okay so let me tell you…I did something really stupid today….
I always wondered what jere looks like without his moustache bc what is he hiding under that damn thing???
and today was the day my curiosity won…
so I opened this silly little app on my phone (bc I was too lazy for a real photshop edit)
for reference this is the before pic:
…and uhm…
this came out…
I AM SO FCKING ASHAMED OF MYSELF RN💀💀💀💀💀💀😩😩😩
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cw touched starved osamu (sort of), female receiving, mention of overstimulating, intercourse and osamus boner
your face would almost always flushed every time the question was brought up. it almost bound to happen even if you’re just a girlfriend to his less famous twin brother. you are not that big as well, except you are the country’s primary setter. but the question would not stop comming.
“why miya osamu, not atsumu?”
you could think of all the reason in the world. he’s a better cook, kept the house clean and the fridge full, he’s a wing spiker and good one as well, even after years of quitting. that’s always a win to you, you always have someone to set to on the winter break– he made your moves perfect down to the tee. he’s a mommy boy, never need to be told what to do or how to do; he just knew you like the back of his hand.
hand, your cheeks warmed up.
his hand– you don’t know where to start.
he has a thing or a need; he loves the littlest of your skin to be touching him. holding hands while he drives, brushing against the littlest skin showing off your waist while you sleepily try to make the coffee machine in the morning work, brushing strays off your cheeks as you took him out to the team’s event. he looks cold, shy but with you, once the smirk grew on his face, you could never wipe it away.
you’re always at his mercy when his lips landed against the skin where your shoulder and your neck met, sending jolts down your spine. he likes to trick you; intertwining your hands together only to pin it up so he had the whole access to your body. his eyes roaming undressing you with his bored grey eyes before his hands does. he plays dirty, lips against your neck sucking hard you swore it would break. warning you to always keep your eyes on him as he eats you out, or he will make sure that all eyes are on you when you go to training neck full of his bruises.
“you can do it,” he hummed again your clit, feigning support.
you would rather die that hold his gaze as he ravished you like his last meal. hoarse tongue along the lips before sucking on your bud. trained you to take four at least until all you can do is dug your heels deep in the bed with tears down your cheeks. he loves the pleas, the way his name only comes out as osa, choking on your own moans and spit. he didn’t get why you always fight against him. he just wants to make you cum. your stamina is nothing against his own, he will flick his tongue against your clit for hours if god let him be. until you were so exhausted that when he pushed his cock inside you there was just a weak soft sigh of pleasure out of your lips.
he loves all the pretty sounds you made. you were never loud, always so polite with the pleases and yeses. you never had to do anything but be his pretty pillow princess, writhing underneath him as he sheathed himself so deep it bruised your cervix. when nothing comes but some gargling, choking noise, he’ll take pity, speeding up until all was left in the room was the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers. he’s so polite he will make sure you’ll come first before him, multiple of time.
“he’s prettier, i guess,” you forced a smile, hopping that the camera wouldn’t intensified how flushed your cheeks were. you felt wet, not by just the thoughts but you could feel the cum he had carefully mentioned to keep it all in starting to seep out. he would be watching, happily tending to his small shop with this interview in the background and an ego as big as his brother. would it be that bad, you wondered, thinking of how nice would tonight be when you return home. a smile on his face as osamu tended to his cup of tea with a growing erection hidden behind the counter ready to fill you up again. there’s my good little girl, even as a thought, he could make you shivered.
oh, you can’t just wait to go home.
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Imagine if after the fun gang battles strange someone Frisk and convinces them to stop fighting or whatever Ralsei is like. hi um haha i just wanted to say you seem like a lovely person who’s been through a lot, really, but you’re also kind of, um, under arrest? again you seem just delightful, just truly dandy, and I’d like to help you however I can, but you’re also kind of a menace who has made several people go insane so, sorry, um, yeah. i’m taking you to castle town prison, but there are nice things there too! it’s not all bad!
JEHEJAHHDAJ WAIT now I'm thinking. would frisk try to use this as an opportunity to Reform spades king or considering their track record of how them "helping" people turned out would ralsei try to keep them separated
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Stone at the bar, he sees how a dude slips something in a girls drink
Stone at the bar, sees how a guy keeps harassing a girl, pulling her out the bar
What'd he do?
Stone sees a guy slipping something in a woman's drink, he's telling a bartender and if it comes to it, he's spilling the woman's drink so she doesn't drink it. And then he may accost the guy in the bathroom and flush any substance he finds on the guy down the toilet.
A guy is harassing a woman in the bar, pulling her out? Stone is immediately up and out of his seat. A guy is only confident until he sees Stone's 6'6" scarred figure looming over him. Stone doesn't even have to say anything, the moment the guy sees him, the guy's most likely running. And then Stone will make sure the woman gets into her car or a cab safely.
He's intimidating, he knows it. But damn it, if a woman asks to pretend to be her boyfriend while he's in a bar (highly unlikely scenario really considering his reclusive tendencies when he's home), he'll pretend to be her boyfriend and then make sure she gets home safe. He has scary dog vibes and he will use it to protect others.
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batman really just be saying shit. "killing the joker will make you the same as him"
like oh yes of course. you're definitely on par with a man who's killed thousands of innocents because you killed one person. bitch please. you're telling me bruce being a pussy enabler is why thousands of people die at the hands of one person? he should just go to therapy after killing the joker if it's that big of a deal. if you're gonna take on a role as serious and God-like as Batman/hero, you need to accept that you have to do immoral and messed up things. there's no reason to really make batman so strictly Moral if the supervillains he fights really show no shame in mass murdering and torturing innocents- innocents in a city that he swears is his and his to protect.
in a universe like dc where supervillains (+people who work with chemicals that aren't usable in the real world) exist and absolutely cannot be tied down in prison, killing is likely one of the only ways to keep cities safe. like sorry but batman has to kill the joker, a mass murderer, if he wants gotham to become a safer place. it's that or create an indestructible prison that no villains can escape from no matter what. which surprisingly hasn't been made yet, from what i know, despite all the amazing tech bruce has and can afford
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