIPS DEFINITELY DO LIE BECAUSE I SEE NO FUCKING MOVEMENT!” The elder yelled in return which earned a loud snort of amusement from Leo in the peanut gallery; the slider enjoying the chaos and banter between Mikey and Donnie. 

It was a nice Saturday evening and the four brother’s spent the day just…casually hanging out, for no exact reason in particular. The brother’s just truly wanted to chill (for today…).

They did karaoke, binged movies, and y’know…just chilled. That’s what Summer was about: relaxation. 

Well…they were relaxed.

Until their nerdy scientist brother found a TikTok video that he quote on quote ‘Had to learn to get with the trendy trends for his likey likes.’

His words, not mine.

And so, he dragged Mikey into it because the dance required about two people (and Donnie wasn’t trying to make it seem like he was lonely). But sadly and not surprisingly, the young scientist has been trying to teach the youngest the choreography for about…3 hours.

3 hours. 

Let that sit with you for a second. Let that marinate. 

And let’s just say…Donnie’s patience wasn’t exactly the best. Especially when it came to dance. Plus, this dance wasn’t even hard! All that was required to do was move your hips and do dramatic hand movements like some stereotypical blonde ordering an overcomplicated Starbucks order!

In conclusion: not hard at all! 

And Donnie knew he wasn’t raised with a piece of cardboard! Mikey knew how to dance…!

…To an extent, anyway…

“It’s not my fault I’m stiff!” The youngest whined which only caused the second oldest to simply scoff, rolling his eyes with sass, “Well it’s gotta be someone’s fault.”

“It’s probably Draxum’s.” The slider suggested. 

“I concur. It is probably Draxum’s fault.” Donnie agreed, “Anyway, stiff or not stiff, I need you to learn how to do this dance.” The box turtle groaned again at the comment, “Why me though? Why can’t you just do it with Leo or something???”

“Me and Leo already learned the dance!” The softshell huffed proudly, “We learned, practiced and recorded it all yesterday.” 

“Twin type shit.” The second youngest added on, sending Donnie finger-guns. 

“Twin type shit.” The purple loving turtle amusedly agreed, not doing the same hand movement but just doing an awkward thumbs up which Leo couldn’t help but giggle to. 

Raph, who was sitting next to Leo on the couch scratched the top of his head a bit, pondering slightly. “Why don’t you try doing a different dance?” The eldest suggested, “Y'know…maybe one that doesn’trequire so much hip movement…?”

“Like The TikTok Rizz Party dance!” Leonardo happily suggested, standing up excitedly which only earned hard glares from all of his brothers. The second youngest rolled his eyes at the looks, putting a hand on his hip, “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You gotta admit: it’s simple to learn.”

“It’s not a dance— it’s a freaking demon ritual.” The snapping turtle deadpanned. 

“Same difference...” Leonardo huffed, sitting back down next to his older brother. Raph sighed impatiently, rubbing his temples like a single Mom that worked two jobs (sorry not sorry for that reference), “I’m too young for all of this bullshit…”

“Raph!” The youngest suddenly wailed, “Aren’t I moving my hips???” Mikey whined impatiently, demonstrating the dance which got a small stifled giggle from Leo. The leader in blue got up, covering his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing as he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

The eldest turtle grimaced, trying to hold back his laughter as well, “You’re…You’re moving something…” 

“He’s moving his fucking chest and shoulders…” Donnie explained, “Which are nowhere near your hips.” 

“Again: The Tik Tok Rizz Party is still an option.” Leonardo happily said as he went back to the lounge area and started to do the quote on quote ‘Tik Tok Rizz Party’ dance. The purple loving teen inwardly cringed as he watched his slightly younger brother’s antics, sighing sadly as he covered his face. 

Of all the individuals he had to be twins with…

“Sit your hyperactive ADHD ass down.” Raph demanded as he grabbed Leo’s shell with his hand, forcing him to sit back down.

“Anyways. Angel, I want you to move with your hips!” The softshell emphasized again, going behind Mikey and squeezing his hips to demonstrate how and when the youngest was supposed to move them (since the box turtle was apparently having an issue separating his chest from his hips).

Y'know, stiff people problems. Something Donnie couldn’t possibly relate to nor understand. 

“EEP-!!!”The youngest suddenly squealed, his face morphing to one of giddy panic, “D-Deehee! Noho stahahap!”

“I am helping you with your atrocious dancing, you buffon! Now stay still!” The second oldest huffed, squeezing the shortest turtle’s hips again. 

“You’re 'helping' tihihickles!” Mikey complained, holding onto his scientist brother’s wrists in a small attempt to stop him. Which didn’t…obviously. But it was worth a shot. An A for effort some might call it. 

Donnie tried to stifle his giggles, raising a confused brow, “Oho, my helping tickles, now does it? How is that even possible, my dear younger brother?” 

“Wahait w-wahahait dohohon’t— *squeal* nahahaha!” Mikey laughed, throwing his head back on Donnie’s shoulder as his knees gave out, trying to retreat unto the floor but his older brother only followed him as he did so.

“Don’t? Don’t what~?” The second oldest turtle asked incocently, scribbling his fingers against the other’s sides. The box turtle curled in on himself on the carpeted floor, kicking his legs back and forth. 

Donnie snickered, “Dude, I’m genuinely asking! What do you mean 'don’t'~?” 

Michelangelo just hugged his middles as he squirmed and screeched, giggling his small little heart out as his older brother tickled him. The young scientist sighed dramatically, sitting on the youngest’s legs as he stopped tickling him for a moment. 

“Hey, guys?” Donatello said as he turned to the red and blue duo sitting on the couch, “I miiiiight need some help over here. I’m feeling ignored by this one— he’s not answering me.” He deadpanned as he jabbed the turtle below him in the side, causing the youngest to sound like a overpowered drill screwdriver fusion. 

“Say less.” Raph grinned, going over to the PB&J duo as Leo quickly followed right behind. 

Okay…well, this hang-out-with-your-brothers-just-because-you-can hangout was turning left veryquickly. Perhaps that’s what Mikey gets due to the fact that he was spinning left and Donnie was spinning right…

Even though the purple banded turtle told him numerous times to turn the other direction, the youngest didn’t feel like listening. I guess he now knows how the second oldest feels when Mikey doesn’t pay attention to his 4 hour yap sessions.

As one smart, tooootally not demented 21 year old said: Karma’s a bitch. 

The box turtle squealed loudly as his other brother’s approached next to him and sat down. The youngest immediately retracted into his shell as panicky giggles from him echoed around the lair. 

The three older brother’s collectively groaned, knowing they’ve alllll danced this dance before. “Ugh…I hate when he does that…” Leo complained dramatically as he crossed his arms across his plastron. Raphael cracked his knuckles, his grin widening, “Don’t worry, boys. I got this.” The red banded turtle put the Mikey in his lap, blowing a raspberry directly on the youngest’s stomach. 

The reaction was almost like the speed of light as the orange banded turtle immediately erupted into loud mouse cackles, trying to wriggle his way out of his older brother’s iron grip although now that he was caught in the lion’s den…his attempts of escaping were now futile.  

“WHAHA— *squeak*?! NAHAHA?!?! *Squeak* RAPH RAPH RAHAHAPH!!!” Michelangelo giggly sputtered out, his laugh raising a pitch as Raphael refused to take any breath’s on the raspberry and just continued and continued. 

And Mikey knew Raph. For heaven’s sakes, that was his brother. The paint loving turtle knew (definitely NOT from experience) that Raph would not take a break unless the orange banded got out of his shell. 

“WHYHYHYHY???” The orange banded turtle cackled, his limbs and head coming out of his shell as he tried to glare at his brothers, which they all couldn’t help but awe to. “Awe, there you are~! Now this is definitely a fair fight!” The gentle giant happily exclaimed, removing his head from Mikey’s stomach. 

“ThIHIs ihis ahan ahamBUHUSH!!!” 

“Same difference.” Leo shrugged, squeezing the box turtle’s ankles repeatedly. “NAHAT THEHE FEEHEEHEET!!!” The orange banded turtle cried, kicking his legs around to try and make Leo dislodge his grip on his ankle. “Jeeheez…I didn’t eheven doohoo anything yehet!” The slider commented smugly.

“Guess it tickles that bad, huh, Mikester~?” The blue banded turtle teased. 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET YOHOU AHAHASS!!!”

Leo dramatically gasped at the rebuttal, gently pulling his little brother’s toes back and scribbling his fingers all over his arch. “That is no way to talk to your beloved older brother!” The slider lightly scolded. Donnie, who was next to Mikey nodded in agreement, his fingers pinching all over his littlest brother’s ribs, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson…” 

“NOHOHAHAH! IHI DAHA— *squeak* DOHOHON’T!!!” The box turtle protested, swatting his hands on Raph’s arm like a drunk jellyfish. “And hitting too?!” The blue banded teen announced, “Your reeeeallyasking for it…” 

Raphael raised a hand, wiggling his fingers near Mikey’s neck. The turtle in question paled, “NAHAT THEHE NEHEHECK!!! YOHOU GUHUYS IHI ACTUALLY CAHAN’T DOOHOO THIHIHIS PLEHEHEASE—“

“Your neck? Oh, what a great idea!” Donnie smiled sweetly, one of his hands dancing around the right side of the fake dancer’s neck as Raph dipped his head in the other side. “IIIII…gitchie gitchie gotchu~!” The gentle-giant teased, rubbing his face back and forth in the crook of the youngest’s neck. 

Mikey let out the most inhuman screech to ever exist in between his cackles, shaking his head and scrunching his shoulders desperately, “LEHEHET MEEHEE GOHOHAHAHA!!!” He squeaked. 

“WHYHYHY MEEHEEHEE?!?!” The box turtle whined despreatley through his laughs, unable to do anything but just lay in Raph’s lap and just take the tickles at this point in time. 

Speaking of, WHY was he getting tickled by his big brothers in the first place again??? What the hell did he even DO to deserve this torment? They all just basicslly jumped him as if he had money on him or something!!!

And for the record: Mikey in fact did not. This time at least. 

He borrowed some cash from April last week but immediately put it inside of his piggy bank the second he got home. Since he knew either one of his greedy grubby hand brother’s would snatch that cash cash money cash cash right away…

But…wait.

What was Mikey pondering about again???

“Because you’re the youngest.”The blue loving teen simply said, “Aaaaand we just gotta tickle the heck out of you ‘cuz you’re just so cute~!” Leo cooed playfully, his hands squeezing and prodding at Mikey’s knees. 

“Not too much now, Leo. You’re a baby brother too.” Donnie commented smugly. “By two seconds!!!” The blue banded turtle pouted, glaring at the soft-shell. The soft-shell in question chuckled at the angry face expression, kneading Mikey’s hips mercilessly. “Two seconds that makes you the second youngest. And a baby brother.” He taunted, grinning at the annoyed look that his younger twin was giving him. 

“What are you guys going on about? You’re all baby brothers.” Raph exclaimed.

“So are you!” Leo huffed, “April exists, y’know!”

“GUHUHUHUYS!!!” The youngest screamed, trying to get his siblings attention as they bickered. “Hm? What’s wrong, little bro? Did the Tickle Monster find a bad spot~?” Raph asked, now blowing raspberries at the orange banded turtle’s neck. 

“YOHOU— *squeal* FAHACK!!! GOHOH AWAHAHAY!!!” The box turtle screamed. Leo rolled his eyes fondly, scoffing lightly, “You love this so don’t even, Miguel.” 

“Why should we go away~?” The eldest fake pouted, tickling Mikey under his chin lightly, “Is this a bad spot~? Is that why? Yeah~? Awe, what a shame…” 

“PLEHEHEASE BEEHEE QUIHIHI— *squeak*!!!” The youngest bellowed, “STAHAHA— STAHA—!!! PLEHEHEASE AHANHTHING BUHUHUT THAHAHAT!!!”Mikey purely went into silent cackles, happy tears falling down his face as tiny mouse squeaks followed. “IHIHI *squeal* SURRENDER!! GUHUYS PLEHEHEASE *squeal* I’M *squeal* GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!!!”

The three brother’s removed their tickling hands, ceasing their attack as the youngest wheezed out remaining laughs breathlessly, “Ihi cahan’t breeheeathe…”

“Considering the fact that you are talking right now (which requires you to breathe), I think you’ll be fine.” Donnie commented, handing Mikey a glass of water which the youngest basically snatched and chugged in 2 seconds flat.

Freaking heathen…

“Did we go too far?” Leo dramatically gasped, going over and taking the orange banded teen from the eldest’s lap, squeezing Mikey in a hug and looking him over like he was a random exotic species specimen. “You're not dead...right? Oh man, Dad will literally kill me if I accidentally killed you…wait. That would make me the youngest. Oh well, I never wanted a younger brother anyway...”

“Hey hehey hehehey! Slow your freaking role! Ihi aham nohot dead!” The box turtle giggled, raising a brow at his immediate older brother’s antics. The slider sighed mockingly, “Had all my hopes up for nothing…” 

The smallest turtle rolled his eyes at the comment before having a moment of realization, “Whahat were weehee eheven doing agahain…?” Mikey giggly asked, resting his head against Leo’s shoulder as the slider rubbed his carapace. “Teaching you to dance.” Donnie sighed sadly, “But, alas, some things were just not meant to be.” 

Mikey glared playfully before landing his eyes on his scientist brother’s phone that was leaning up on one of the tables. “Dee! You were recording???” The box turtle screeched, hiding his face in his shell as the others laughed. “Don records everything, little bro. With or without his phone. So either way you were gonna end up being recorded.” Raph explained teasingly. 

“You never know, Mikejandro, maybe you’ll blow up on Tik Tok!” Leo suggested, “I’d call it: The Disgruntled Demise of a Box Turtle.” 

“Talk about word vomit…” The scientist mumbled under his breath, going to where his phone stood as his siblings bickered in the background. The soft-shell replayed some of the footage as he muted the video, smiling softly (get it? Soft-shell, smiling softly? I’m so funny you guys…) at the shenanigans that unfolded not too long ago. 

The second oldest chuckled softly (still get it?) to himself, putting his phone in his sweatshirt pocket as he went back to where his brother’s were sitting. 

“…Do you guys think I can fit 5 s’mores in my mouth?” Mikey suddenly asked. 

“Michael…please don’t do that. You could choke.” Donnie shuddered.

“Plus, you’re being a coward.” Leo added, “Try 10.” 

“I think 15 is better.” Raph grinned, “But it’s okay if you can’t do it. No one could ever beat Raph’s 25 s’mores record...” The red banded teen huffed out proudly. 

“…it’s ‘cuz you’re fucking rotund, man. No one would or could beat you even if we hired a whole football team to go up against you.” The art loving teen said. 

Raphael blinked confused, “Ro-tuh-wha—?” 

“He’s calling you fat.” Donnie giggly explained. 

Raph’s jaw comically opened wide in awe, hitting his littlest brother’s shoulder, “RAPH IS NOT FAT!!!” He shouted defensively. 

“Whatever you say, Jupiter…” Mikey retorted almost immediately as the twins completely lost it, the three smaller turtles soon descending into loud contagious cackles. The red banded turtle crossed his arms, glaring at them profusely, “You all are my 13th reason…” The eldest grumbled miserably, despite the soft small smile clearly evident on his face. 

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

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

[sun-chased]

not super well-versed in gl lore, but here are some thoughts on what the lanterns would be wearing under their uniforms if they were forced to report for an urgent mission in the middle of the night—

hal: his bomber jacket and literally nothing else

john: fully dressed with a crisp button-down and a tasteful watch

guy: those white boxers with red hearts on them from the cartoons

kyle: cuffed jeans and those “starry night” socks that everyone bought for their artistic acquaintances in the 2010’s

jessica: a nightwing crewneck over an “i ❤️ coast city” t-shirt

simon: a matching “i ❤️ coast city” t-shirt

jo: one piece hoodie with a custom satin-lined hood

[zuzu-romeave]

hornsby if the “certain angle” isnt brad realizing he’s aromantic im gona die

[kingkatsuki]

i remember uryu likes warm places, SO WHAT ABOUT BEACH SETTING + swimsuit HUHUHU HIM AND SEIRYU CONSTANTLY BY YOUR SIDE BECAUSE THEY CAN'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES.

This is hell, because you look so pretty splayed out on a towel in your cute bikini as you’re just trying to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun against your skin but both these men are handsy.

You can feel Seiryu dumping a fresh squirt of sun cream onto your back, despite the fact that Uryu had topped you up not even ten minutes earlier. Your skin sticky now as the older twin smears the cream into your over saturated skin. It barely even soaks in because you’re already slick with it, not that it bothers the man as he keeps his hands sliding along your spine. Not even bothering to ask for permission as he unties the bow of your top to expose your entire back as his hands skim your sides, fingertips pressing against the curve of your tits from where you lay on the towel.

Uryu isn’t much better. Not to be bested by his brother as he begins to work on your thighs, calloused hands dip into the plush skin as he strokes higher, subtly pulling your thighs apart as his slender fingers dip beneath the hem of your bikini bottoms, brushing against your outer labia as you find yourself moaning from their touch. Acutely aware you’re in public, and your friends are meters away splashing around in the sea while both men continue to torture your body.

Seiryu’s fingers dip beneath you to pinch and tug at your hardening nipples as you shoot him a look, adjusting yourself as you make to tie the back of your bikini top again which only gives him space to fully palm your breast as you feel Uryu’s fingers brush through your sticky folds. They’re shameless teasing you like this, but it’s becoming far too much—

They watch you as you walk away, hips swaying and your ass jiggling as you stomp through the sand that sinks beneath your feet. Lingering on the towels as they watch you disappear into the sea with their friends— thankful that you can wash some of the excesss suncream from your sticky skin.

It doesn’t take long for both men to join you, like hungry sharks circling their prey as they corner you beneath the water. Hands already disappearing beneath your bikini bottoms as they get you from both sides— telling Tsubaki you’re not the best swimmer as they cage you in — everyone else completely unaware you now have two sets of fingers buried deep inside your warm cunt as you try not to moan out in pleasure.

But now all you can hear is them bickering as though you’re not even there as they try to decide between themselves who gets to go first— pulling their shorts down just enough to free their aching cocks when your friends are playing ball barely a meter away.

[bisexuallsokka]

25 from the prompt list!! :)

25. a kiss as a 'yes'

Zuko can't keep his eyes off Sokka.

This is nothing new, of course. At this point in their years of marriage, preceded by years of friendship that turned into years of dating, Zuko is sure he has spent hours of his life staring at Sokka.

This, though...this is different.

He watched Sokka's brilliant smile all night as he played and talked with his niece and nephews for hours. He saw Sokka running around with them, playing tag and hide and go seek and half a dozen games the kids had invented until Sokka needed to rest his knee and found himself with a lap full of three young kids mere moments after sitting down. Zuko smiled fondly as Sokka read the three of them books until all four of them were on the verge of falling asleep. Zuko saw every hug and forehead kiss he gave the kids as they said their goodbyes, saw Sokka's eyes getting misty at their protest of his leaving, saw the content smile on his face as he drove.

Once they are home and getting ready for bed, Sokka catches him looking a few times until he grins and teases, "Is there something on my face?"

Zuko smiles. "No. I just...I love how much you love those kids. I love them too, of course, but you are crazy about them. It's cute."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it that they are so cute."

"They're getting so big," Zuko says. "Do you ever...miss when they were smaller?"

Sokka shrugs. "I thought I would, but I love seeing their personalities emerge as they grow. It's so funny seeing them act just like Aang or Katara."

"Don't you miss their newborn snuggles though?" Zuko asks.

Sokka eyes him suspiciously. "Obviously. I'm not a monster. Wait, did you-" he starts, eyes lighting up for a moment before he calms down. "Never mind. No way is Katara pregnant, she's told me she's done having kids." He still gives Zuko a side eye, and Zuko laughs.

"She's not pregnant, no. We were talking about something else all night."

"Okay," Sokka says, giving him his full attention, now definitely on Zuko's case. "It has to do with babies?"

Zuko nods, trying his hardest to not betray his nervousness. He's not nervous about what he's trying to ask Sokka, he knows he wants it, but he also knows how badly Sokka wants it, so Zuko wants this moment to be special. Sokka, looking confused, just waits for Zuko to elaborate, and Zuko swallows. "Well, I've been talking with Azula-"

"She is pregnant?" Sokka says, eyebrows shooting up, and Zuko can't help but laugh at the bewildered expression on his face.

"No, definitely not," he says quickly. "She just-- well, you see, she's been...she's a lawyer, yeah? And not the kind that we...but she has connections...she has some good recommendations..."

Sokka looks completely lost, so Zuko stops, takes a deep breath, and says, "She gave me a list of good family lawyers. Ones that have experience with adoption cases."

At first, he thinks Sokka hadn't heard him, he's more still than Zuko has ever seen him in his life. But then, his eyes widen, barely enough for Zuko to notice. Zuko doesn't think he's even breathing.

"This is something that we have talked about but we always dropped it, leaving it for some future discussion because we were busy or low on money or distracted by one thing or another. I know how badly you want kids, and I was nervous about it at first, but now I know how badly I want to have kids with you, and it's been all I can think about the last few times we have been at Katara's, and I swear she read my mind because she started talking about it tonight and everything just feels right, so if you are ready, if you think it's a good time-"

He doesn't get to finish his rambling. Sokka shoots across the room, his hands gently cradling Zuko's face as he looks into his husband's eyes. Sokka's own eyes are wide and excited and so damn beautiful, and he says, "You're serious?"

"More serious than I've ever been ab--hmmph!"

He's taken by surprise as Sokka interrupts him again, this time with a kiss so fierce it honestly kind of hurts. Zuko smiles into it nonetheless, his arms reaching for Sokka's waist to pull him closer.

Sokka's lips widen into a smile as well, and when they pull back, Zuko asks, "So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes, you dumbass," Sokka says, going for exasperated but failing as his tears are overflowing and Zuko reaches a hand up to wipe them away, not registering his own tears until Sokka does the same for him.

[vampireatheart]

my inventory

[tobeshamanking]

Shaman King 2001: Asakura twins

[closetofcuriosities]

Twin Peaks (1990-2017)

[tortoisesshells]

has anything in DS ever been fumbled harder than Vicki and Josette's relationship - in which Josette presents herself to Vicki as savior and antecedent, possesses her multiple times extraordinarily suggestively, is presented by the narrative as a omen of Vicki's possible fate (dead on the rocks below Widow's Hill), and ties her more strongly to the sordid history of the Collinses than any other element of the beginning --- and yet, when Vicki and Josette finally meet in 1795, it's completely and utterly irrelevant to either of them? No. Thanks for coming to my talk. ❤️