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draxua · 1 month
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Day 108390210 of people shitting on my religion idk if I can go on without telling someone something that isn't legal
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stiffyck · 9 months
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watching a video about AI "art" and im losing braincells over some of these people oh my god
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danrifics · 2 months
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3416 · 5 months
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are people genuinely upset over kampf being benched. like seriously.
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eyestrain-addict · 14 days
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If jacob anderson talking about Louis' 'villainous' self and then he's referring to killing those French fucks brutally and probably some other people too, than I got some bad news for him I'm into that shit
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seaweedstarshine · 2 months
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Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —
Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —
Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —
Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —
Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —
Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —
Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.
#I like seeing it as indicating she began hearing his voice when he was gone for all those years! why else wouldn't she say anything?#actually psychotic Amy agenda#Amy Pond#eleventh doctor#reclaimed language#oh look its another antipsychiatry themed doctor who post#sumn abt in Fairies At The Bottom Of The Garden audio AND Imaginary Enemies comic we see Amelia bein called slurs against psychotic people#(shes called psycho in both)#like!!! and SO MUCH OF AMYS STORY is about her claiming her agency in ways that previous companions weren't allowed to-#companions whose status as a Wife was a signifier of an to end of their value individually- 'this is no place for a married woman' etc#in some cases Wife-ness forced upon them *as* a denial of agency 'I spent all that time trying to find you I'm not going back now!' etc#whereas Amys story deconstructs that; Amys “Choice” is an illusion- Amy being a Wife doesn't demote her agency as an companion#anyways I love that aspect of reclaimed agency for Amy but ALSO#“madness” as an expression of agency against systems of oppression is SO relevant. the mind defends itself and the alternative isnt better#the oppressive system in this case being ableist structures and the psychiatric system ITSELF which is a whole other layer#the moral being that even if the Doctor WAS a delusion? he'd still be a needed coping mechanism for a child who says “ppl always leave”#and instead of examining her feelings of abandonment they insist 'aLiENs DoNt ExIsT' as seen in the 'sTaRs DoNt ExIsT' psychiatrist in TBB#they don't care that she's in PAIN- why would they?- they just care that she's 'abnormal' and therefore not deserving of humanity#(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag#I mean technically this is about Amy but I once (twice) used that tag on the post about the Master. its the spirit of it!#and Amy Pond + her Raggedy Doctor as “mad” people is very *chefs kiss*#((you know what im putting the tag on my last Amy post :D ))#Mels experienced this very differently and I'll make a post about her at some point- I just wanna make sure my points are got across better#sumn abt Amelia's “crazy” was Mels' “delinquency.” Amy treated as if she doesn't know her own life while Mels treated as threatening#sumn abt adultification of Black girls while Amy is infantilized#Amy Pond who could rewrite reality in a reborn universe because she grew up with a Crack in her wall that no one believed was special —#ableism#saneism#unreality#because I mean Amy's stand against psychiatric dehumanization was to REWRITE THE UNIVERSE with her Crack powers
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cherrysnax · 11 months
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when I was a kid I was rlly upset that art teachers didn’t like anime-inspired art, and then I realized it wasn’t the anime aspect. jumping into highly stylized art without knowing the fundamentals AND with a refusal to learn them is a bad combo
#I’m noticing now that a lot of artists don’t do professional critiques anymore#I think it’s a reaction to how people treat beginner artists#and a lot of ppl don’t know that u can draw for like a decade and still be a beginner artist#ppl are cruel#those cringe videos where ppl just took ppls ocs and harrassed n bullied them were so fucked up#that doesn’t mean that artist should be untouchable#I remember the great Miguel gender end debate#where they took miggy from being a tall brown man with heavy wrinkles full lips a defined nose and head shape#and made him a lightly tanned skinny white girl#most genderbends are boring to me for that reason#ppl got mad#some more than others and a bunch of professional artists defended the ppl who did all the whitewashing n shit#but nary a word when artist of colour BLACKz IM TALKING ABT BLACK ARTISTS#get harrassed en masse. or ppl watching spiderverse tryna draw POC for the first time#and uh. drawing them badly. and it’s one thing if it’s a beginner or a kid and a few features are wrong#proportions are hard. that’s not the problem. there’s a difference between a mistake and a choice#someone being able to draw amazing pieces but choosing to white wash choosing to make fat characters thin#we know the difference. or god when nb artists tried tell black ppl how our skin works#but yeah. I think ppl are rightly sensitive to criticism because of the internet I think we’re just swinging in the wrong direction of#NO CRITIQUE EVER. Speaking of I wanna find that blog that does red-lining submissions
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slautertm · 5 months
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i’m gonna say a hot take and that is that the fact that someone gets hurt reprise isn’t on the mean girls soundtrack is a tragedy thank you
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sensitivegoblin · 1 year
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Lol I HATE my sisters boyfriend
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kendallspussy · 2 years
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AM 👀
1. r u mine?
2. knee socks
3. no.1 party anthem
4. arabella
5. do i wanna know?
6. fireside
7. why'd you only call me when you're high?
8. snap out of it
9. i wanna be yours
10. one for the road
11. i want it all
12. mad sounds
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rise-my-angel · 1 month
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The funniest thing about hating Rhaegar is his stans assuming we love Robert and then they begin arguing how he was an abuser and a pos as if we don't know lol. Hating Rhaegar and Robert is not mutually exclusive. It reminds me of takes like if you love Jon, how can you love Catelyn? 🤦🤦 People need to stop living through characters I beg. Liking/disliking certain characters based on who your favorite character likes/dislikes is NOT normal behaviour.
The amount of Rhaegar stans who jump on you like OH YOU LOVE ROBERT HUH like okay lets take it back friends and show me where we said that.
Now, I am a bit biased because I do rather like the Baratheons in general but I am the first to pick those grown ass men up by the scruff of their necks and hold them up over a cliffs edge telling them that they're asses are gonna get dropped into the sea unless they smarten up.
Like yes Rhaegar stans, Robert is a piece of shit. But the reasons Lyanna did not want to marry him was because he was a womanizer whom already had bastards and she knew he was not a man who would be faithful or respectful to her. (My personal headcanon is that Lyanna was not interested in marriage at all but thats only my personal speculation).
Robert didn't even mistreat her, because he did not know her. She didn't want to marry him because she knew, she as a wife, was in for a life of a husband prone to massive infidelity, something any reasonable 14-15 year old girl would object to. And we have no way of knowing if he would have mistreated her the way he does Cersei. How he treats Cersei is absoutely horrible and abusive, but the circumstances of their marriage DO play a part in the manner which they mutually mistreat each other in different ways. Theres no real evidence that Robert would treat Lyanna as horribly, we can only say for sure, he would have been insultingly unfaithful and Lyanna would have at the least still been miserable.
So their assumption that Lyannas life with Robert would've looked just like Cersei's is wrong. Cersei's life also is played due in part that most of her family do not care about her well being. She was mistreated and miserable and no one cared. Lyannas family all cared about her deeply. The Starks are all very close and protective, so the idea that Ned would stand by and allow Robert to treat his SISTER that way is to say Ned views Cersei exactly in the same level of respect he does his little sister, which is wrong.
In Lyanna vs Robert in Neds eyes, Lyanna wins. We know this. He keeps Lyannas secret from Robert half their lives which could be a secret considered treason. Ned chooses Lyanna, and would not actualy let her be treated by Robert the way he sees Robert treat Cersei. Also by the time Ned sees the extent of his marriage to Cersei it is far too late to intervene meaningfully and thus he does nothing because by this point there is nothing he can do.
In fact, Ned while still going to tell Robert the truth, extends mercy to Cersei and all but begs her to take her children and run as far away from Robert as they can. Ned defies Robert by telling Cersei to spare her and her childrens lives by running before it's too late. Something which again, could be considered treason once Robert knows the truth.
Robert has MANY problems, and ironically, the show is actually the version of the story that handles this better. Robert in the show is still not a good person, but he has so much more layers and nuance to make him less black and white unlikable. This version of Robert you can actually understand what about him does Ned like and why other people still care about him. Its a rare example of an adaptation improving something from the books.
But Book Robert just sucks. We all know that. He sucks. No one likes Book Robert not even Baratheon fans like me.
But because Rhaegar stans depend on Rhaeyla for their characterization of Lyanna, they can ONLY imagine an opposite where it is Robert and Lyanna because their views of her depend on her in a romance. They don't see her as an individual character who probably wanted nothing to do with either Robert or Rhaegar.
In my personal opinion, Lyanna did not want to marry any man, and probably hadn't even considered if she wanted children. Since the earliest we know anything substantial of her is the Knight of the Laughing Tree, which is a story that tells me shes still just an adventurous girl who wants to see what the more exciting parts of life can offer her. And while dreading one marriage, she was kidnapped and forced into an even worse scenario with an even worse man and died because of it.
Like, at the very least, Roberts side of the war was partially fighting to save her life. Rhaegar fought the side of the war that led her trapped on the other side of the country, almost dying alone in a bed of her own blood.
There no nuance here with these people. They don't see Lyanna outside of Rhaelya and thus they are obsessed with proving that Robert was worse then him even though most discussions about Lyanna have nothing to do with Robert in the first place.
But to be clear, Rhaegar is worse then Robert. They both suck, but Rhaegar is still worse because at least Robert never kidnapped and raped a 15 year old girl which started a war and ended in her death.
The only reason its easier to dunk on Robert is because he was still alive when we met him at the start of the series. A lot easier to shit on a character when we directly followed their actions before they died.
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cinnamon-notes · 5 months
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oh the sacred rage of eldest daughters. oh the sacred fury of young women. oh the sacred madness of ladies. oh the sacred wrath of teenage girls. oh this sacred anger. it is so holy. never extinguish it, sisters. never put it out. burn them in it. show them who's gotta burn at the stake now. be the arsonist of every time they've wronged us through the centuries. oh execute the witchcraft they had executed our ancestors for. oh curse their names when you make your potions.
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yanosdiary · 9 months
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Field trip was so fun until the whole confessing thing bruh why did she have to hype him up and get his hopes up to confess I keep telling her that uruegshs
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arolesbianism · 1 year
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Man I've gotta be mean more often Im so sick of being polite abt bigotry I should just start killing ppl fr
#rat rambles#Im tired of babysitting ignorant ppl Im tired of trying to be nice abt shit someone needs to give me a gun#Im tired of trying to be presentable towards ppl who are on the fense abt shit Im tired of sanitising myself#I wanna reclaim slurs I wanna be angry I want to be loud I want to just yell at ppl that they Should be uncomfortable they Should be upset#you Shouldnt let ppl live in bliss you Should feel targeted when I call out your bullshit because I Am talking abt you fucking get over it#I have been teaching and guiding and explaining for as long as I remember and Im So Fucking Sick Of It#but someone has to. if I can get even one person to support us in a way that matters I have to.#I mean I dont. but I want to. except I also dont because its miserable and it fucking kills me to do. but I couldnt live with myself if I#didnt so here I fucking am.#I just want to be angry without guilt for once in my fucking life. I deserve to be. Im tired of pretending Im not.#goddddd Im so fucking mad rn Im sorry but also Im not but yknow.#I just wanna be more confident abt myself in like every regard like I hate how long its taken me to feel allowed to call myself mexican#yknow. a thing I am and always have beem#like I am still also white for sure and was raised in a very white enviorment but that doesnt stop me from being mexican#and Im allowed to reclaim slurs and Im allowed to defend myself from bigotry and Im allowed to be fucking angry abt it#Im allowed to exist as I am. I thought I had gotten to that point a long time ago but Ive been realising that I rly havent.#rat rants#rat vents#ok anyways. I should rly go to bed now lol#Ill probably be feeling better tomorrow but dont let that make you think my burning rage is gone lol#whatever gn gamers
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the-atlas-sister · 6 months
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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED
But make it ✨spicy✨
Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.
“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.
Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.
“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.
Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.
“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.
“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”
Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.
You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.
Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.
Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”
Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.
“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.
“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.
You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.
You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.
His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”
Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.
“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”
“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.
“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.
“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.
“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.
“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”
Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.
Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.
"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.
"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"
That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.
He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.
Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.
Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.
Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.
"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.
"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.
"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.
You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."
Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...
Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.
"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.
"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.
"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.
"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.
"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.
You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.
As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.
He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.
"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.
"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.
"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.
"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.
"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.
"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."
Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.
"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.
"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."
"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.
"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.
"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"
"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"
You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."
I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.
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