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otakumatsuno

send a symbol for a kiss || accepting → a kiss on the leg;

@bakamatsuno

it’s these lazy days that he really lives for. the ones where osomatsu has his fingers threaded through his hair, gently feathering his fingertips along his scalp. the ones where he can bury his face against his brother’s stomach, and they can lament together over the price of video games, the lack of any good tv shows, and the fact life fails to provide the stimulus needed to get them off their asses.

and though he wouldn’t admit it even to save his own hide, he feels similarly positive about the way osomatsu will, sometimes, start to shift their position. start to subtly scoot himself upwards, gently urging choromatsu down to rest on his hip instead. the first time it happened, osomatsu blamed him for laying on his bladder, not relenting regardless of how much choro explained that anatomy doesn’t work like that.

but, after the next few times, choromatsu decided to simply take the hint. he went with it, simply easing himself down until he could essentially hug around osomatsu’s thigh, and made himself comfortable that way.

it had escalated from there, and choromatsu wasn’t sure who was the most guilty for that. all he knows is, occasionally, osomatsu ends up wearing sweats for a day or two and he himself revels in the fact that no one else knows why.

the squirming begins in the middle of a conversation about final fantasy, and choromatsu is perfectly comfortable with obliging. as he resituates himself, he testingly engages their usual dumb antics, pressing a tentative little kiss against the side of his hip.

bakamatsuno

He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy this either; lazing around is practically Osomatsu’s favorite thing to do -- aside from when he’s bored enough to actually gather up his brothers and head out somewhere. But this kind of lazing around is definitely something he likes more than anything else.

While he’s pretty caught up in their conversation at first, he eventually does get a little bored. He realizes that this is the perfect opportunity to classically - and as subtly as possible - scoot upward, leaving Choromatsu resting on his thigh rather than his stomach.

“I don’t know.. I still think the second one was better than the first one,” he muses, one arm draped across his upper stomach, the other still resting on top of Choromatsu’s head, even after he’s moved down. Osomatsu shifts his hips just a little after he feels that light kiss, because his ass is positioned in a way that’s making it uncomfortable for his back.

After he’s finally situated, he glances down at his brother and slowly moves his unoccupied hand down, thumb pushing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. He idly lifts the digit up and down, not-so-subtly implying that it’s one of those moments.

Or, at least he hopes it is. That kiss is pretty indicative enough.

“What do you think, otouto?” he asks, still trying to keep the conversation going, despite his almost non-existent interest in it, now. The hand in Choro’s hair is still idly playing with a few strands, running them between his fingers before letting them fall back down. “Which is your favorite?”

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Todomatsu offers a pat on the back and a cocky grin to himself internally, proud of tricking his eldest brother into doing the laundry for him. But he considers following Osomatsu out to drop it off and potentially con him into buying something to eat for both of them. It’s worth a shot, right? Absolutely.

In light of the probing question about his double life on Twitter, Todomatsu only offer his brother a lazy shrug, glancing over at him as Osomatsu gathers up all of the dirty laundry. “You could say that, but it’s not much more important beyond that. It’s frankly none of your business what I decide to get up to on there. So don’t bother getting into a whole slew of questions regarding it,” he muses in kind, pressing the button on the side of his phone to turn off the screen for the time being.

“Ne, if you want I’ll go drop those off with you, niisan.”

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He gathers everything up off of the floor that he can reach, before spotting a pair of underwear that’s tucked in half-behind the couch. How that shit even gets back there he’ll never know. Smirking now, Osomatsu picks it up by the elastic band, then tosses it right in Todomatsu’s direction, aiming to try and get it to land directly on his head.

He then hikes up the bag and walks over to Totti on the couch again, dropping it with a heavy sigh onto the floor, wiping his brow as if he’d just carried a ton of bricks for hundreds of miles. Pls.

“Hai-- I expected that you’d come with me, anyways! You wouldn’t make me do this alone, would you?” He scoffs as he pulls out his own phone to check the time. Damn, he hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that sudden realization has his stomach growling.

“We should get some food, too. I haven’t eaten since this morning!”

#kikenmatsuno #//this has been sittin in my drafts for yea RS

mushimatsuno

Wiggling in excitement, the younger awaits something else to enter his mouth – shoulders bunching up in anticipation. This game is always fun, though Osomatsu isn’t always the best person to play with. Jyushi’s nose is still crinkled from the dab of wasabi his elder brother had pushed into his mouth minutes earlier. He was merciful enough to offer up a bottle of water afterwards, at least.

Oh…but he’s unable to identify whatever that was, mouth twisting into a frown and brows bouncing upwards beneath his fringe. He wiggles on the floor, material-clad fingers reaching up to push at the blindfold until it’s no longer obstructing his vision.

“—-I didn’t taste anything!” Are his first words on the matter, because he realizes this means he loses this round – and he’d been doing so good up until now, too. His lips tingle a little, so he purses them, dark eyes flitting around the room for any hint as to what it was. It was warm, and smelled a little like beer, but he’s only coming up empty. It’s a tiny bit irritating, really; if he were anyone else, he might’ve let it get to him.

“What was it, niisan? I want to know! You held it there for a while, but I can’t think of anything! Nothing at all! Eh, did you pick up something foreign? That’s not fair!”

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An eyebrow raises when he realizes that Jyuushimatsu has literally no idea of what that could’ve been. Huh. He would have thought that a kiss would be relatively obvious... In a way, though, this makes it even more fun, because now he could play this up a little more.

“Ah, because I’m such a good oniisan, I’ll give you another taste of it, okay? I think I have a liiiiittle more left.” Osomatsu smirks and leans forward slightly, taking his little brother’s hand by the sleeve of his sweatshirt, moving it upward and indicating for him to hold it over his eyes. The blindfold is kind of pointless now, anyway. It’s not like he plans to feed him anything else at the moment.

Once that yellow sleeve is situated over Jyuushimatsu’s eyes, he leans in a little closer to his face, staring at his lips, then at his eyes - or... where they would be, at least.

“Okay, ready? Really pay attention, now, otouto ~.”

With that, he leans in and presses his lips to Jyuushi’s once more, one hand moving to rest under his jaw to mostly just hold him in place. This guy is very unpredictable sometimes, and Osomatsu really doesn’t want to somehow end up with a bloody nose, here. He holds this one a little bit longer than the last before pulling back, grinning and bouncing up and down a tad bit in excitement.

“So? How about that time, then?”

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“You’re mine to own, understand?” [ Totoko ]

“H-Hai-- Totoko-chan! ...Are you serious?”

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Torture Sentence Starters

“This will only hurt a lot.” “Sit still!” “Keep screaming, it won’t do you any good!” “You look so beautiful covered in blood.” “Scream for me.” “Tell me how much it hurts.” “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” “I’ll make this quick.” “I hope you’re comfortable, because you’ll be here for a long time.” “Rate your pain on a scale from one to ten.” “Ready to play doctor?” “You’re insane!” “Let me go!” “Someone will come looking for me.” “I’ll do anything you want, just get me out of here!” “Untie me now!” “You can’t keep me here forever.” “Just let me go, please, I’m begging you!”

#meme #bruh

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My muse is coughing up blood, how does yours react?

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Possessive Starters!

“You belong to me.”

“You’re mine to own, understand?”

“No, you’re not going out without me.”

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?”

“You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”

“You’re being too friendly with them.”

“I don’t like when they touch you.”

“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”

“You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.”

“I provide for you, you don’t have to work now.”

“I’m locking you in your room until you learn!”

“You’re mine, I watch everything you do.”

“Give me your phone, I’m going to read your messages.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“You don’t need them! You have me!”

“I don’t care if you don’t like it, you’re mine to do what I please to.”

“Be quiet, now.”

“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.”

#meme #meme timE #even tho like no one is on

Send one for a kiss from my muse.

👄 a kiss on the lips

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“Okay, are you ready, Jyuushi-kun?” Osomatsu asks, settling down in front of Jyuushimatsu, who has a blindfold over his eyes. He’d been feeding him a couple of random pieces of food to see if he could identify it correctly just by taste alone.

Buuuut.. he’s out of food, so... he’s going to have to resort to something else, now. And boy, does he have an idea for this.

Scooting forward once he gets the okay from his brother, Osomatsu puts his hands on Jyuushimatu’s knees to balance himself, before carefully leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the lips, lingering there for about fives seconds before pulling away, a smug smile plastered onto his face. He eyes Jyuushi for any sort of reaction, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So? What’d you think that was? Did you like it?”

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otakumatsuno

“ didn’t we just establish you should definitely not do that again? at all!? i was pretty sure that was a clear message! ” choromatsu throws both hands up as he pulls back, giving him an incredulous look. he hadn’t just spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get osomatsu to calm down about his nose being broken, mopping up blood and disinfecting the cut for him to do it again.

“ if you’re that stupid, i definitely hope you do break your nose next time, and i’m not cleaning it up for you! stop jumping down the stairs like you’re a kid, you’re a grown adult now, osomatsu - niisan! ”

bakamatsuno

“Oi-- I’m not going to do it again! I’m not that stupid.”

He might be a lil, but he’s in too much pain right now to think about it. Osomatsu reaches up to gently touch at his nose, then rubs at his eyes; they’d gotten a little watery from how close the cut is to the middle of his face.

“Aw... now I’m going to look stupid with this on my nose...” he pouts, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance. “Ne, how long do you think it’ll take to heal?”

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otakumatsuno

send a symbol for a kiss || accepting → a kiss on a wound ;

@bakamatsuno “ ah … this doesn’t look that bad … that was a lot of blood, but in the end, it was just something this small … ”

with a small shake of his head, he presses the band aid over the bridge of his nose before leaning in and placing a little kiss against it. “ maybe next time, don’t go taking a nosedive downstairs. ”

bakamatsuno

“Ow...it still kind of stings...” he murmurs, but appreciates that gentle kiss, giving Choro a small grin. “Ah, kisses will make it all better, eh?”

Yeah, okay, attempting to do a tuck and roll at the bottom of the steps wasn’t his best idea. Especially now that he’s got a bloodied shirt and stained hands. “Hai... definitely not doing that again. At least not without timing my jump better.”

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⬛️ a kiss on the hand

“Oi, Choromatsu-kun, lighten up, wouldja!”

He doesn’t exactly know what he did to piss him off so much, but then again, when did he ever really know? Sometimes it was slightly more obvious, but other times, it just seemed like Choromatsu woke up one day with a grudge against his older brother. …Could you really blame him?

They were heading out to go and grab some food at Chibita’s, when Choromatsu had made a comment about how obnoxious and childish his eldest brother was being, and how he didn’t even really want to go anymore, because he’s tired and ‘not even all that hungry’ in the first place.

But Osomatsu is, and he also doesn’t want to go alone. Plus, the idea of going and looking for another companion isn’t sitting well with his already grumbling stomach. So, instead, he walks in front of Choromatsu and gets down on one knee, putting on a ‘gentlemanly’ demeanor; like a prince who was in the process of wooing his princess.

He reaches out and takes one of his brother’s hands, looking up at him as he speaks, putting on the most innocent expression he can possibly come up with. “Choromatsu, whatever I did, I’m sorry. But could you please, please, please come with me to Chibitas?”

Osomatsu even lifts that hand and presses his lips right against the top of Choromatsu’s knuckles for a good couple seconds, before looking right back up at him with that same expression.

“I’m buyin’?”

#//i honestly dont even know if this is a drabble but a t least i ended it better than the last one okAY #fuckin hell its so gay #tsukk0mi #do i tag this uh.....blmatsu ish so?? idfk

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