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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year

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Some long, big thoughts on Kazuki, Rei, and being “Fathers.” - SPOILERS!

I really think this episode is when Kazuki and Rei really face the reality that they are Miri’s FATHERS. Like, it finally sunk in.

The lady here uses otou-sama, which is a very formal way to address the two of them, very stuffy. But also very...Japanese. In Japan, it is very commonplace nowadays for little kids to use papa and mama when addressing their parents, but those are still seen as loanwords. They don’t carry the same weight as being referred to, and seen as, FATHERS.

That question and how they would be perceived by others really hit them here. They aren’t just playing house at home anymore, they are out in society and are going to be perceived as this Miri’s fathers. That may also come with the assumption that they are a couple or in a relationship with each other.

They both look uncomfortable here at that realization, but neither one really denies it either. Of course, this daycare is very unwelcoming and the lady far more judgmental than Anna. So that also likely plays a part in how they feel and react here too. The first daycare they go to focused more on the business side of things.

The room is huge, but empty, the walls are colorful, but not bright. Miri is sent off to play with blocks and the lady never directly addresses her or asks for her thoughts on things. Everything about this daycare is unwelcoming and uninviting and unaccepting, so Rei and Kazuki act coldly to this initial realization and the usage of the word FATHER here, seems very fitting.

It’s not a happy, bubbly, childlike, and even fantastical like the word “Papa” is. And the lady interviewing them, was definitely judging them, even before Miri started mentioning some more...suspicious stuff, lol.

Now, when they go to Aozora Daycare, Anna also addresses them using the word father in Japanese, but she goes with otou-san, still formal, but not stuffy and far more common and approachable. It’s still not “Papa” though. She only uses “Papa” when she talks to Miri about Rei and Kazuki.

(In the Japanese she directly addresses Kazuki first by calling him otou-san and then stating that she was asking Miri, not him, haha).

We are met with understanding here, though. Not judgement. The walls of Aozora are filled with children’s art projects, a piano that indicates singing and dancing time as a group, and warm smiles and comfy clothes. Everything that indicates a child-first daycare center.

The whole interview process ends successfully. The daycare views them as suitable parents and Miri got accepted into the school.

And while Rei looks disinterested during this entire interview. He was paying just as close attention to everything as Kazuki was, and if watch the high-five scene with a good eye, you can see that Rei actually has his hand up and waiting for Miri’s high-five before Kazuki.He understands her and her flow so well.

The rest is going under a Read More due to length.

Next we see them navigating all the prep work. And even though Rei did fall asleep at one point, we see that they both put in as much effort and energy as they can to get everything right for Miri and her first day of daycare. They both read through the handbook, write her names on things, even Rei did some sewing too. They exhaust themselves out.

They think they make a great first impression on that first day:

But they make a lot of faux pas in the world of Japanese parenthood (specifically in a space that tends to be dominated by motherhood).

Arriving by car = ✘

Wearing suits that aren’t black = ✘

Having Miri wearing clothes that look expensive = ✘

Arriving by car is equated to wealth and money, and even to showing off, as opposed to riding a bike.

Wearing suits that aren’t black is associated with the underbelly side of Japan, men that work in the red light district or with the yakuza. An exception to this would be like, in many places, the entertainment business.

Dressing Miri up in clothes that look expensive plays into the whole “yakuza daughter” vibes, but also makes it so that she stands apart from the other children. It can also make it so that Miri has a difficult time putting the clothes on and off herself, which could take up class time when coming in from play time, getting ready to go home, and etc.

I worked at a juku (cram school) with a daycare. Most of the students I cared for there were native Japanese kids between 2 - 4 years old whose parents were working in America. My boss would often get annoyed when parents would bring their (usually daughters) in wearing fancy shoes that looked pretty, but hurt the child’s feet and were hard for the child to take on and off themself.

Kids around Miri’s age are also shown to be aware of economic and social class on some level as well.

LOS ANGELES, Calif. (Ivanhoe Newswire) -- Rich, poor, middle class. Parents often believe it’s their responsibility to shield their children from economic differences and social class.

But new research shows children as young as five years old are not economically blind. In fact, by the time they reach prekindergarten, kids know the difference.

This group of primary school kids already knows what money can buy.

Combine that with the (thirsty though they were) mothers who probably advised their children to not get on Miri’s bad side because of her dad’s, and her outfits that set her apart, and scenes like this one:

Don’t seem so out-of-place.

When Kazuki and Rei pick Miri up at school, her answer to “How was your first day? Have fun?” being “I dunno yet.’ Set’s off alarm bells - even with Rei.

His brows are furrowed. He knows that something is off and wrong with that statement. They don’t know what they did wrong, and they don’t know how to fix it. Miri gets quieter and sadder and this is the first time they’ve had to actually deal with Miri on a deeper, emotional level.

That feeling like you are failing a child (whether your own, one of your students, or just a child in your care) is such a devasting feeling. This episode expresses it well by having these scenes all take place on the way home from the daycare, when the sun is setting.

Thankfully, Kazuki is open to listening to what Miss Anna has to tell him, and she is so supportive. She doesn’t judge them or treat them like they are incompetent or incapable. She just gives them the push in the right direction, with “insider info” in a way, to get them and Miri acclimated correctly. And Rei and Kazuki jump on it. They love that they’ve found this place with a bunch of good quality cheap shit that can help them and make their lives easier.

And after this, Miri goes to school in regular clothes. Kazuki goes to the play area in the regular clothes, and he is just genuine and authentic with the kids. He doesn’t dress Miri up in a way that sets her apart anymore (on a class level, in a way that makes the other kids think she is “saying” “don’t play with me.”).

Kazuki, especially, isn’t trying to “fake it until he makes it anymore.” He isn’t trying to give the impression that they are rich. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he also felt a bit more pressure to get everything right because he and Rei are two guys raising a kid together - two FATHERS.

But then he realizes letting Miri and him and Rei just be themselves is enough.

This was very much so a Kazuki issue that ended up negatively impacting Miri. A situation I’m sure every parent (or even teacher, like I’ve been before) has experienced on some level. It’s one of the harsher parts of being a parent and trying to help your child and do what’s right.

And now, he and Rei have one foot further into parenthood, since they know about this new shop and:

Gave Miri her own room.

That is such a big deal. Similar in a way to how people say not to name an animal unless you plan on keeping it as a pet. Not because Miri can be compared to a pet or an animal in any way like that, but because of what it implies on both an emotional attachment level and a “she is now a permanent part of our household” level.

That's a fully decorated room, filled with toys and plush dolls and games, a bed, books, a rug, even a desk. A desk filled with stationary supplies for her to learn and something which is viewed as a necessity for children to have at home when they are in elementary and junior high school (especially).

Rei and Kazuki have gone from being Miri’s “Papas” on a sort of imaginary, “playing house” level, with very limited outside and real-world/societal interactions to being her fathers. They have integrated her and themselves as her parents and fathers into society on a large level now.

By investing in that room, they are investing in Miri, and are openly choosing to be viewed as her fathers - as partners. Even if they don’t necessarily view each other in that way, it doesn’t matter to them in the end, because Miri is what’s most important.

(Note: I will link to the news article and report that stated that information about children and economic class recognition in the comments).

#Buddy Daddies #KazuRei #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Anna Hanyu #Buddy Daddies spoilers #BD spoilers #long post #image heavy post #meta post #thought post #feel free to add your thoughts to this as well!

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silvermoon424 · 7 months

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I hate how much of the obesity "debate" basically boils down to "fat people don't have any self-control and just need to put the fork down to get me to respect them. Because then they'll be thin."

Hardly anyone actually wants to confront the systematic causes of obesity; it's always about "personal responsibility." And like yeah, I don't deny that that plays a part, but God forbid you ever suggest there are factors outside of people's control too, then you're "glorifying obesity."

I've legit heard some fatphobic people say that Japan has such low rates of obesity because of their national attitude of shame towards fat people, ergo we need to start viciously shaming fat people worldwide. They never seem to mention that Japan has an abundance of fresh, healthy, easily available, and cheap food; you can literally walk into a corner 7-11 and buy a fresh and nutritious meal for a few bucks. There's just nothing like that in the US. Many parts of Japan are also very walkable, encouraging people to ride bikes, walk, etc instead of driving everywhere.

Idk, it just really bothers me how so many people act like fat people are solely responsible for their weight when entire policies are the result of food companies lobbying the government to influence the way food is made and distributed. Very often not for the better. Not to mention how these decisions and obesity in general disproportionately impacts the poor and BIPOC.

#fatphobia #obesity #social issues #social commentary #rant

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jongseongsnudes · 2 months

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ten.

warning; 😪😪😪 1.2k words. masterlist.

the events of last night feels like a distant fever dream, especially because you wake up entirely alone in the large hotel room.

like you expected, the space beside you is empty, the cold, untouched sheets very telling that the man hadn’t even slept there. in fact, there’s nothing in the room that even suggests of his presence at all.

what you do notice is the massive white dior shopping bag, along with your suitcase and a new plane ticket on the small table. the table you and him blatantly ruined with your dirty deeds just last night.

inside the dior bag was a white dress with a pricetag the equivalent of your weekly wage. it was truly a beautiful dress, but something about it made you feel off. uncomfortable even.

sigh.

you weren’t dumb. you’ve heard of the numerous affairs within the office between other secretaries and their bosses, often stemming from the constant closeness of the job. you assume this, between you and mr park was also one of those cases.

sex with absolutely no strings attached.

what you didn’t expect was how abruptly he ended things, the man literally abandoning you here in a whole different country without a word. like trash. you know you shouldn’t be upset by it but you are. and now this so-called gift... did he see you as some escort?

before you knew it, you were dressed and standing by the hotel’s entrance, waiting for your ride to the airport. in your grasp was your suitcase and the extravagant gift you planned to return.

“jay’s assistant?”

“oh- mr wang right?”

there stood nicholas, mr park’s friend from yesterday. the man was truly a sight to see. tall, handsome, dressed in a leather jacket, some dark denims, and with hair slicked back.

“that’s me! where’s jay? how dare he leave a beautiful lady waiting by herself?”

his words make you chuckle, your cheeks heating slightly at the random compliment. “he went back to seoul. i’m heading to the airport now, but what are you doing here sir?”

“sir? please. call me nicholas,” he runs his hand through his hair with a laugh, “i came to pick up my bike that jay left and to visit my dad’s hotel.”

ah. so this was his dad’s hotel chain. man was rich rich. and hot.

“hop on, i’ll take you.”

mr wang doesn’t give you much of a choice, and you don’t mind it either way.

the weather was much nicer today, clouds no longer covering the sky. you could actually see everything along the way this time, the breath-taking view of japan and of course, mr wang’s back.

you figured you might have a thing for a man’s backside.

“thank you for the lift sir, the views were so beautiful!”

“again with sir,” he rolls his eyes and hands you your bags, “i’m heading to seoul soon, perhaps then you can take me around.”

“oh definitely!”

“well then,” he hands you his phone, and you just stare at him blankly for a second before realising what he meant. you quickly add your number and watch him drive off, the man no longer a distraction to what had been on your mind before that.

your boss.

*knock knock*

“come in.”

to say you were nervous would’ve been quite the understatement. you didn’t know what to expect on meeting him for the first time since that night, or how to act. or more importantly, how he’d act.

“good morning, sir. i have your breakfast and coffee.”

and there in the cold office, sat the man who clouded your thoughts for the entirety of yesterday. you know you shouldn’t give yourself a headache over the whole situation but you can’t help it.

the way he held you, hand grasping your waist, fingers deep inside of you...

get a grip park! you’re at work!

trying your best not to trip on your heels and spill the food, you walk over to place the tray in front of him. as always, the man doesn’t stray away from paperwork, even when you’re standing there in front of him.

“you have a meeting at 10 with mr lee of lee manufacturers. i have prepared the documents on your desk,” you wait for a moment before continuing, “if there’s nothing left sir, i’ll take my leave.”

silence.

you’d be lying if you said the lack of acknowledgment wasn’t disappointing, but at least it told you something. that what happened that night, very much meant nothing to him. and it shouldn’t to you either.

once back outside, you’re met with taehyun coming down the hallway, in his hands a massive bouquet of beautiful flowers.

“these are for you, someone delivered them to front desk just now.”

“me?” you take the bouquet and flip open the little card.

“hope you will love these flowers that are as beautiful as you. see you soon.” - wang.

“wang? who’s that?” taehyun says over your shoulders, just as mr park’s door opens and out comes the man.

he stares at the flowers in your arm for a moment then at you, eyes glaring a hole right through your face.

then he leaves.

the rest of the day is spent alone, dealing with mr park’s paperwork while taehyun accompanied the man on schedules outside.

“miss park, it’s 8pm.”

you almost fall out of your seat from mr park’s sudden voice, the man now standing in front of your desk. you were so focused on your work to even hear the ding of the lift or his footsteps.

it’s then that you realise how dark it had actually gotten outside the windows, an indication that you should’ve gone home long ago.

“ah- sir, i just needed to finish some paperwork,” you were quick to stand, “but why did you come back sir? did you forget something?”

“come into my office.”

you do so without question, trailing behind the man into his office as he goes to pull something out from behind his desk. it’s the white dior shopping bag, the very same one you had put there in the morning when you arrived earlier than him for once, wanting to return it without fuss.

“what is this?” his tone is cold, eyes glaring directly at you.

“i can’t accept such an extravagant gift from you, sir.”

the low scoff he makes catches you off guard, not expecting such a reaction from him at all. your entire body goes tense when he begins walking back over to you, his eyes focused entirely on you.

he’s making you nervous again. the way he’s watching you, the way he’s smirking at you. it all reminds you of that night.

mr park stops when he’s right behind you, his chest slightly pressing into your back. he’s so close, his cologne surrounding you like his hand that’s now gently clasping onto the back of your neck.

“but you can accept flowers from nicholas? right pretty?”

shit.

end.

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paper-mario-wiki · 4 months

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I'm sure you've been asked this before, but I need a source who isn’t wildly out of touch with what it's like to be a normal person. how financially viable was it to move to japan as a 20/21 year old? did you move there with assistance from a study program? were you able to afford everything relatively easily without an extreme amount of financial stress? sorry for being nosy. I dont need specifics, I'm just terminally curious for a firsthand account from a person who isn't independently wealthy or a 70 year old retiree. ❤️

For one semester of tuition I (my parents) paid:

$5000 without scholarship

$3000 with scholarship

Scholarship was granted on the basis of academic promise and financial guarantor status, and some students had their fees reduced by 75% and 100%.

Tuition was the thing my parent's helped me with the most, as they had saved up for all my siblings to go to college, and only my sister and myself did. But like I said, there was also significant tuition help for students worldwide at my school. Everything else I paid myself.

Before I moved I made sure I had no less than $5000 in pocket money for paying my move-in fees at my apartment, getting a Japanese phone, bank account, insurance, and a bike. After that, home appliances and necessities. When you make your budget, you always want to over prepare. I made sure I had $1000 wiggle room on top of my budget because once youre there, YOURE THERE and home is a long puddle away.

My rent was $600 for a small 1 room apartment (pictured here) that I would have paid less for if I spoke Japanese (paid the gaijin tax by going through an english speaking rental company)

I chose this apartment because of its proximity to the Karasuma subway line, which I could ride directly to school. There and back was about $4 a day, as I went all the way up town. I paid about $40 in utilities on low-use months, and up to $120 on high-use months.

Monthly insurance was $70 without student subsidy, I believe closer to $10 monthly with it. This covers basically everything healthcare-wise.

Food was cheap in Kyoto specifically. Most restaurants had meals under $10, and if you're moving there for school theres a high liklihood you'll be in the city, which means you'll rarely be more than a 3 minute walk from a convenience store which has lunch sets you can take home or reheat and eat in the konbini's sitting area (not guaranteed to have one but more frequent than not having one). I spent maybe a few hundred monthly on meals, mostly because I couldn't cook due to how small my kitchenette was (it's that little stall in the back left corner of the room in the picture).

As an international student, if you're performing above a certain threshhold in your studies you can get a baito visa, meaning on top of your studies you can work a part time job for up to 20 hours a week. This can help a lot, and I knew a few people who worked at clubs, as translators, and as baristas.

If you are making money, you are expected to either pay tax to Japan, or your home country. This is something I absolutely cannot give advice on.

All that said, in my case, living in Japan as a solo adult was easier and significantly more affordable than living in the US with 3 roommates.

#anon

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cu7ie · 11 months

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souya smiles.

⠀⠀⠀ ˊᯅˋ does he know that my destiny lies with him?

cw; large insertions + extra prep, sexual exhaustion, reader w/vag + no pronouns. lovey dovey shit they like eachother what do u want from me.

The only time Souya can stand to have a smile on his lips is when his hands are on your hips and he's lowering you onto his cock.

And even then, the expression is gradual, as your pussy opens so nicely for him, squeezing down on his sensitive flesh. His hand feels along your stomach for the bump his dick leaves behind as he makes a few tentative thrusts, making you whine atop him. He's not one for teasing, but you're so easy to fluster,

Easy to get a reaction out of.

"Souya - don't go so slow. You're t e a s i n g me." The word lingers on your lips, your lower lip trembling like you're gonna try to convince him with those crocodile tears that you can handle him going any faster than this. You two don't usually have sex for long - you can talk the talk but you can't walk the walk, (Souya fucks you like a man possessed, like he might lose a part of himself if he can't wring an orgasm out of you,) and more often than not, Souya's raring to go long after you've tapped out.

"You say the same thing every time. And then when I really put my all in it, you start whining, —"

"No I do not!"

Souya's voice goes up in pitch, mocking you.

" 'It feels like you're tearing me apart, Souya,' " Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you recall that moment with striking clarity, slapping him sharplu on his chest.

“Hey, fuck you! I only said that one time!” You’re surprised he even remembered at all.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꈍᴗꈍ

You guys saw each other less after he launched his restaurant abroad. You stayed in and out of touch, remained dedicated to your studies while supporting Souya's dream overseas.

One day, he came back to Japan on a surprise visit.

Riding your bike back home from your job, you nearly crash into him with it. You're so excited to see him that you start flapping your hands and stuttering and have a little trouble looking him in the eye still,

But you're just like how he remembers you. Perfect and a little awkward and your hands still shake a little just like they did in mid school,

And the look in your eyes is all consuming, adoring, affectionate. His stomach flutters and the corners of his lips twitch, his face resembling a deer caught in headlights as you toss your bike aside and wriggle your smaller arms under his and hug his torso for all you’re worth. His afro has been pulled back into the cutest little ponytail, but you have to admit there’s something about seeing the stark blue mass of curls that makes you want to twirl your hair and drag your feet. He’s still as handsome as you remembered, though. Still frowning so grumpily.

"Souya! It's .. it's been so long." You're small in his arms, the tender embrace lasting for a bit too long because you’re trying to fit all the love you can muster in it,

And really he’s just tired from the flight, so while you’re verbally fantasizing about all these plans, fun things for you two to get up to while he’s here, he’s remembering how soft your mattress used to be, the smell of you on the pillows…

His mind flashes in and out of the memories of the little things. Your eyes crinkling in the corners when you’re giving him your real deal smiles, how you squeeze his hand in yours just to remember ‘what he feels like’. Feeling a little bad he’s been gone for so long. But you make his heart feel like it never left.

You walk him up to your apartment, chatting calmly and holding his pinky in yours and by the time he’s actually in your house, you’re pulling him to your bedroom and

Help him take his clothes off. Maybe he’s more jetlagged than he thought, because he’s just admiring the peace in your expression as you help him with something he ought to do himself. But you’re so eager to see him in a way that feels wholly unexpected. Then again, it’s you. As long as he can remember, you’ve always been happy to see him. You take off his stuffy button up and toss him a shirt he hasn’t seen in years.

It's a band tee that has a faded graphic of the Deftones on it. Despite it looking well loved, there's lint and some dust he has to shake off of it.

“I.. wore this in back in highschool. ” “M’yeah, you left it here way back. I was.. Holding onto it. For you.” You smile so cutely he doesn’t even care if that's not true. He slips it over his head and falls back onto the pillow, you worm your way into his arms and let him hold you. Feel you for the first time in years.

And he doesn’t like feeling like a pervert, but,

How can you blame him? You look at him so dreamily, on the verge of a good nap, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes so you can commit this image of him to memory (as if he'd risk disappearing on your again).He can feel you staring at him, feels you crawling further along his chest, and his hand naturally falls to your back, slides down along your spine..

And he can feel himself grow hard as he feels your nipples, solid as diamond, poke at him from under your thin lounge shirt.

“.. souya.” He cracks his eyelids open, just enough to see you pressing up against his chest, your skin softer than his; warm and inviting.

“..can I kiss you?” He doesn’t even stop to think about it; not a word is uttered in that moment, he cups his hands and hoists you up so you’re properly laying atop him. He was dreaming of sheep not even a second ago, but now your perky little butt is rubbing against his hard cock, the kisses you pepper onto his face pulling him in deeper, and deeper,

He just wanted to take a nap. You do a good job at convincing him otherwise.

Newfound energy surges into him as you gyrate your hips just so, his clothed cock sliding along the fat plush of your ass, and he knows you know what you’re doing, eyes feigning innocence as your hands rub down his musculature, the contours of his stomach; you’re filled with so much raw affection that you suddenly become wild in your movement, something he hasn’t seen in a while taking you over. Your breathing is hot and heavy; his as well, and as you part yourself from the final kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips with him, you bury your nose into the crook of his neck.

Souya is blazing hot now. You don’t move from that position and he physically can’t handle the way you rile him up, his fingers twitching and his knee jumping and he just has to touch you, hands brazenly gripping the weight of your ass and the curve of your hip; you groan into the flesh on his neck, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders with a profound eagerness. You’ve gotten him flustered, and he’s trying to pull your sleep shorts off your butt with this look on his face like he might cry if he can’t get his cookie, his breathing uneven in your ear.

“I missed you so much.” “.. missed you too.” You rescind from his neck and allow the softness of his face to fall into your palms, your heart bumping in your chest loud enough for you to hear. “Mh. I wanna fuck you. So bad,” You grind your hips into his and he groans at you, his skin flushing red as he pokes a finger beneath the elastic of your underwear.

“Then help me get these shorts off. I really don’t want to tear them, they’re cute on you.” You’re smiling because you know Souya isn’t one for jokes, raising your ass with a shake of your hips, leaning forward into a kiss as you slide your shorts down to your knees, wriggling them down your leg and kicking them off to the side.

“How long has it been since you’ve been in Japan, Souya?” You say as you pull away from the kiss; making Souya cock his head and whine a little. He starts making hickies along your collarbone, answering in between sucks and breaths.

“ A year .. n’ maybe four months.” He rumbles low in his throat as his balls seize up, the anticipation of sex making him moody and a little impatient. He grabs your wrists and flips you over on the bed, earning a cute giggle and gasp as he hooks his hands around the back of your knees, hoisting your hips up into the air with newfound vigor and ease,

Slow-cooking in your scent, inundating himself in your heat, your wet cunt is gushing; a sopping spot on your underwear as he tugs it off with his teeth. “Someone’s really eager.” You try not to let your voice waver, but he sees through your facade; nibbles on your thigh just to hear you moan, trying to correct your mistake by clapping your hand over your mouth softly.

“It’s been so long since I’ve heard you moan for me.” He pushes your thighs apart until he can see your quivering folds and puffy little clit; burying his head into your muff without waiting for a reply. His tongue is hot and quick and knows you so well. It travels up your labia with long unabashed licks, reaching your clit; then he doubles down, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy is soaked and it never did take you too long to cum when he goes down on you, your hands gripping the streets for purchase as you groan out his name.

“Sou…ya, Oh fuck - Souya. Souya!”

His name falls from your lips like a chant as he angles your legs higher to get deeper into your snatch, his grip wrought iron and his desire evident. You’ve covered his nose, lips and chin in your wetness, the bashful yet cheeky grin you fix him with making his heart flutter like nothing else. In an instant he’s possessed by this intensity and fervor, forcing your knees further up and to your chest with one hand and trying to fix his dick out of his sweats with the other; but you frantically wave your hands then, dragging him out his pussy drunk stupor.

“Y’gotta.. gotta use your fingers first.” You pant, air having left your lungs. You wipe the sweat from your forehead (sweating already, it really has been a while, huh?) feeling a bit sheepish having to explain. “I won’t be able to take it if you don’t stretch me out first, it’s been .. wayyy too long ..” Souya snorts as you spread your folded legs, plunging in a finger without ceremony and feeling a little surprised when he hears you squeak. You seem embarrassed but amused by yourself, looking directly at the place where his finger dips into your warm core and your toes curling at the sound of the squelch.

“..you’re too cute.” Souya doesn’t have the thickest fingers, so one in and out works well for you. He gets to two and he hears you mewl, your tiny pussy still soaked but taking him in with less ease than before. Your walls clamp down around his digits like you plan to trap him there. You’re breathing hard and your fingers frustratedly grasp air and squeeze wind, this profound heat in your body,

Cooking you slowly from the inside, his fingers move faster and you’re whining and moaning, little “Ah, ah, ah’s!” as Souya pumps in with reckless abandon. You’re trying not to cum again, but you really can’t help it, your moans crescendoing, your chest rising and falling in time with each pump; then he adds another finger. Your back arches and you rise off the bed as you squirt around his fingers, (you got some onto his forearm, makes his eyebrows shoot up.) And you look so peaceful on the pillows, tuckered out already apparently. Souya gripes, and your lidded eyes flutter open. He shakes your knees and your legs fall open without resistance, your hands gripped by the wrists and pinned above your head as his other hand works even faster to whip his dick out; his tip drooling and sticky with precum as the head of his cock kisses the lips of your pussy. His shoulders shudder as his breathing becomes heavy, his hard gaze harrowing in on you as he speaks slowly, pressure building as the tip of him pushes in. “I don’t want to break you.” His lower lip trembles, the gentle sincerity in his voice understudied by a certain kind of grit, rough like sandpaper. His eyes narrow at you, the grip around your wrist tightening. “But I think I will.”

“I’d say I’m sorry,” His hips are moving forward, and the girth of his cock (stretches you out just like how you remembered) making your eyes cross and your lips part in silence. “But I .. really don’t like lying to you.” He pushes in and the stretch stings in a sinfully good way; your pretty little pussy getting split open by thick pipe; Souya’s balls slapping gently against your ass as he eases into you at a regular pace.

“I - I swear, you’re gonna tear me apart with that fuuuh-cking thing.” Your thighs quiver and your voice feels unsure.

"One.. of these days … oooh fuck."

It still feels too fast. You clamp around his dick like you’re the one trying to break him; your arms wriggling as you tug on them, trying to dislodge them from beneath Souya’s hands. He has a look of utter bliss overlaid onto his usually frowny expression. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of your wet walls slicking up his cock,

while you’re cursing, blood rushing to your cheeks as your leg shake and your skin is alight,

“Holy - fuck! Fuck! F-fuck you, Souya; jesus fucking christ-” Souya looks amused by you, his polite smile looking down right dastardly.

“Don’t look at me like that, asshole!” You whine, but don’t put up a real fight. Your moans escape your body in time with his thrusts and it feels really embarrassing. You feel like you sound like a whore, moaning his name to the sky; forgetting the whole world behind you. You'll be surprised if you go out and the neighbor's aren't looking at you funny. Souya is electric, like a nasty jolt that sends a shock of pleasure and pain so deep into you that it transcends touch and does something to your brain itself.

You’re drooling on your favorite pillow and squealing and whining and (begging for it begging faster faster, when you know you can’t handle it) overwhelming sensations have taken you over completely. Your heels dig into Souya’s back and he feels encouraged to thrust even harder, lean forward and slobber all over the fat of your chest trying to get one of those beady nipples into his mouth.

Souya’s cock is a bully, pounding your sweet cunt into utter submission when your body can do nothing else but twitch and listen to the sound of sloppy sex, hands grabbing at air as he keeps your arms up and out of the way. He looks overcome too, a haze blanketing over him as he fucks you so good the tip of his dick kisses your cervix and all you can see is stars,

And then that coiling spring inside your guts releases all its tension as you utterly cream yourself on his dick. But he’s still going. Still fascinated by how tiny you feel compared to him, this dominance he’s exercising over you, a cock drunk little fairy, taking a primal pleasure in how fucked out your face looks.

(He can even see the little bump on your tummy where his cock is. Rubbing his hand over it makes you whimper, but maybe you’re just feeling a little sensitive,) though you’re still soaking wet, it’s clear you’re on your last leg. You're crying from ecstasy, your cunt unwilling to be stretched so far; you’re much tighter than you were before on account of your exhaustion alone. “Souya-” You attempt a whine before you’re silenced with a kiss. You can feel him smiling against your bottom lip, giving another - harder - thrust-

Then,

His hips stutter. He feels his balls tighten and it’s only then his hands drop to your hips to pull you as far onto his cock as he can. It’s like you’re boneless in his arms, your skin all tingly and raw and,

He’s fucking his load into you. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders to prevent your skull from slamming against the headboard, feeling him feel you up, up, and up.

"love you.. really love you.."

There’s so much that it spills onto your sheets.

You feel so full that you can’t stop babbling, gasping and your thighs are shaking, stilled only when Souya gently pulls your legs apart and slides his cock out of you, leaving you full of cum; yet devastatingly empty.

When Souya sighs, you can feel the stress leave him, the frenzied ogre is no more, and he collapses beside you; just as sweet as he came. He seems a little apologetic, a little bashful as he tucks his arms around your waist and tugs you toward him.

“I really did miss you.” Your head is still floaty, but you’ve your wits about you enough to mutter,

“I noticed.”

#souya x reader #souya kawata smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #souya kawata #tokyorev #🌩️ L1GHTN1NG_STRIKE5.pdf

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Suzuki GSX-R1000 AutoRace Ube Racing Team All Japan Road Race Championship // SUGO JSB1000 // 2023

#motorcycle #suzuki #gsxr1000 #autorace ube racing team #sport bike #racing #motorsports #all japan road race championship #sugo #jsb1000 #2023 #ride hard or go home #built for speed #moto love #lifestyle

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TFP: TIMESKIP | RID15 AU

Set 3 Years Post Predacons Rising & 1 Month post RID15 Finale [A Personal Rewrite/AU Of the TFP Kids Post TFP/RID]

Jasper, Nevada has become a quiet place for Jack, Miko and Rafael after their final goodbye with team Prime, and with Ratchet, when word that the Medic was needed reached their comms.

For the next 3 years, it was relative radio silence. No news from Cybertron, though they tried to reach out. They sent so many transmissions to their friends, yet not a single one returned to them.

Almost as if something blocked them from them, like something didn't want them in contact.

So, in the absence of their friends, their robotic family they had loved so much, the trio of kids put their all into making them proud.

They spent every day they could at Hangar E, and every year, on the anniversary of their departure, they would visit the old Outpost Omega-1.

They would hold hope for their friends to reach out, someday.

They had to...right?

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Miko dove head first into combat training, thanks to some strings pulled by Agent Fowler. When she wasn't sparring on a mat with her teachers, she was in the hangar, cheered on by Raf and Jack as she learned to translate those moves into the Apex Armor.

After some convincing too, of her parents when she turned 18, and some more strings pulled by Fowler, Miko made the base her home, and lived in Jasper full time. She'd even had her cats brought over from Japan, a fact that made her stay in the hangar less lonely, though she'd spent many dinners at Raf and Jack's homes regardless.

She'd trained her abilities in battle to a fine tuned machine, hoping for the chance to make Bulkhead proud when he walked through the groundbridge someday. Even took to a video diary, to catch him up on everything that had happened since they'd left Earth.

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Rafael excelled in his studies to little surprise of many of the others in his presence. The young boy seemed to have matured overnight, and after a letter from Fowler to some colleagues in some colleges, Raf was skipped up a few grades, and was even taking some college courses online, to further his computing knowhow.

Taking up robotics as a hobby mostly, Rafael upkept the remaining Cybertronian tech left by their robotic team members. He remembered every lesson from Ratchet, and from the many times he also tried to help with Bee's voice box, so it was of little surprise to the team when Raf not only upkept but upgraded their base's tech. No better wifi could be found in Jasper, and access to every show they wanted was at their fingertips.

Still, Raf missed Bee, especially after seeing every transmission they sent go unanswered. His best friend had promised to visit, to write them back, call...had...he forgotten them?

He hoped not. Raf could never forget the scout, the one who'd help Raf find his own voice, among the chaos of his own home and family life.

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Jack changed the most and the least at the same time. He was still a gentle and quiet soul, but he was fiercely protective now, of Miko and Raf. He dove into his studies, and even skipped a grade, to the surprise of his mother. Studying under her even, Jack learned medical care for his loved ones behalf, especially with all the bruises Miko returned with after her sparring lessons. He joined, once in a while, when he had the energy to, but his energy had shifted to making sure both of his teammates were ok. For his 18th birthday, his mother surprised him with a real motorcycle of his own, after seeing how much he missed Arcee and their rides around Jasper. And Agent Fowler, who had begun dating June at this point, helped hook up Jack with a job alongside him, mainly harmless paperwork, but it would pay better than slinging burgers at KO Drive Inn did, which he appreciated.

His free time was often spent fixing up his bike, and riding out far, along the routes him and Arcee would take. He really hoped their messages would reach them someday.

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Added Notes

Takes place 1yr after the ending of RID15/it's finale

June and Fowler got married by the time Jack is 19, which Jack actually was happy about, even if it shocked him a good bit at the start that they did begin to date.

Rafael has been checking every cryptid sighting website he used to, searching for any hint that Team Prime has come back.

Knockout has been, unbeknownst to Cybertronians and humans alike, been sneaking to Earth via rogue groundbridge of his own. It was where he lost Breakdown, and he continues to race still there [Yes this is bc of RID's use of his car model]

The kids came into contact with the Rescue Bots at some point, and they too have had issues contacting Cybertron, something that they tried to work on together but it did little in the end.

The 'Autobot' High Council had put a ban on travel to Earth, and had erased the coordinates from most databanks, as well as disrupting transmission from the kids to team Prime.

Crown City is located California for this AU

Outpost Omega-1 has been abandoned yes,the kids mainly use Hangar E, but regularly visit the old base since it's destruction.

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Ride 767: Rivalry between warlords

Pag 2

1: Hahaha!

2: Two people are coming up!!

Who is it?

What a force!

Uh... those jerseys... that orange hair....!!

3: It's Sohoku's second year, Kaburagi!!

Hahaha, sorry for the wait! A hero always arrives late!!

Pag 3 / 4

They gathered from all over the country.... to decide the strongest in Japan!!

Pag 5

1: Two people from Sohoku caught up to the lead!!

Uh... Sohoku

Sohoku... and it's two of them!!

2: Senpai, is he strong?

That's the guy who last year competed until the end against Hakogaku for the sprint battle of the first day!!

3: I'll say it again

4: Hahaha, sorry for the wait! A hero always arrives late!!

He really said it a second time!! Does he like that sentence so much!?

Pag 6

1: “Join the lead” completed, Issa!!

Hahaha just as we planned, Danchiku!!

Pag 7

6: Senpai, the fact that they're here

7: means that are chances of winning are lower, right? It means big troubles for us, who used our legs, jumped ahead and got here with so much efforts, right!?

8: That's not a “hero” at all!! Rather, it's the opposite!!

Pag 8

1: Come forward if you wanna be defeated

2: Such an overwhelming confidence!! What arrogant attitude!! Ug!! Ah!?

3: But, somehow, he's a little cool!!

4: Wait wait wait

Wait!!

Pag 9

1: Small, small

You're small!! Sohoku!!

Ah?

2: A man's strength is “thickness”!!

3: Oh

4: Just now there was a guy from Nagoya who also didn't know

Just

5: Tch

6: I wanna make you understand by strength!!

Pag 10

1: Look at this thick neck!!

2: This thick waist!!

3: If you ride a first-class road-bike you should understand too!!

A thick waist is the trunk of your body!! And the trunk is the most important muscle to turn your legs and move your bike forward!!

4: And then, the “neck”!!

5: The heaviest part of the body.... the head accounts for one-fifth of the body

And it supports it from the side!! In other sports, the head is supported by the spine, only in cycling it's supported only by your neck's muscles!! That thickness stabilizes all your movements!!

6: These two things are “thick”!!

Do you understand what it means?

7: Kaburagi-kun!!

Pag 11

1: Let's race!!

2: No need for words, let's speak with our legs!!

How 'bout until the second roadsign!?

4: No problem

5: I'll entertain you!!

6: You'll recognize the “thickness”!!

7: The race between those two is starting!!

Pag 12

1: The thickest volcano in Japan is Sakurajima!!

Pag 13

1: The thickest radish in Japan is the Sakurajima radish

2: Kagoshima's Oosumi jumped ahead!!

Oosumi-kun!! His killer phrase came out!!

3: An explosive acceleration, just like a volcano's eruption!!

4: And his trunk.... his thick trunk

5: is moving forward like a log in a flowing in rapids!!

Pag 14

1: They call me “the raging log of Kagoshima, Oosumi”!!

My way of running is crushing everything!!

2: On the other hand, Sohoku's Issa got a late start!!

3: And his pedaling doesn't even have any explosive power

4: Is his condition not good!?

Pag 15

1: He's pedaling so... unconcerned...

He's just pedaling.... huh!?

4: and yet....

6: He caught up to Oosumi!!

7: H-

Pag 16

1: How!!

2: Your power is “thick” but your power loss is “thick” too

The really fast pedaling... haven't you heard it?

3: Is the one that appears weak at first glance

5: Is that the second roadsign?

6: Since you got here

7: I'll show you

8: He raised his hips from the saddle

Pag 17

1: Hoooooooo

2: My explosive acceleration!!

3: Ra!!

5: Ngh....!!

He's getting smaller in the blink of an eye.....

Pag 19

2: He accelerated with a popping sound!?

3: Hahaha, so how was it?

4: My Special Strong acceleration, that's had another power up since last year?

5: Sohoku defeated Kagoshima!!

The raging log!! And with a huge margin, even!!

Oosumi-kun!!

So strong... is he really a hero?

Pag 20

1: As expected by Issa

You sure show your strength during a “race”

2: Your high power, judgment, and wild instincts are first class

3: With this performance, you erased

4: this leading group's will to fight!!

5: There's 6km left until the...

6: sprint line!!

Pag 21

1: (Kaburagi and Danciku

Leading group)

We've passed a group of some people while coming here, but as expected there's no one else....

2: who will catch u.....

6: ….. Sohoku

Somehow

8: This pressure!!

Pag 22

1: Hakogaku's Doubashi!!

Pag 23

1: Yo!! It's been a while, orange!!

2: I came here to shoot you down!!

3: Thick!! Who is this thick guy!!

4: Ha.... Hakone Acedmy in a moment like this!!

5: What's with this pressure

6: He caught up? Until here and on his own!!

7: Ugh!!

What do we do, Issa!!

Pag 24

1: I won't forgive you...

I'll never forgive you....!!

3: You've arrived after me and so now I look like less of a hero!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 767 #kaburagi is the most annoying person ever i ADORE him #also i love the others' reaction to him in this chap #they all know hes ridiculous but also hes kinda cool isnt him #also thick guy creeps me out sorry lmao good job kabu in teaching him a lesson #AND NOW WE BEGIN WITH THE REAL RACEEEEEE #i really have no idea how this will go #on one hand i think kabu might win bc this is his revenge after last year #but also #with this ih watanabe really decided to be unpredictable so WHO KNOWS #and also theres Kiji???? i kind of have a feeling kiji is gonna win everything this first day

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt7}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: heart break Word count: 1022 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @topguncultleader @vellicora @ystrolllll

Part 7 of the Mamma Mia series

They really weren’t kidding when they said ‘let us woo you’. The next two weeks fly by in a blur of data streams, flights and more dates, each getting more elaborate as time goes on. Mark takes you out for crazy golf while in Singapore, a suggestion by Oscar and undoubtedly Lando, although you wonder whether they suggested the murder mystery themed one. Lewis spoils you with a hot air balloon ride to watch the sunrise when you’re in Suzuka, the sight leaving you breathless, and Kevin treats you to a picnic after a bike ride through the park. You love seeing their own personalities reflected in the activities they plan for you, but also in the way they show their affection for you: Mark takes care of you, driving you to and from the paddock, making sure you eat by bringing you lunch. Kevin and you managed to keep your promise to spend more time together; he will often just come hang out at the Mercedes hospitality and chat with the mechanics or with Mick while you get some last minute bits of work done. It’s nice to have him beside you, to have the weight of his hand on your thigh every so often just to let you know he is still there. And then there’s Lewis who is so observant and spoils you in different ways. You mention once how your sunglasses broke and the next thing you know a new pair sits atop your desk. He even gifted you monogrammed loungewear embroidered in his colours after he overheard you talking about how your travel clothes are just no longer comfortable. It’s a clear display of his wealth and not something you’re used to, but seeing him smile as you use his gifts has your heart skipping a beat. It quite literally feels as if you’re in a romance novel, but while those usually end in a happy ending, you’re having a hard time believing that that could be you. Because romance novels and relationships are usually between two people and not four. Because no matter how hard you try not to, you’re falling in love in a way that terrifies you. It breaks your heart to know you are once again hurting them, but what other options do you have? There is no way that this, that a relationship can work because that would mean having to choose and you can’t. You cannot choose between them nor can you allow yourself to live in the delusion that there is a possibility that you don’t have to. It’s impossible, the choice feels impossible, so you make the only one you can; you’d rather live with the heartbreak and the knowledge that you hurt them, than choose between Kevin, Lewis, and Mark. And so you do what you have always done: you very slowly begin to withdraw yourself, rebuilding the wall the three of them had painstakingly brought down over the past four weeks.

It all comes to a head after the race that Sunday in Japan. Your emotions are all over the place, flitting between happiness and pride at Mercedes’ performance and bagging some much needed points to hopefully be able to secure that second place in the constructor’s championship, and absolute dread at having to have this conversation with them. And so you find yourself outside the Mercedes motorhome, the three men sat in front of you.

“Now that the month is almost over I thought it best to have this conversation now,” you begin, looking down at your mug. Your stomach is in knots and for once it’s not the morning sickness that’s making you nauseous.

“I’m really sorry but I can’t do this. I- I don’t have feelings for you. For any of you. I’m sorry for stringing you along and getting your hopes up, I really am,” you continue, voice barely louder than a whisper. The silence that follows is deafening. You don’t dare to look up because you know once you see the look on their faces your resolve will crumble like a house of cards.

“Bullshit,” Kevin says, his frustrations clear in his voice. Your heart breaks at the ice in his tone, but keep your eyes on your mug while holding back tears.

“Kev-..” Mark tries to placate him, but to no avail.

“No, don’t you Kevin me. This is her M.O. God, you can’t even look at us while you tell us you feel nothing for any of us.”

“We did tell her it would be up to her,” Lewis adds.You look up at both him and Kevin through your eyelashes, watching them share a look you can’t decipher. You watch Kevin’s shoulders slump before looking back at you. Quickly you avert your eyes, trying to keep your face neutral.

“Fine,” Kevin sighs, the dejection and resignation in his voice cut deeper than any knife possibly ever could, “forget it. See you around the paddock I guess.” And with that the Danish driver leaves.

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper, throat thick with tears.

“So am I, sweetheart,” Mark says, pressing a kiss against your temple before getting up as well. Lewis gives your hand a squeeze before following the Australian into the paddock for the final round of interviews, leaving you behind with the remnants of your shattered heart.

You somehow manage to hold it together until you’re back in your hotel room, catching a ride with another colleague to avoid having to see Mark again. Throwing your bag on a chair, you make a beeline for the ensuite, turning on the shower while silent tears roll down your cheeks. Stripping out of your team gear, you step under the hot water, wrapping your arms around your chest as sobs wreck through you, afraid that you might fall apart even further if you don’t hold onto yourself. You know that this hell is your own doing but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less, doesn’t make the pain any less. Little do you know, the heartache that is already all consuming is about to become so, so much worse.

Maybe the secret fourth option was choose pain? I can already hear someone throw her phone against the wall. Love you @szobosz

Again, the biggest thank you to @curiousthyme for being my beta reader, love you so much ives

Please let me know what you think! Your comments, tags and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x reader #kevind magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

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Buddy Daddies - Episode 7 - Thought Post - Extra Stuff! - SPOILERS!

A few small tid-bit stuff that I liked or thought interesting in the episode.

1. Rakuzon:

They combined Rakuten (a Japanese-based Amazon like site) with Amazon, lol. That got a good chuckle out of me!

2. I want pizza!

One of the ladies Kazuki is with says, “I want pizza!”

Kazuki responds with, “Aw, that’s for poor people!” And he tells her to order sushi. Then there is a transition to Miri sneezing. This works as both a way to show Miri having a cold (a great call back to Episode 1′s opening scene, where Rei didn’t take her having sniffles seriously) and as a way to show the whole “sneeze when someone is talking about you” superstition in Japan. Kazuki is out here basically call Rei and Miri “poor people,” despite the irony of Rei being actually rich and Kazuki not. Which also fits back into one of his character personality traits of trying hard to be showy and trying to appear rich.

3. Open Umbrella Indoors

Speaking of superstitions, Japan doesn’t have one for opening umbrellas indoors equating to bad luck. You don’t realize how culturally ingrained stuff like this really is until you live in a culture that is very different in ways like this. Like, when I lived in Japan, I eventually got used to not saying anything when people sneezed, but I could never bring myself to open an umbrella up when inside a building. That was just like, “Nope, can’t chance it regardless.” lol

4. “And an order of fries.”

Rei just straight up doing the opposite of what Kazuki would do when ordering the pizza (Miri, “Papa Kazuki says we need veggies!” Rei: “And an order of fries.”).

5. “We’ve been abandoned.”

Also, Rei, you don’t just tell little kids that you’ve been abandoned! T0T This is another one of those moments where Rei kinda treats Miri like an equal, instead of the child in his care, when he really really shouldn’t. Goodness!

6. Kazuki’s Eyes:

This is something I noticed all the way back in Episode 1 too. But I’m glad they’ve been consistent with this detail. In the flashbacks, Kazuki’s eyes are drawn a bit bigger, so he looks younger and also more innocently naïve.

7. Umbrella and Bike Riding:

Rei asks Miri where he umbrella is. She tells him it is broken. It should be noted that riding a bike while using an umbrella is technically against the law. But everyone does it anyway, lol.

8. Rei in Different Outfits:

We got to see Rei wearing a bunch of different shirts and pants in this week’s episode. As well as wearing Kazuki’s apron! *-*

9. Miri Manipulating Her Cuteness:

Kazuki and Rei are really going to have to watch out for this tactic!

#Buddy Daddies #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Kazuki Kurusu #BD spoilers #Buddy Daddies spoilers #long post #image heavy post #thought post #meta post

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WITH HARRY'S BIRTHDAY COMES THE UNSEEN PHOTOS OF HIM IN JAPAN LOOKING ADORABLE AND NOW HIM RIDING THE LYME BIKES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍

Happy 30th (Jesus Christ 😭) Birthday to the man who makes me and everyone else so happy, who I’ve been supporting since I was 12/13 years old, who is one of the most sweetest and kindest man to ever walk the planet who we all love so deeply!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb

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I just wanna be a dumb, dull teenager biker… not caring or thinking about anything, only having knowledge is bikes and not even being able to do simple maths, just riding, stinking and farting on my motorcycle….

Do you think you could make it happen? Thanks

Bloody hell! Do you have any idea what's going on here so close to the holidays? Read. The. Fucking. Manual! Select properties, define characteristics, activate. And if that's too much work for you, select one of the default settings. Here's a really cool one. 19 years old, well-trained, C-student throughout. Motorcycle fan. Here you go!

You can't get enough of the feeling of being in a motorcycle suit. Your bare, sweaty skin in tight nylon and leather. And then off you go on your racing bike, onto the highway and steel, leather and asphalt become one with you. It's not the first time that your jockstrap has gotten wet from precum while riding.

You and your bike get hungry. You pull out at the next rest stop. You fill up, take a piss and sit down in the diner. The waitress is on the ball. While the waitress takes your order, you take off your helmet and open your jacket. A gush of musky air comes out. You run your fingers through your long, sweaty locks. The waitress looks a little disgusted. And passes on your order.

Just as your salad with tofu and the cranberry spritzer are served, a group of truckers come in the door. The diner is full. There's only room at your table. Without asking, the four giants join you. The first one asks if that's your bike out there. A rarely stupid question, you are the only guest in motorcycle gear. Your mouth is full and you just nod. "1992 Fatboy?" asks the trucker. The baby is your pride and joy. You nod again. "Difficult bike, but I assume you have experience with the engine". You're still chewing, but you show your calloused and oil-smeared hands to prove it. Yes, your baby is not really reliable. But it's honest American steel. Not some crap from Japan, Italy or Germany. With your mouth full, you say that you used to have a Triumph. But nothing beats the machines from Milwaukee. And then you bite into your burger again. The second trucker orders a large portion of scrambled eggs and bacon, gives you a fist bump and says. "Damn right, buddy. America first!" You burp and confirm "America first!"

Half of your burger is hanging in your beard. You're still hungry. When the truckers' food arrives, you order a portion of the ribs. And another beer. You ask the guys if they want another one. The ribs are delicious. They are dripping with sauce. Your fingers are not only oily, but also covered in fat and sauce. You wipe them on your jeans and the hair on your belly. Your next round of beer is coming. You toast with an "America first", take a big gulp, look at each other and burp simultaneously. You like these guys. Big honest heroes of the highway. You pay for your meal at Lucy's and promise to come by again soon. You say goodbye to your friends and go out to smoke a cigar before continuing your journey. And you really need to piss. But you'd rather do that behind the shed.

Hehehe, you already know why you don't piss in the toilets. It doesn't take long for one of the truckers to join you. He doesn't smoke a cigar. But what's in his mouth is hardly any smaller

Preset found @neusatz-an-der-donau, later pic found @vareddman76

#male tf #reality change #chronivac #leather tf #redneck tf #age progression #bear tf #biker tf

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