#sorry mooties

[iheartbeers]

he would have no idea what “going to church in a G-String” means but he would sing that shit with his full chest

[picnicbask3t]

*holds up gun* Ponyo’s dad, smash or pass—

would

The mom too

[boyswillbedogz]

may be inactive for a long time on all but my tiktok :(

[divinesolas]

ugh i bet jace is a sloppy kisser like he’s so WET

first thing i see after eating lunch okay !

but no joke he definitely is. At first it would probably stem from inexperience, but hes so eager to learn, more excited than anything. Then it just comes from his desperation, hes not the type of guy to just kiss anybody! hes kissing because he wants you, needs you even. he presses himself against you and his hands grip at anything just to be able to feel you feel your presence your skin your touch simply because he craves you so bad. he was made for soul crushing devotion i am convinced of this,,, and when you pull away there would a string of saliva keeping the two of you together but he does not even allow it to snap before hes kissing you again.

[torchtour]

im home sick today and kinda (very) out of it. take this. don't be scared. come back. take the drawing.

[jeongin-lvr]

thinking about a lazy sunday afternoon spent in overstimulating jeongin… </3 he’s laying on his back holding onto his pillow from the overwhelming pleasure you keep giving him again and again. at first he was all smiles, giggling while his hand was tugging on your hair, bc deepthroating him was literally all you talked about on the way back home (this boy needs to be reminded how precious and delicious he is multiple times a day). the way your face glows up at the thought of pleasing him, devouring him makes him so happy and excited!!! he cannot wait to display himself for you 🥹 and you look soo cute sucking on his cock so desperately and needy like it’s the most delicious lollipop you’ve ever had in ur whole life, he wants to have this view pictured in his mind forever..

but after two-three orgasms in a row all his hands are capable of are gripping on that pillow for dear life 😣 he’s whimpering while the pillowcase soaks his tears, and his teeth bite on the corners. he’s pressing it tight to his chest while his bright tip fills your mouth, and his whole body shakes uncontrollably. when you’re done you clean up the mess with your tongue, and praise him with compliments and hundreds of kisses …~

i need him… i need him really really bad 🥹

THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS HELP😭 ANYWAYS I NEED HIM SO BADLY ITS CRAZY

The day started with your constant praises and sweet remarks to him— leaving him blushing and red in the cheeks. When he two of you finally got some time alone, some real quality time, you finally had the chance to really show him how handsome and perfect he really is.

“Innie, love you so much,” You whispered against his skin while using your hands to undo his jeans, tugging them down swiftly in one go. He shivered as your delicate nails gently feathered against his burning skin. Jeongin was so practically drooling already by the time your hands reached his boxers; reaching inside of them to get a hold of his half-hard cock. Jeongin opened his mouth to respond with a returned “I love you” but all that came out was a precious moan as your thumb traced gently over his throbbing tip. You had to laugh at his cute expression; nose scrunched, eyes fluttering and damp, bottom lip jutted out sweetly.

It didn’t take long before he was releasing in his boxers and in your eager hands. But obviously you weren’t quite done yet, were you?

He was laid down now, back against the soft plush of the mattress as the sun was beginning to descend past the horizon, drenching the clouds in a ecstatic glow of orange hues. It melted onto your boyfriends pretty skin, glowing off of him radiantly. And, god, with the sweat that poured down his poor scrunched face, he looked ethereal.

Your lips were now wrapped around his cock, sucking on his tip as your hands worked the rest of his length. You made sure that your eyes never departed from his face because you wanted to capture every little expression he made— your ears already picking up on the little whimpers and tiny moans he let out.

Everything was sticky from your hands to his thighs and tummy, even the bed sheets below the two of you. But you didn’t stop, and Jeongin didn’t stop you.

“Fuck— f-fuck, don’t stop!” Jeongin was embarrassed at himself unraveling for you so easily. He had no courage to take control of you, being pampered by your mouth and hands was both a blessing and a curse.

You almost laughed at him, “I don’t have any intentions to, Innie,” you responded softly before reattaching your plump lips around his length, swirling your tongue around his cock head to elicit those deliciously loud groans he let out.

Jeongin let out sounds that you didn’t know he could make— orgasm after orgasm, each one seeming more and more intense than the last. Orgasm 4 was when he was really losing it. Irises blown out, lips swollen from biting them so hard, tears down the sides of his face. He was gripping the pillows beneath his head so hard and so tight you could see his knuckles turning white and his fingertips the same shade of burning red as his poor, overstimulated cock.

He was so close, thighs twitching for what felt like to him the 800th time. He let out a long mewl before clamping a hand over his mouth and hiding it from your willing ears. You watched as he struggled, chest heaving and the sounds that left his throat grew muffled. You pulled your lips from his cock and raised yourself up, hands still working his dick slowly.

“No, bubs, let me hear you,” You removed his hand from his poor face, his eyes immediately searching for yours almost erratically, “Last one, last one.”

Jeongin nodded, brain full of peach fuzz and mouth too full of drool and spit to even form a sentence.

“You look so pretty like this,” You flicked your wrist faster, his hands shooting up to your waist and squeezing it with all his might, moans flying from his lips and bouncing off the walls.

“I— oh f-fuckk, I’m gonna cum! I’m—“

And the final orgasm you ripped from his gorgeous cock seems to last the longest, his eyes shutting instantly as his lips pulled apart. Jeongin’s chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon, big hands taking a firm hold on your hips onto to find some kind of grounding surface. You watched his face in pure awe, adoring him as he whimpered like a dog, too cute not to bend down and kiss right on the lips. It was a short peck, he barely even realized it happened as he was too focused on how tired he felt.

You let his softening cock go and raised your fingers to your lips, seeing them drenched in his pleasure, dribbling down into a puddle on your palm, “Pretty…” You said before licking it up with your tongue, smiling once your palms were clean, “Such a good boy, Innie.”

Jeongin nodded, still barely comprehending the words being spoken to him, “Love, what about— what about you?” He finally managed as his breathing began to slow.

You shook your head, watching the once vibrant sunlight on his face now descend into a purple-pink shade, making the beads of sweat on his skin seem like a galaxy.

“Don’t worry about me,” You kissed his lips again, softly, as a silent reminder of how his pleasure is your pleasure, “Just needed to show my boyfriend how fucking gorgeous he is.”

look how pretty he is 😔 I’m losing it

[rafeandonlyrafe]

country club bathroom part 4

words: 800

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex

part one / part two / part three / part four

you feel giggly, giddy as rafe has his arm around your shoulder, walking you towards tanneyhill.

you're so out of it, so excited and distracted by the sudden public display of affection that you don't even realize there are other cars sitting in the driveway until you're inside, coming face to face with ward cameron in the entryway.

“this is y/n.” rafe says. he doesn't use any label, but it's clear from how your arm is around his waist, gripping his side, that you're more than friends.

“y/n…” ward mumbles the name, trying to place why you look familiar. “don't you work at the country club?”

“yeah.” you nod, not sure what else to say as the silence stretches, until rafe breaks it by clearing his throat.

“we are uh, seeing each other.” he leaves it at that. 

“boyfriend girlfriend?” ward asks, making you stifle a giggle as you look at rafe, his cheeks turning pink, still embarrassed at being caught by his parent, even if he is a grown adult.

“i mean we haven't worked out the labels yet…” rafe mumbles.

“yes, sir.” you stop rafes rambling. “boyfriend girlfriend.”

“alright…” wards eyes flicker between the two of you. “be safe.” he says before walking away, your eyes widening when you realize what he means.

rafe hurries you up to his room after that, not wanting to encounter any of his other family members.

“did you mean what you said?” rafe cups your cheeks, pressing a peck against your forehead, then nose, then lips.

“about being your girlfriend? i mean you haven't asked me yet sooo…” you mumble, making your intentions clear.

“be my girlfriend? ive known country club workers who have dated members before, as long as it's serious they never get in any trouble.”

your heart warms a little at rafe considering your job, not wanting you to lose what he knows is a precious source of income for you.

“yes.” you nod. “yes, of course ill be your girlfriend.”

“perfect.” rafe hums, pulling you towards his bed. you kick your shoes off before you crawl up, slotting yourself on rafes lap as he lays against the pillows.

“want you so bad.” he mumbles, grabbing your hips and pushing them down into his crotch, dragging you back and forth so you can feel every inch of his length, even through the layers of clothing.

“yeah?” you smirk, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “because you have me.”

the words send rafe into a spiral, instantly flipping you over, and before you know it, you are both naked, rafe having ripped both of your clothes off, his cock now sliding through your folds, only willing to tease you and take it slow now that you're both naked.

“remember what ward said.” you manage to gasp out, even as the head of his cock pushes against your clit. “be safe.”

“right, fuck.” rafe has to pull away to reach into his bedside table, to grab out a condom.

you take the foil from him the second it's within reach, smirking as you place it between your teeth to rip the packaging open. 

reaching down, you slide it over his length, suddenly looking a lot bigger now that he's going inside of your cunt instead of just in your mouth.

“fuck, your hands are so good.” rafes eyes shut as he hovers over you, your hand stroking up and down his cock. you smile at his clearly blissed out expression that you've seen so many times before. you angle his cock to line it up with your entrance, hand falling away when he begins to push his hips forward.

“oh fuck.” you whine out, arms wrapping around rafes shoulders as you tug him closer. he is slow to bury his cock inside of you, wanting to make sure you have plenty of time to adjust to make up for his lack foreplay, but he just couldn't wait to get inside you.

“m… more. it's okay.” you mumble. “i can take it.”

“mmm, you sure pretty girl?” rafe asks, a smirk playing on his face. when you nod and raise your hips slightly, rafe takes it as his sign, suddenly speeding up and deepening his thrusts. 

“shh, shh.” rafe presses his lips against yours when you moan a little too loud. “the walls aren't completely soundproof.”

he knows you're probably fine, but with sarahs room next door, he doesn't want to take any chances and get caught.

“sorry.” you whimper, still moaning but managing to keep it quieter, even when rafe reaches down and rubs his fingers over your clit, already knowing just how you like it from all the times in the country club bathroom where he flipped up your skirt to touch you.

“gonna have to fuck you somewhere no one else is around.” rafe says. “need to hear your moans.” “so you’re not gonna fuck me at work in the country club bathroom?” you giggle, nails scraping down rafes back.

“oh no.” rafe shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your mouth. “i’m gonna fuck you there too.”

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It was currently 2:00 in the morning. And the only things keeping Donatello Hamato alive at the moment were cans of Red Bull, Dr. Pepper and a slice of pizza. And by ‘slice’, he means the entire box.

Which…the more and more Donnie thought about it, that was a hell of a combination to consume for the rest of the night. Also super duper concerning. But it kept him 101% awake, so he couldn’t really complain all that much.

But why was the young scientist staying up so late you may ask? The second youngest was currently working on the de-mutagen mutagen to un-mutagize Mr. O’Neil (try saying that 10 times fast). The tallest turtle has been engrossed in the project for weeks; his eyes have been stuck to his computer as if someone glued them there.

But…why would Mr. O’Neil need ‘de-mutagen mutagen?’ Well…you, my friend, ask the good questions at the wrong time. You see, Donatello and his brothers kinda…maybe…accidentally…spilled mutagen on April’s Dad…

Accidentally! Accidentally. It wasn’t really as bad as it sounded. I mean, how would you react if you saw your Dad turn into a mutant and start flying all over New York? Pretty cool, right?

…Alright. Maybe it was as bad as it sounded.

Turning April’s Dad into a bat…creature-like…thing wasn’t a part of the plan in all honesty. Which was why the tallest turtle of the four was so stubborn on getting this freaking blob of green slime disgustingness finished.

I mean…it was him and his brother’s fault that the scientist got mutated in the first place. And as well as Donnie knows, that’s April’s only family she has as of right now. And that just makes this whole mutation situation (<- hey that rhymes) even worse.

Donnie knows all too well what it’s like for a family member to go missing out of his control. I mean, have you met him? Or literally anyone in his household? It wasn’t out of the ordinary that they would (or could) get kidnapped, captured, or held hostage from time to time.

I mean, the sky’s blue. The grass is green. They get taken from away each other on a daily basis. Duh.

…Anyways; steering away from that sad but true fact, Donnie’s family was, well, his family at the end of the day. His comfort.

And so to just…take that comfort outlet April once had and not do anything about it seemed…inhuman.

I mean, he wasn’t human…not human in the slightest, really. But you get his point.

Huh. And…speaking of family, if Leo was in the second youngest’s room right now, the young leader would’ve said some statements along the lines of: ‘Donnie! Sit up! Your backs built like a shrimp!’ or ‘Don! Stop typing and sit up straight before your back looks like a crooked tree!’

And in all honesty? He should probably fix his posture. But Leo reminding him every millisecond of the day makes him not want to…

Besides, it’s not like he was using the computer for shits and giggles. He was using it because he needed to use it. Because he had to use it.

I mean, the more and more he thought about it, wasn’t it really his fault in the first place? He was the genius. He was the scientist. He was supposed to know the answer to every. single. problem.

Even if the problem was…well, himself.

But what could he even do at this point??? April cut all contacts with him, Mr. O’Neil could be who knows where, and Donnie just ran out of pizza!

Triple. kill!

Well…perhaps using that kind of phrasing isn’t appropriate at the moment, but your picking up what’s he’s putting down, right?

…oh God, he’s starting to sound like Leo…that’s how tired he was.

The scientist groaned, resting his head on the table and rubbing his arm in irritation.

My gosh did he miss sleep.

Even if he got, like, 3 hours on a daily basis…it was 3 hours of sleep! Which is something he rarely got anymore since everything has happened.

He rubbed his arm a tad bit harder, glaring at his computer screen as if it was the most disgusting thing to ever make way on this planet.

And that’s saying a lot. I mean, have you met Raph?

The purple banded turtle sighed in pure annoyance, tapping his other finger on the desk in a repetitive motion.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

At least this he can do without screwing it up. Like he’s done with absolutely everything.

Donnie tapped faster.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

“You look like absolute sugar honey iced tea, broski.” Donnie jumped at the sudden voice, stumbling out of the spinny chair he was sitting on as he grabbed his bō staff which was planted on the floor. He drawed the staff, only to find his baby brother with his hands slightly up in a surrendering position.

“Oh. Hi, Mikey…” The taller turtle relaxed, dropping his staff in complete exhaustion and sinking into his chair like he wasn’t about to chop the other into pieces.

God, did he want sleep...

“Why are you up so early, Dee? It’s, like, 3 a.m. now…” The youngest turtle asked as he walked over to his older brother, pulling up another spinny chair as he sat next to him.

“Late. Why am I up so late. Morning technically starts after midnight. However, 3 a.m. is way too early to be considered part of the daytime. For most of the world, it is still dark outside at this time. And so, 3 a.m. is considered night.” The purple banded turtle rambled. Mikey blinked in confusion at his brother’s rebuttal, rolling his eyes playfully, “Nerd emoji…”

Donnie didn’t even counter the remark. He wanted to, obviously. Sibling bickering is a thing, y’know.

But he had to finish this cure even if it killed him. And how the way things were going, he would have to be revived 14-15 times in order to complete it.

Mikey looked at his older brother worriedly, seeing how focused and entranced he was on the computer. And usually? That would’ve been an amazing thing. Like Mikey here, Donnie would tend to hyperfixate on certain things and spend hours upon hours researching and de-coding and…

Well, you get the idea.

But ever since April stopped talking to them completely, Donnie’s been so…prone to figuring out a way to cure her Dad.

If there even was one…

And the youngest couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his immediate older brother in a bed. Sleeping. And that made the youngest worry. Worry beyond repair. And if you didn’t already know, he doesn’t do worry. That’s Master Splinter’s job…if you weren’t able to tell by all the grey/gray hairs.

“You're doing the tappy-tap thing; you only do that when you're nervous or stressed about something...” Mikey randomly said out loud.

Well…not entirely randomly.

Anytime the second oldest would do that, he would usually end up moving his hand down to tap onto his thigh, and then the light feeling would be overwhelming for him and so he would start scratching…

It was a domino effect that Mikey really didn’t want to go down if he didn’t have to.

The taller teen looked down at his left hand and…sure enough, yep. He was rubbing and scratching and tapping his arm like some crazy crack addict. He adjusted them so they were in his lap, trying not to fidget with any part of his body but soon started bouncing his right leg. “Sorry…” He mumbled.

“Wha-? No…you don’t need to apologize. I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself, Dee. That’s the only reason why I pointed it out.” Mikey rambled comfortingly, frowning a little bit as he saw Donnie’s face in a scowl. The elder’s hands tapped on the desk again, his nails gripping onto the table as he did so.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Mikey glanced at his brother sadly. He’s never seen Donnie this upset before…and that made Mikey worry. And again, Mikey didn’t do worry.

The blue eyed teen went into his pajama pants pockets and grabbed a rubix cube. He honestly completely forgot he had it in there and just happened to remember in this exact moment, but perhaps it was a good thing he forgot.

Because it was obvious his big brother needed it right now.

Mikey gave the other the cube, which he gladly accepted. The taller turtle frustratingly solved the cube…not because solving the cube was frustrating, but because he was frustrated with himself.

“You…wanna talk about it…?” The youngest asked gently. “No…no not really…” The older said as he looked at his computer blankly, solving the cube.

My gosh he needed sleep. And he knew he said that a couple times already but being tired was starting to get…well, tiring!

And you know what the worst part of all of this was?

He did the best he could.

The best he could muster wasn’t enough but at least he tried. Saving the world every day and night sometimes didn’t always go as planned.

But was that good enough? No. Of course it wasn’t. But at least he tried. He always tries. There hasn’t been one mission he hasn’t at least tried to do his part.

It's just kinda hard when you’re a 5'8 mutant turtle that the whole world is afraid of and yet you save their asses each and every day.

The irony…

And on top of it all, he hasn’t been making a smidge of process.

The mutagen still looks the exact same as it did a week ago. And the week before that. And the weeks and weeks and weeks before that…

“Dee…” Mikey started, looking at his older brother with sad, pleading eyes. “No. Stop. Don’t look at me like that.” Donnie scowled, “I’m not in the mood to be pitied.” Mikey returned the cold stare slightly, crossing his arms loosely, “Well, you should be in the mood to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Like hell you’re not.” The smaller turtle laughed bitterly, although nothing at the matter was truly ‘haha’ funny. More so ‘what the actual fuck— go to bed’ funny. “Your eyebags literally have a whole story arc right now. A plot and everything. You can’t tell me your not even a smidge sleepy.”

“That’s hilarious. It’s almost like I just did.” Donnie spat, glaring at the rubix cube as he continued to solve it.

The freckle faced turtle sighed, “Just…look. Listen to me for a sec, okay?” Donnie solved the cube, putting it on the table as Mikey held his hand.

“I know that your work is important to you. And I know you feel responsible for Mr. O’Neil’s mutation.” He started, squeezing Donnie’s hands comfortingly, which caused the elder’s hands to untense a bit, relaxing in the other’s hold. The smaller turtle smiled at the small but impactful motion.

He started up again, “We all do. But we’re not gonna get any step closer to figuring out the cure if our #1 scientist bro keeps working himself to death...”

“And by the looks of it? You’re 50% there…” The younger said as he let go of the other’s hand, getting a better look at his face. “How would you feel if I stayed up working on this all week? Wouldn’t you be worried?”

“You’re not smart enough for that.” Donnie mumbled, a small smug smile on his face.

Mikey gave his brother a playful punch to the shoulder, rolling his eyes playfully as his older brother laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. The blue eyed teen’s eyes widened in surprise, looking up at him.

“Are those…happy or sad tears…?” Mikey asked. “Probably both.” Donnie snickered, wiping away his tears, “Sorry. You know how emotional I get when I’m tired…”

The smaller teen hummed in acknowledgement, resting his head on the taller teen’s shoulder. “How about this: I’ll stay with you in you’re lab to help you go to sleep.” He offered, a small reassuring smile on his face as he looked up at Donnie once again.

“Okay…but what do I get in return?”

“A good night sleep.” The younger deadpanned.

“Touché…” Donnie hummed, now too tired and too emotionally drained to argue at this point. He yawned, standing up from the chair as the action was soon being followed by the other turtle in the room.

“Do not kick me while we’re lying down, got it?”

“Nooooo promises, bro-bro…”

.

.

.

.

.

.

“Okay…I feel utterly ridiculous.” Donnie mumbled as he crossed his arms in Mikey’s hold. Since Donnie couldn’t sleep, the youngest thought it would be a great idea to give him a hug just like their Dad did when they were turtle tots. Which, was to basically hug them from behind while the turtle being hugged was lying down slightly.

It helped them sleep on hard nights…and it seemed like Donnie was having a hard night.

“Don’t be. It’s alright.” The youngest smiled reassuringly, giving his brother another tight squeeze. “Dad did it exactly like this! You’ll fall asleep in no time!”

“Well, Dad’s a 6'2 mutant, Mike. You’re 4'6 while I’m 5'7. This hug is nothing but just pure awkwardness...”

“I’m 4'10!” The smaller mutant corrected, obviously offended by the false statement.

“Then I’m 6 feet tall.” Donnie chuckled.

“Okay, Mr. Wise Guy! Do you want this hug or not?!”

The elder chuckled, making no further comments as Mikey hugged him. The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company as the quietness overtook the room.

“I’m…sorry for being such a dick earlier…” Donnie murmured sadly, “I wasn’t being bitchy on purpose…I was just…” He paused, trying to figure out what he was going to say before suddenly losing the train of thought. “Stop thinking so hard. You’re gonna hurt your big brain.” Mikey pouted, poking Donnie in the cheek a couple times.

“And don’t worry about it. I didn’t take it personally. You were really agitated and tired so you had to let your Alpha male come out. No shame in that.”

“Still. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. So I’m sorry.” Donnie simply mumbled, before blinking in confusion a couple of times, “Wait. Did…Did you just call me an…Alpha male?”

“I sure did.” Mikey beamed proudly.

“Ugh…I hate you so freaking much, y'know that?”

“Suuuure you do. I’m the Alpha, I’m the leader, I’m the one to trust…” The youngest started to sing, rocking himself and Donnie side to side as the eldest tried to get out of the hug. “Ihi rehefuse to get comforted by ahan individual thahat knows thahat atrohocity by heart.” He snickered.

“Oh come on! I think I’m a pretty good singer!” The purple banded turtle only rolled his eyes at the comment, scoffing lightly, “Meehee and yohou hahave different definitions ohof thehehe word good…”

“Fine then! I’m a great singer!” Mikey challenged.

“Lihihike hell yohou are, yohohou bihig oaf.”

“I’m shorter than you, Einstein!”

“Doesn’t mehean your nohohot bihig…” Donnie mumbled giggly but smugly.

The youngest glared, jabbing Donnie in the side, causing the russet eyed turtle to shriek loudly in surprise. Mikey giggled, poking Donnie in the sides repeatedly. “The Boo scream from Monster’s Inc goes crazy, bro.”

“M—Mihihichael!”

“That’s my name~! What’s up? You need something?” The orange banded turtle asked teasingly, peering down at his brother who was now squirming uncontrollably.

“No? Well okay then…” The youngest mused as he continued to wreck his brother. “W—Wahait! Wahait! Ihihi’m gohonna wahahake eheveryone uhuhup!” Donnie squealed, leaning against his little brother’s chest as he squirmed in the hold.

“Then stop laughing then.” The younger one huffed, smiling even more as Donnie’s blush increased in volume and size. “Buhut you’re tihihickling me!”

“I think that sounds like a you problem, dear brother of mine. Maybe you should try being less ticklish and it wouldn’t happen to you!”

Donnie’s giggles became more frantic, turning his face to hide in Mikey’s side. The younger smiled at the shy gesture, ceasing his tickling for a moment.

“I promise I’ll stop when you want me to, okay?” Mikey said with a soft smile on his face; which, was nice and all but at the same time why did he have to be so nice about it???

Donnie nodded embarrassed, preparing himself physically and mentally. “Oh! And thanks for opening this spot for me, Dee.” The smaller mutant giggled as he scribbled his fingers against the crook of Donnie’s neck, which made the taller turtle flail around and try to hit him. “Hehey! Hey! That's not very nice!”

He pulled one of Donnie’s arms up and wiggled his fingers directly in his underarm. “NAHA— *hic* NOHOH!” The older cackled as he desperately tried to pull his arm back down as he hid his face deeper in Mikey’s side. The blue eyed mutant awed teasingly at the sight, chuckling to himself as his big brother laughed his heart out.

“NAHAT *hic* THEHERE! PLEHEASE!” 

“Nahat thehere?” Mikey faked gasped, “What about…right here~?” He giggled, squeezing right above the other turtle’s hip bone. Donnie kicked and squirmed as more hiccups followed.

“Awh…is my big brother tickwish~?” Mikey said as he buried his face into the crook of Donnie’s neck, giggling as the older’s cackles began to increase in volume at the teases. “ShuhuHUT yohOUR’E *hic* TRAHAP!” The purple banded turtle shrieked, trying to push at his baby brother’s face to try and stop him.  

“You’re hiccups are adorable, big bro~!” Mikey cooed, now noticing how red Donnie’s face have gotten due to all the laughing and teasing. Mikey stopped tickling Donnie but his face still remained in the crook of his neck, smiling at the giggly mess he made of his older brother. Donnie glared while laughing, pushing on his baby brother’s face.

“StaHAP!!! Stohop…”

“I’m not even doing anything!” The other laughed as he hugged Donnie, rocking him back and forth again.

“Lihiterallty dihihie…” Donnie giggly grumbled, trying to wipe off the grin happy smile his brother plasteed on his face. “Yohohou’re. the. absolute wohorst…” He giggled tiredly, curling in on himself as he swatted his baby brother away from him. 

“Now…do you wanna go to bed or should we…” The orange banded turtle trailed off of his sentence, looking down to his elder brother whom’s eyes started to droop.

“Pff. 'Night, Dee.”

“Mhm…”

Donnie relaxed in Mikey’s hold, which made the younger one’s eyes soften greatly. He pulled out his phone, taking a picture quickly and going into the family’s group chat:

👁💀👺💥Teenagers who are Mutants who are Ninja’s who are also Turtle’s🍕🌝🧫👼

Yo 😼😼😼

Mikey???

What are you doing up so early?

>:3

Ur lucky Don isn’t online here Leo

He would go on a full on RANT abt the ‘late’ and ‘early’ bs

I’m aware…

So what’s up, Mikey? You okay?

Yeah💕💥!!! I’m fine!!!

Just wanted to tell you guys that I’m in Don’s room catching some ax’s ✨✨✨

WJAT??

BAHAH EXCUSE ME

CAN I JOIN

NONO STUPID AUTOCORRXT

Z’S I MEANT Z’S. AS IN SLEEP

S L E E P I N G

LIKE SNOK MIMIMI TYPE STUFF

Jesus…

Mikey. Never do that again.

IT WASNT WVEN MY FAULTT

SO DOES THAT MWAN NO AXES???

SHUT UP, RAPHAEL

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕!!!

Oh grow up, Raph

Yeaaaaah Raaaaaaph, grow up 🙄🙄🙄

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕‼️‼️‼️

Anyway 😾

I came into his room bc he was working on the mutagen thing

Oh…

Poor Don.

He’s been working on that thing for ages

Thanks for doing that, Mikey.

I’m sure he appreciates it.

He better

My shell hurts from supporting his big ass

DAMN

Just go to bed, Mikey— b4 Leo kills the both of us

Love ya bro

See u when u and Don wake up

Love you guys too 💝💘💖💗💓

Mikey smiled as he turned off his phone, putting it on Donnie’s nightstand as he relaxed against the bed frame. He rubbed his brother’s shell comfortingly, humming a small tune softly.

“Hey, Mike?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for this. I…didn’t know how much I needed it…thank you. I love you.”

Mikey smiled brightly, squeezing Donnie a tad bit tigther, “Love you too, Don. Now go to sleep before you become more wrinkly than you already are.”

“Oh, fuck you…” Donnie chuckled, drifting off to sleep along with his little brother.

Things weren’t perfect. I mean, they never will be. They never would be.

But being apart of a team means your never alone.

And being apart of a family means you’re never alone.

And as long as Donnie had his…he’d be quite alright.

He can finish the mutagen later…as of right now, he needed to go the fuck. to. bed.

And thanks to Mikey, he can finally do that.

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[franken-loser]

Henry Frankenstein au is BACK (sorta)

[jopkajabki]

beneath the waters

didnt plan on posting the speedpaint too but it took up like 500 additional mb so it would just be a waste to not do it lol

[autumn-sorrows]

gifts 4 mootie suzuya<3 ( @aromanticsuzuya )

also: spotify playlist!

[delirious-donna]

Donnaaaaaa………just thinking about kissing HQ men like Akaashi, Ushijima, n Kags :<

what kind of kissers would you consider them? where do you think they prefer to kiss you? hehe

Hey Grey!! Mm, soft kisses are on my mind today so this was a lovely ask! <3

Akaashi Keiji

He is a patient kisser. Akaashi wants you absolutely desperate for him, for his lips. The man is calculated and precise, brushing his lips at the shell of your ear and planting kisses to the inside of your wrist. Anything that will make your heart flutter just for him. Personally, I don’t think he always wants to drive the kiss and is happy to let you lead, he might even let out a moan if you push your tongue over his teeth… 🤭

Given that he is a clever man, forever strategising, this does mean that sometimes he can get lost in it. Where does he kiss first once he has you beneath him? Your chest, the sweet crook of your neck, your swollen lips (either set 😏)? Give him direction because he works well with it. Every part of you is his favourite part so please tell him where you want his mouth and he’ll worship you as you deserve.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He’s a stoic man, there’s no getting past that, but he loves deeply. Honestly? I think he would be a very passionate kisser. He isn’t into PDA but in the sanctity of your home he is known to pull you onto his lap when his kisses deepen. Ushijima doesn’t know how to feel only on a surface level, he is an all or nothing man imo, and you are his everything. If he wants to kiss you then it’s going to be deep nearly every single time.

As for where he likes to kiss you? Your lips, of course. He’s traditional like that, and you fit so perfectly against him. But when I say your lips, that is not neglecting the set between your legs… he is a ravenous man when it comes to eating pussy, and can become drunk on your arousal insanely easily. For someone that doesn’t emote outwardly very often, he sure does smile real wide and lopsided when his chin and mouth are glossy and slick.

Kageyama Tobio

Surprisingly tender? He just craves that reassurances that sometimes he can only get from you. For someone so talented and skilled in his profession, he can be self-conscious in his personal life. It took him an age to find the nerve to ask you out, and now that he has you in his life, he never wants to lose you. Kisses are a way of grounding him when his mind is hectic and he savours those moments when he can pull you close and taste you.

The crook of your neck is his second home. Kageyama will spend so long buried into the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder. He loves to inhale your scent mingled with the dabs of your perfume. His lips skate over your collarbone and settle against the rhythmic pulse in your neck. He loves to feel your fingers card through his hair and if you’re draped over his lap then he’s not easily going to be moved. He has all the time in the world so why not indulge until you’re begging for more?

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[wyn0rrific]

I love this, tell me more (if you want to)

*wags my tail 😍

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE *confetti noises*

yall are getting a mini dump since im planning on rewriting them a bit but yes hai i have a chapter called the Hawkmoths thats led by this old man

nyx was an apothecary for the death guard until he basically bailed on his legion right before the heresy occurred in order to take on his own studies (aka wanting to make fucked up human hybrids + research on tyranids)

he ends up convincing the imperium to give him geneseeds in order to form his own chapter and help out with the tyranid infestation (aka he takes advantage of their resources in order to continue his research)

the chapter itself is a chimeric chapter that contains traditions and tactics from legions such as the raven guard and the death guard.

their ranks are a bit weird but basically they're all based off different types of moths

their geneseed is very intricate as it gives them moth like features (elongated limbs, larger eyes) as well as makes the marines nocturnal/sensitive to light (they enter temporary paralysis when exposed to all forms except yellow + red lighting). because of this the chapter is more active at night (with the exception of nyx and it's council as they're ones with the earliest form geneseed that allows them to be conscious in the daytime). the chapter also is mostly mute, communicating in sign language similar to the raven guard.

the cult part is honestly a wip but nyx is basically a god to the astartes and they are all very close/worship him. they have specific rituals including consuming the dead (aka the only time they ever eat as their stomachs are smaller than the average space marine)

basically think the word bearers if they weren't followers of chaos loll