🔞Squishy...

leering roommate who's been very clearly trying to set up a "you have to wear a cowkini around the apartment for a week" type pervert wager every time you get drunk together for at this point months but is simply and i mean really truly Absolutely Dogshit at playing poker

oh to be a hot alternative girl with a ponytail and a baseball cap and a facemask with visible eyeliner working behind the counter at a shitty gas station in some lame suburb wearing pants that are just a little too tight and make my ass look really big and a stupid work shirt and nametag and i'm on my phone scrolling social media for my whole shift but then some shy girl walks in to buy a single immature beverage like juice or some shit and shes wearing like a punch of whites abd pinks and shes got a bunny hairclip and she walks up to the counter and i'm scrolling my phone and shes like "h-hi.." and i look up and i'm like "what" and she blushes REALLY hard and goes "E-EEK- UM.. JJUST THIS PLEASE" and i'm like "okay" and i ring her up and she pays me and takes the drink and practically runs out of the store and i barely take note and keep scrolling my phone disinterestedly but the girl remembers the whole thing visibly and she peeks through the advertisements from outside the store to get a look at me right as i stretch and mh shirt rides up and reveals a tiny bit of my tummy and sge blushes REALLY hard and runs home feeling like a total freak but i didnt even notice or care because i'm nonchalant and doing my own thing. and then maybe she keeps finding excuses to come in and i start picking up on something but i dont know what except she realizes we go to the same college and she starts seeing me (no facemask and i keep my hair down) around campus but she doesnt know its me but i know its her and she approaches me and makes friends with me and slowly we start to realize how much we like each other through repeated interactions at school on my end and at my work on hers and maybe we can. um. anyways i think thatd be cool

honestly the more we think about it the more we realize how foundational asumi-chan is to what we like about and want out of sex

it's a way to express love and care and joy, even when getting more kinky or hardcore with things

the transfeminist plushie would like to snuggle up to your neck and tell you you don't and shouldn't always have to top