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yooouuuu wanna know what sounds really good rn? You writing silly, mundane headcanons of the matsuno bros. I've been trying to think up of shit to give you to make head canons about but all i got so far is silly icky food combos that theyve randomly eaten or just like. I feel like ichi and choro would have the worst. Ichi just bc he's lazy and it was what was lying around and the time and choro because a freak. I can see him eating a peanut butter and pickles sandwich.

Fav gross foods!

I got this ask and went through all the boys ages ago but tumblr hadn't saved my draft and I lost it. I'm finally returning to it and it may not be what I had before but by god I'm getting it done.

Osomatsu

Salted watermelon

Least ashamed (he has no shame)

He makes fun of the others for their picks though

Will insist on salt any time he eats watermelon, no matter the company

Will also violently insist on having anyone else try it

"See? It's great, right? What'd I say, it's the best!.. What do you mean you don't like it?"

Karamatsu

Wine with anchovies

Thought it's a classy cool thing to do, and then got hooked on it

It is not cool, he read the instructions wrong, and people give him weird looks

It doesn't help that he's just dipping the anchovies in the wine glass

When he figured out he was doing it wrong, he didn't fix it, but just got more secretive

Will be up at 2 am like a cryptid dipping anchovies in wine

Choromatsu

Cucumber in honey

"But it's healthy!"

Of course his would be the blandest option

Read online that it helps lower blood pressure and god knows he needs it

Though he gets made fun of the most, only because he tries so hard to defend himself

It makes him feel better that the crunch is so annoyingly loud for the others to deal with

Ichimatsu

Cat treats (freeze dried shrimp)

We've seen Ichi get pissed at Oso for eating something that he had bought for cats in the past; I think that'd be freeze dried shrimp

One day while feeding the cats he noticed he was hungry and got curious

And then he actually liked it, how awful

If anyone makes faces at him for it they swiftly move along when he looks like he'll kill them.

Sometimes esp kitty will shove one in his mouth when he seems to be stewing for too long

Jyushimatsu

Peanutbutter ramen

I mean, there is peanut sauces, but Jyushi hardly has the patience to make the whole thing

It's even worse when he forgets to drain the water and it's just watered down peanutbutter

Let's not mention that he likes the noodles on the harder side

Lemme also add here that sometimes he'll just eat the ramen dry with the flavor packet poured in the bag

This is probably his least odd combo, if we're honest.

Todomatsu

Dipping fries in strawberry ice cream

Saw a post about it and tried it for himself; though usually in those posts it was vanilla or chocolate

He can't abandon his brand though

Personally, he likes how the tangy or occasionally sour flavor mixes with the salt on fries

He also likes bar fries with ice cream, which is where it gets more questionable

I'm talkin paprika or cayenne pepper; others end up coughing and then choking on ice cream while he looks as sweet as a peach

I'm taking this as my birthday present omg

this is so late lmao but HERE U GO ROTTMNT VALENTINES

bruising bites

yan, dub-con, heed the tags

he takes this opportunity to take care of you.

you're staying over the lair for a few days, waiting for the police to do their business. it's stressful to walk by your neighbour's old flat down the hall and see police tape on the door. raph offered hospitality to you and you agreed on a week or so, which should be plenty of time to let nypd do their thing. your job even let you have a break at the unfortunate circumstance that had taken place.

mikey makes sure to keep you fed and safe the most compared to his brothers. you rarely find yourself going out for the first few days, watching movies with leo or playing video games with donnie. you even find yourself having tea time with raph, having a nice conversation about what's the best way to put someone in a headlock. but mikey tended to pull you close to him the most, letting you try the meals he makes first. letting you curl into him while the two of you comfortably laze on the couch. letting you run your hands along his shoulders. the shivers he gets when the pads of your fingers press a little firmer against his markings. as if you're comparing the texture of them to the rest of his skin.

he can't help it if he turns to kiss you. he can't help it if his hands wander under that sleep shirt you've been wearing around all day. he can't help it if he soaks his shorts grinding against your leg, panting as you make out on the couch. after a moment you push him away, surprised at how things have escalated quickly. you get up from the couch, quickly walking away with a warm face, and you shut yourself off in the guest bedroom, locking the subway door and curling up in bed.

mikey hopes he didn't gross you out. he really hopes you aren't disgusted by him. he had been working so hard to bring you closer, to not let anyone get in the way. he had you in his hands, feeling your flesh, reverently tracing your contours. his heart sank when you ran away from him. it's only right he should chase you down to explain himself, right ? that he adores you. that he would sacrifice anything for you. that he would kill for you. perhaps not that last part, but he knocks on your door regardless and waits for you to open it, coming out with a shy expression on your face. his stomach erupts in butterflies and his heart hurts, attempting to escape its confines.

with a few sweet words you let him in and he has you pinned against the mattress, pyjama bottoms and underwear on the floor, so ready for him to show you how much he adores you. even if you hesitate. even if you clutch his wrists and tell him you might not be ready. he reassures he'd be gentle. he'd be good, so good for you.

the way he kisses down your throat, little nips trailing along your neck. his cloaca pressed up against you while his hands tighten on your hips. he's shaking. he's weak. he's fantasised about this for so long he's starving for it.

the first bite was agonising. the second was electrifying. the third was claiming. his tongue laps at your stinging flesh and his cock drops while you sob, digging your nails into the marks on his shoulders, a small chirp leaving his lips while he nibbles on your pulse point. mikey's cock presses in, in, in, your walls complaining at the stretch. your nails create deep crescents at this point, you're trying to take deep breaths as his praises reverberate in your ears.

he sits up to look down at your half-lidded eyes, bite-ridden neck, and he finally glanced down where the two of you are joined together. you beg him to move, he listens. watching the way you stretch and take him. he churrs loudly, moving back down again to go harder, nuzzling back into your neck with little "so perfect"s and "pretty"s. mikey's hands grip your hips to keep you in place, but he's unsure how much longer he could last when you're so much better when it's you. not some garment of yours, but living, breathing you.

he stills and watches the face you make when you come like watching the sun set, stroking a thumb against your cheek as he keeps going. you could feel when he empties himself inside, but you're too overstimulated to complain about it. he carefully cleans you up and takes care of you, holding you close to him when you drift off.

after a while you wake up from your nap to find he's not there. you find it mildly upsetting. you stand, wobbling for a moment before stepping in front of the mirror, noticing the nasty bruises and marks appearing notably on the skin of your neck. you gasp, lightly touching the scabbing teeth marks and wincing at the shot of pain you get, then feeling your thighs subconsciously clench together. you're a little sure you could get used to this.

God I love writing cooking. I love reading cooking. Anytime you see cooking in one of my fics, know I absolutely adored writing it.

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH BEANIE !!! This is so cute <33

First Meetings || New Outfits || Turtle Pile

A small piece to celebrate the one year anniversary of the fic „Under Streetlights“ by my friend @spoopyblues214

Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo

I hate her.

Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar

Word count: 454

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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.

I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.

He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?

Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?

Why give Oso money when you have so little?

Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?

Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?

God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.

He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.

You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.

He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.

Ichi sighed.

I hate her.

turtles‼️‼️ (this is my take on some of the og concept art for rise! not entirely my own designs!!)

[ids in alt!]

Lots of good posts about the AO3 situation going around and I just want to add:

If you find that you are distressed about not being able to access the stories that you love, tell the authors of those stories once the archive is up again! Tell them you missed them, tell them you were in the middle of one of their fics when it went down and not being able to click the Next Chapter button was agonizing, tell them all of the things you appreciate about their writing. If you're relying on artists (that includes fanfic writers!) for joy or comfort or pleasure or distraction or any other positive experience, they want to hear about it! That will make them happy, too!

Matsu Games pt. 1

Pt. 2 > here