Hello!! I’d like to pretty please request some general romantic headcanons for osomatsu, Karamatsu, and Ichimatsu (separately).
Just how they’d generally be in a relationship and how they’d meet their S/O.
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OH MY GOD YES! Thank you so much for requesting! They're like my top 3 of the sextuplets <3
Loving?
Karamatsu
He's first because lowkey I think he'd be the first to actually get a romantic partner; he's obviously popular in the fandom at least
Would likely meet you while busking/offering free hugs, or just out around town
A romantic sililoquy would be what catches your attention, amusing you as well as flattering you. It shocks him to no end that you didn't react with disgust
So you started dating. He's assertive, but it's just his front. Taking your hand or wrapping an arm around your back when out together, but you can feel the uneasiness beneath his touch
He can't go out with you without his shades, the fact his face is burning being bad enough for his 'image'. Without them you'd probably see the panic in his eyes, hoping to high hell he doesn't fuck something up
When you are with him alone, though, he goes without. He's soft, and looks at you like you designed the constellations. He tells you as much, and infinitely more
Dates include clothes shopping with fashion shows, karaoke, and movies. Also fishing, if you're into that sort of thing. He wouldn't dare suggest something you wouldn't want to do, though
Seeing either gifts you've gotten him adorning his reflection, or things he's managed to get for you being worn, makes his heart have palpitations. Jewelry gets him the worst, something in the back of his head getting a buzz
Ichimatsu
He wouldn't know he has a partner until it's been months and you've set up a fancy dinner at your place; he swiftly tries to end his life because of the embarrassment while you fight him away from a knife or noose
He'd definitely meet you because of his interest in cats; whether that be a cafe, feeding/housing strays, or even volunteering at a shelter
When you're openly kind to him, and persistently so after he's obviously fucked up like twenty different things, he falls hard and fast. I think he's a lover, but buries it down under all that angst to try and keep from getting hurt
He will never offer you or ask for anything. He just does, or waits for you to vocalize a want or need
By does, though, I want it very clear that I mean he will hold his hand out, fingers splayed, but not take your hand. Everything is always up to you in the end, he has no back bone
The one thing he will do, though, is grab your sleeve or the fabric of your shirt, especially in a crowded space. So you don't get separated, of course, but he's also just kinda clingy while also not wanting to be obtrusive
Dates are typically just following you around while you do chores, being extra hands for grocery hawls or drying dishes while you wash. Also, of course, cat scavenger hunts, or cat cafes
He enjoys just being close to you, in your orbit, observing. You could catch him staring when you glance at him nine times out of ten, and early on he'll quickly look away. Later in the relationship he'll just smile something small, finally realizing that you're looking for him too; that you see him as he sees you
Osomatsu
Oh no. You've just become his newest addiction. Something about you catches his eye most out of other girls; something even he can't explain, but he couldn't really explain his other addictions either, so what difference does it make?
Of course I imagine he really has to put the work in, but old fashion fifties style. Persistence is key. He'll keep asking and flirting and doing little things trying to endear you to him until, one day, it works
I would say he knows where you work, be it fast food or retail. That's how he's able to keep pestering you, and you can't just leave
When you give in and give him a chance, he pales like he's seen a ghost. You mean he really has a shot? The pressure will kill him, the stakes too high. He has vertigo
He's kind of a douche, but the moment you tell him, seriously, to knock something off? He says yes ma'am with a little salute, and that joke is retired forever
He adores going on fun, cliche dates like skating or arcades or hikes. As long as it's doing, he's down. Movies and the like bore him, but if it's a home movie night, he'll agree; you just have to settle for being a stim toy
Arcades, of course, are like gambling. Playing games to earn tickets and show off prizes, but then there's also the competitive games, and those might be his favorite. He's a sore loser and a mean winner, but as long as he's not hurting your feelings, it's enjoyable for both
He's very much a fan of physical affection, needs a hand on you at all times in all places. Of course, you often have to remind him what is appropriate touch for the occasion, but his immediate want is actually rather tame, surprisingly. A hand on your shoulder, your thigh, holding your hand, playing with the fingers; that sort of thing
Will you take requests for characters you’ve never heard of? If so I could like give a dozen off the top of my head
Yes! I will say here though, as I hadn't thought about it and some of the requests look a little odd, if the prompt could feasibly be nsfw content (fetishistic or otherwise) I will be far less likely to do it, especially if it's a character I do not know; I hope you all can understand.
Brand spanking new! I want ideas! Feed me anything in my ask box, and an attempt will be made! Also doing this to try and post more consistently, and get back into drawing regularly because ngl I've fallen off
If I was a wasp, I'd sting you. If I was a venomous snake, I'd bite you. If I was a lion, I'd maul you. If I was a swamp, I'd poison you. If I was a mountain, I'd fall and crush you. If I was the ocean, I'd drown you. If I was a cat, I'd never let you touch me. If I was a dog, I'd run away. If I was a horse, I'd never let you break me. If I was a farm, I wouldn't grow for you. If I was a fire, I'd burn out without warming you. If I was a home, I would fall apart around you.
If I was harmless and small, and easy to hold, you would love me. If I was a worm you could put me in the soft earth and I would be helpless in your care. Of course you could love me, but could you love me if I stung you, bit you, pulled against you, hid and didn't understand you but wasn't harmless or helpless at all?
Could you love something for what it is, when that means you can't touch it or show kindness, maybe even never be near it, and it might never, ever love you back? Is it okay to exist and not belong to anyone, to not be useful to anyone, to be dangerous or poisonous or a failure but a part of the world all the same?
I know this is a metaphor, but if you take it kind of literally, there is an answer to this.
We build wildlife preserves. Often explicitly for the protection of animals and ecosystems that can and have killed humans.
Whenever a whale gets stranded on a beach, CROWDS show up ad risk getting bludgeoned to death trying to get it back into the water.
Every Zoo has a reptile house full of venomous snakes and a team of humans dedicated to giving them the best quality of life possible.
There are volunteer beekeepers who will travel for miles and miles and hours and hours to relocate an entire hive.
There are people who rehabilitate dangerous dogs and horses
There are people who restore structurally unsound houses
There are people who study the way that fire burns so it can rejoin the ecosystem and not be smothered on sight.
Every day, millions of people get up and devote themselves to things that can and will kill them by their nature. Things they can't touch or show kindness to. Things they can't go near. Things that are wholly incapable of loving them back.
And they do it because they love them.
Everything dangerous, everything poisonous, everything 'useless'- absolutely everything has someone, often many thousands of people, who loves them exactly as they are, without expectation that their affection will be returned.
It is alright for anything, even you, to not belong to anyone, to not be useful, to be frightening and dangerous and not adhere to any standard of success.
It's all alright.
You are loved.
You are loved.
You are loved.
Slugma phone background I finished for a com. I actually had a lot of fun with this, coloring is a coin flip on if I'll like the end result or not, which leads me to usually just sketch.
I should be getting more art out soon, hopefully! Ive gotten more free time and I need to prepare for artfight, amongst other things.
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I have another drabble for those of you in the matsu fandom! I woke up and couldn't sleep again and here we are.
Volley
Osomatsu x reader and Ichimatsu x reader nsfw, fem presenting, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, implied DP
Words: 193
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"God you look so good like this, spread out on display. So soft. I wanna squeeze- wanna taste all over you-" a groan. A bit of a breathy chuckle. He teases you. "Felt you squeeze. You like that? You like the thought of my tongue on every inch of your skin, like you're a treat-"
"Just a fucking treat- a toy- anything that'd please, huh? Bet you've gone dumb in that pretty head of yours and that's all you can think about. Pleasing us until we've had enough-"
"As if I could ever get enough-"
"Exactly."
It's almost a bit of a purr. You can see the satisfaction in his eyes as if you're his canary. A mouse. A canary would fly away, but a cat will play with it's mouse until it's had its fill.
"We'll never get enough of you. You've picked the two most insatiable bastards you could've, and even when you're picked clean we'll still be gnawing on your bones."
"Could you maybe not-"
He leaned into your other ear, ignoring the body behind you. "Licking the plate."
The three of you made a sound together from how you fluttered and squeezed. There was a set of hands holding your thighs, spreading them wider. Another set on your chest, pinching the bundles of nerves and setting you ablaze. You're dripping, unsure if it's you, or them, but there's a momentary pause.
You know with their libido and competitive spirit, they're not done with you anyway. If it is their release.
"You're so fucking sexy- every sound you make is better than any damn porno. I think I'm addicted." He sounds almost as dazed as you feel. His breath on the back of your neck is more prominent with all your sweat, and probably his spit.
"The worst drug there could be," an agreement from in front of you, and then sharp teeth scrape down his side of your neck.
I have another drabble for those of you in the matsu fandom! I woke up and couldn't sleep again and here we are.
Volley
Osomatsu x reader and Ichimatsu x reader nsfw, fem presenting, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, implied DP
Words: 193
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"God you look so good like this, spread out on display. So soft. I wanna squeeze- wanna taste all over you-" a groan. A bit of a breathy chuckle. He teases you. "Felt you squeeze. You like that? You like the thought of my tongue on every inch of your skin, like you're a treat-"
"Just a fucking treat- a toy- anything that'd please, huh? Bet you've gone dumb in that pretty head of yours and that's all you can think about. Pleasing us until we've had enough-"
"As if I could ever get enough-"
"Exactly."
It's almost a bit of a purr. You can see the satisfaction in his eyes as if you're his canary. A mouse. A canary would fly away, but a cat will play with it's mouse until it's had its fill.
"We'll never get enough of you. You've picked the two most insatiable bastards you could've, and even when you're picked clean we'll still be gnawing on your bones."
"Could you maybe not-"
He leaned into your other ear, ignoring the body behind you. "Licking the plate."
The three of you made a sound together from how you fluttered and squeezed. There was a set of hands holding your thighs, spreading them wider. Another set on your chest, pinching the bundles of nerves and setting you ablaze. You're dripping, unsure if it's you, or them, but there's a momentary pause.
You know with their libido and competitive spirit, they're not done with you anyway. If it is their release.
"You're so fucking sexy- every sound you make is better than any damn porno. I think I'm addicted." He sounds almost as dazed as you feel. His breath on the back of your neck is more prominent with all your sweat, and probably his spit.
"The worst drug there could be," an agreement from in front of you, and then sharp teeth scrape down his side of your neck.
My job is not giving me enough hours to be able to make rent come January, so I'm posting about my commissions. Buying anything from just a sketch to a full colored art piece would help!
My job is not giving me enough hours to be able to make rent come January, so I'm posting about my commissions. Buying anything from just a sketch to a full colored art piece would help!
