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spacerangersam · 1 year
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is this anything lads?
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hiighborg · 6 months
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Water color brushes I experimented with
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sapphiccyanide · 1 year
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elwenyere · 4 months
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— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “A Rant About ‘Technology’”
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sar-soor · 19 days
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Ramadan Kareem to all those who observe, may Allah accept our fasts and duaa and allow us growth and harmony over the course of the next month. May Allah ease the suffering of those in Gaza and across Falasteen, Sudan, Congo, Yemen, Tigray, Kashmir, West Papau, and all those who are oppressed around the world. May He grant them shifa, tranquility, steadfastness, and sabr. May He grant us the strength and ability to fight injustice wherever we see it, and victory over our oppressors.
Here is a list of resources for Gaza and Falasteen. Here is an even bigger list. Here’s a much smaller one. Here is one with resources for both Gaza and Sudan.
Here is the link to a GFM that is very important to me. Here is the link to a GFM for a family in urgent need of evacuation out of Gaza.
Here is a way to help out Sudan. Here are links for donations, Sudanese businesses to support, and brief education about Sudan. Here is a post with resources for education and updates about what's happening in Sudan.
Here is a post with resources for Tigray.
Here is a post with important information on boycotting for Congo. Here is a post with links to support Congo.
Here is a list of resources for education on various issues around the world, including but not limited to West Papau, Hawai'i, Kashmir, and Armenia.
You can check my resources tag for more. I know tumblr's searching system isn't the best, though, so I tried to put as many as I could from that tag here.
Ramadan Kareem. May every action we take towards justice bring us lasting freedom and tranquility 🌙
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utilitycaster · 4 months
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"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."
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misterradio · 2 months
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🍪🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜
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my coogie
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unforth · 8 months
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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
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callileonn · 11 months
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hyrule’s favourite horsegirl <3
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spacerangersam · 9 months
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I have very correct and cool thoughts on a YouTuber au that won’t leave my head so here they are:
Kitty is the first to start a channel. She’s grown up watching youtube and thinks it’s just wonderful, so she wants in. She starts just doing vlog stuff but eventually moves on to reviewing books which really gets popular. She’s this very happy chirpy girl who favours romance and erotica, who occasionally turns up out of the blue with a fucking like, Thomas Hardy novel, and will come out with random and poignant takes on what she’s reading. The people love her, as they should,
In my au, they’re (nearly) all friends to begin with, so once Kitty starts doing well, she tries to encourage Pat to get involved (she just really thinks he has the personality for it, and it'd be something to distract him from the divorce). He has four separate channels (he likes to keep things organised of course), one that’s more for Daley than anything, just short simple videos going through things he’ll need to learn growing up like how to fix a lightbulb, a flat tire, how to cook a few simple meals etc. He has a 'vlog' channel (it's a bird-watching diary, it is just videos of all the cool birds he's seen). His most popular, the club room (or something in that vein), is just him and his weird group of friends meeting up to fuck around for half an hour and talk about shows, movies, music and clothes they like and dislike for 20mins or so. Finally, he has a channel just for him to talk about those things in more detail.
Robin's channel is all about space, space facts, sci-fi etc. He will also sometimes do drunken videos where he debunks people's dumb conspiracies, and as he has an interest in prehistoric history, will film himself going to prehistoric sites and giving some commentary.
The Captain is a university professor who's infamous on his campus for going off on long rants during his lectures. He keeps getting complaints and Kitty casually suggests he starts a channel and rants there instead. He reluctantly gives in. He gets popular of course, and goes on from ranting about just about history/historians to everything. 
People can't work out if he's gay or just a very determined ally until like, five years down the line when his fiance Pat walks in during a charity livestream to give him a cuppa.
Mary wouldn't have a channel but would be the cameraman/editor for some of the gang, Fanny wouldn't have a channel either, nor Humphrey (who's always running late and rarely makes it to the club sessions in time, but in return shows up on Kitty’s channel a fair bit to talk books). 
Disgraced former MP Julian Fawcett would absolutely not be allowed to have a channel or appear on anyone's channel. He has to sit behind the camera at every club meeting and talk quietly, much to his chagrin. 
Now, Alison and Mike. Either Mike would have a series of abandoned channels, or it'd be the ghost thing. I made a post a year or two back about them having a ghost hunter channel where they go around supposedly haunted places to see if they’re actually haunted with Alison being the annoyed ghost seer and Mike the enthusiastic believer, and yeah. I think it'd be kinda funny if this was just, casually something they both did, that in this otherwise normal world ghosts are canonically real, and that the Coopers bumped into the others while on a tour of an ‘abandoned haunted house’ that is actually just the manor that Pat and the others film their ghost meetings in.
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hiighborg · 6 months
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More unfinished comics and thangs from my canvas’ with a shit ton of layers of different drawings,,,
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daydreamerwonderkid · 6 months
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I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.
I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.
But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.
I'll take this shit:
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Over this shit:
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Any. Fucking. Day.
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leverage-ot3 · 12 days
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kingkonoha · 1 month
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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄!
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🍔🍟 — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: there’s one thing GOJO won’t accept, and it’s bad customer service. he’ll just have to fuck the attitude right out of the rude cashier.
🍔🍟 — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY || MDNI — semi-public, unprotected & hate sex, creampie, orgasm denial, brief spanking, sweet & degrading nicknames, manhandling, dumbification, oral, fem! reader.
🍔🍟 — 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3K
🍔🍟 — 𝐚/𝐧: mdni template guide by @/kithsune. the reader does NOT work at mcdonald’s. screw mcdonald’s.
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When Satoru Gojo stepped through the double doors of his favorite 24-hour fast-food restaurant — the door chiming to alert any potential workers of his presence — he wasn’t greeted.
That was the first red flag.
Truth be told, he wasn’t so entitled that he would expect to be greeted whenever he entered a place where customer service was expected, as most times, the employees were too busy preparing burgers and fries or wiping off greasy tables covered in spilled soda with nothing but a wet rag and an insane amount of patience.
But, it wasn’t the lunchtime rush hour. It was 1:35 A.M., and as he approached the counter, he saw only one employee, who wasn’t doing anything at all, aside from glaring at him.
As a busy man, Satoru wasn’t one to spend his precious time standing over a hot stove.
While he could cook, and his food was edible at the very least, his busy, career-driven lifestyle as an overworked individual meant that he had to rely on convenient fast food and styrofoam cups of chicken-flavored ramen more than he was willing to admit.
And, because of that, you recognized that white-haired man instantly.
Frequent visitor.
Always came in at the worst hours imaginable.
Liked to change up his order constantly as well, making it impossible to have his food prepared before his arrival.
“You again?” Frowning at the customer, you leaned over the counter, placing your elbow on the cold, gray countertop as your chin rested in the palm of your hand. “Did anyone ever teach you how to cook?”
“Did anyone ever teach you how to have manners?” Satoru shot back, his hands in his pockets as he halted his footsteps.
Those beautiful blue eyes of his scanned the big menu board above you, searching for the perfect hour-past-midnight combo.
Truth be told, he wasn’t taking a long time to order. Not any longer than most customers take, at least. But, even so, you rhythmically tapped your nails against the counter, sighing heavily with impatience.
“Something wrong?” Satoru darted his eyes down to you — the sluggish cashier.
“Can you just hurry up and order, please? I already gotta go cook whatever you want by myself without any help, so stop wasting my time.”
Satoru laughed, and you frowned.
What exactly did that lousy bastard find so funny?
“No wonder you’re not afraid to talk to me like that. And to dress out of dress code. There’s no one around to discipline you, huh?”
“Shut up,” rising from the counter, your frown only deepened, and his smile only widened. “Even if my boss was here, he wouldn’t care. Besides, the skirt is a part of the dress code, now just hurry up and order some-”
“But it’s not supposed to be pulled up that high, is it?”
Instead of responding, you grabbed your cup off of the counter, sipping on your favorite drink through the red, plastic straw as you glared at the aggravating customer.
“Are you gonna order or not?” You eventually questioned, your eyes glistening with annoyance.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Smirking, he pulled his black wallet out of his pocket. “I’ll have the number one with a coke.”
Silently, you pressed a few buttons on the POS system computer screen in front of you.
“$20.78.”
“That’s not right,” Satoru paused. “Way too high.”
“Well, I put it in correctly, so I don’t know what you want me to do about it. Can’t afford it?”
For a moment, Satoru simply stared at you. His facial expression was impossible to read.
Suddenly, he walked away from the counter, went through the black door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, and was standing right behind you in only a handful of seconds.
“What-” Stammering, you looked back at the tall man hovering behind you, who stared the computer screen. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re not supposed to come back here.”
“And you’re not supposed to overcharge a customer, right?” Satoru’s body was only a few inches away from yours, close enough for you to smell him. Feel his body heat. “Let me take a look at it.”
No flippant remark was fired back. How surprising.
You couldn’t see his face once you turned to look at the white screen displaying his incorrectly rung-up order, but you could feel his cocky smirk as he pressed a few buttons on your screen.
“Here’s the problem, baby.” He said. “You rang up my order twice without realizing it. Is pressing a few buttons too difficult for you? Hm?”
Folding your arms across your chest, you refused to answer that smirking son-of-a-bitch.
“No answer? Oh, c’mon.” Suddenly, Satoru closed the space between your bodies, completely pressing himself against your backside. “You were running your mouth earlier. Why so shy now? Not so bold when there isn’t a counter separating us, are you?”
You gulped. And you gulped because that annoying customer’s hard bulge was pressed right against your ass and back, and — god — as much as you would like to slap him across the face, you found yourself slickly pushing back against him instead, just to feel it through your skirt a little more.
Your own desperation was embarrassing for you, but it couldn’t be helped. Not when he was so close.
“Oh, I see,” Reaching around you, Satoru’s large hand suddenly cupped your jaw, and he pulled your head up and to the side until you were looking at him.
“So you don’t wanna talk, you don’t wanna take my order, but you wanna try and grind yourself against me? I had a feeling you were nothing more than a little slut, and it looks like I was right.”
Before you could respond — not that you would have, as you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction — Satoru leaned down a bit and smashed his lips against yours.
You sharply inhaled, gasping in shock, and he smiled against your lips before deepening the kiss.
With his large hand cupping your jaw, keeping your head in place, he shoved his tongue into your wet mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of you.
Feeling your tongue swirl around his as if you could keep up with the sloppy way he dominated your mouth was both cute and amusing to him.
He kissed you deeply like this so you would forever remember the taste of him. So you would never forget the feeling of his tongue rubbing against yours.
And when he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your previously connected lips, Satoru suddenly gripped your waist from behind, lifted you a bit, and placed you across the counter.
You were lying on your stomach with your ass exposed to him, and the entire scene was exposed for any potential customer who walked in to witness.
“What the hell are you thinking?” You glanced around, double-checking that the restaurant was empty. “Someone could walk in and catch us, you idiot.”
“Think that makes it pretty exciting, doesn’t it? Maybe they’ll enjoy a show.”
He wasn’t worried. Worst case scenario, he’d have to ask his friend in the government, Suguru Geto, to work some magic for him.
Satoru ran his hands over the back of your soft thighs. Then, he fondled your ass, raising your skirt and pulling down your underwear.
He gave your ass a quick spank, laughing when you yelped a bit.
“You know what I think?” He paused, running his fingers across the glistening lips of your pussy. “I think you’re overworked, aren’t you, baby? Pretty girls like you become all bitter and angry when they have to work so much because then they have no time to get fucked properly. Isn’t that right?”
Suddenly, Satoru bit his bottom lip and shoved two of his fingers inside your aching hole.
“This pussy’s pretty tight, sweetheart. Seems like I was right.” Pumping his long fingers in and out of you at a steady, quick pace, he said, “Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ll make sure you get a good fucking.”
Muffled moans and the sound of cars speeding down the road in the distance filled the silence. Satoru, however, didn’t appreciate your attempts at quieting the beautiful noises he was eliciting from you.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Satoru ordered.
You removed your hand, which was previously covering your mouth. Placing both arms behind your back, Satoru held on tightly to your wrists with one hand and continued to curl his fingers up inside of your pussy with the other.
“There we go,” he said with a teasing tone. “I’ve had to listen to you run your mouth. Now let me hear you moan.”
“Oh my god,” you breathlessly moaned. “Shit . . .”
He was right. It had been far too long since anyone had touched you, and even then, it wasn’t as pleasurable as it was right now.
He moved his fingers with great skill. As you arrived closer and closer to your approaching orgasm — made obvious by the way you started to squirm — Satoru pumped his fingers faster and faster.
Just when you were about cum, he yanked them out of your clenching hole.
“Why-Why’d you stop?” You groaned in frustration. “Keep going.”
“No. I don’t want you cumming on my fingers. I want you to cum in my mouth.” With a smirk — although you couldn’t see his face — Satoru raised his fingers to his lips and licked them, sampling a taste of what he would soon devour.
“You’re an asshole,” you swore. Satoru only laughed in response.
He then got down on his knees, getting in the perfect position to eat you out from behind, releasing your wrists so he could use both of his hands to spread your pussy lips apart. “You ready? Don’t hold back, okay?”
Feeling Satoru’s tongue against your clit resulted in a gasp of shock erupting from your throat, followed by a lengthy moan.
He didn’t eat you out like a gentleman, either.
He licked, sucked, and slurped at you like a starving man.
He swirled his tongue around your clit, pausing only to suck on it. He pushed his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it.
Your combined moans were a beautiful sound he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. His moans in particular added a bit of vibration as he ate your pussy.
Satoru gripped your ass cheeks with his hands, massaging them. The sheer force of his lips and tongue working against your sensitive pussy made your body rock back and forth across the counter.
Damn him.
“Ah!” You moaned sharply. “Oh my – oh my god . . .”
The pleasure was indescribable.
He knew exactly how to work his tongue, and the magic that came with having your clit licked at and sucked on had you squirming your arms around, gripping the edge of the counter, trying to find anything to hold on to.
You accidentally knocked your drink off of the counter and onto the floor. It splattered, ice and soda spilling everywhere, but at the same time, your cum was starting to spill onto Satoru’s tongue.
That was all that mattered.
He smacked your ass once again as he felt you start to flood his mouth.
God, you tasted amazing. Better than the food he originally came into the fast-food restaurant to eat.
If he could, he would have eaten you out over and over again. Made you cum onto his tongue over and over again. One orgasm for every customer you mistreated.
But he was in a hurry, truthfully not wanting to push his luck when it came to having privacy.
And, at this point, his clothed dick was painfully hard.
Satoru rose to his feet.
Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over, your back against the counter this time.
Leaning over slightly, he placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing them. It was undoubtedly his favorite body part of yours.
His eyes darted down to the red framed name tag above your right breast.
“Y/N, huh? Cute name.”
Satoru unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.
Lining the tip of his lengthy cock up with your hole, he said, “it’s nice to officially meet you. My name’s Satoru. Make sure you moan it for me, okay?”
Satoru started to fill you up perfectly. His rhythmic thrusts, quick, yet steady pace — it all made beautiful moans flutter from between your lips without a second thought.
You were no longer worried about getting caught. With every thrust, you found yourself unable to focus on anything that wasn’t related to being fucked by your annoying customer.
“Ah, Satoru,” you moaned and whimpered.
He gripped your hips, his blue eyes flickering between your pretty, fucked out face and your bouncing boobs.
He increased his speed — god, he wanted to cum so badly. Desperately.
His desire to fill you up resulted in him holding onto the plush of your hips a bit tighter, slamming in and out of you a bit faster.
Skin slapped against skin. His balls bounced off of your ass.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it, baby. Just lie there and take it for me. Take it.”
He leaned over. His mouth hovered above your ear, thrusts never slowing, and he whispered, “my pretty girl can’t think about anything other than this dick, hm? All you know how to do is cum and moan, is that right?”
With a low moan of his own, Satoru slowly licked your left ear. Removing one of his hands from your hips, he gripped your right tit, slowly gliding his thumb over your hard, clothed nipple. Those perfect lips of his detached from your ear only to trail wet kisses down your neck. His index finger flicked at your nipple rapidly.
“Shit, I can’t wait to cum inside of you.” Satoru hooked his hand under your knee, pushing your leg back towards your chest, which made you feel his cock even deeper than before.
“Satoru . . . gonna cum again,” your pathetic warning was followed by a whine.
“Ah . . .” Beads of sweat pooled across Satoru’s forehead. “So close, I’m so close, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-”
Your tight pussy was milking his cock like you were both put on this earth for the sole purpose of fucking one another.
With a loud moan, Satoru’s steady thrusts staggered in rhythm, and he shot his big load inside of you. Never had he come so much — he was almost embarrassed by it, stuffing your hole so sinfully.
But then, your pussy clenched around him, and your second orgasm crashed upon you like an enormous wave, overwhelming your senses until you couldn’t do anything except moan, cum, and feel Satoru’s dick throb and spurt out his semen inside of you.
You were both breathless. Happily fucked out.
But as Satoru pulled you off of the counter, the lustful gaze within his blue eyes told you that he wasn’t finished with you yet.
“Get on your knees.”
How obedient you were, following his orders by dropping down on the black and white tiled floor. He could hardly believe you were the same woman who had the nerve to be snappy with him earlier. The same woman who purposely wouldn’t give condiments to annoying restaurant regulars.
When you opened your mouth without him telling you to, looking up at him with pleading eyes, his cock throbbed painfully.
“You’re such a good girl,” Satoru grinned, pumping his cock with his fist.
“Hurry,” you whined impatiently.
Satoru gripped the back of your head. He shoved his dick in your mouth.
Instantly, he started to thrust his dick down your throat, bucking his hips yet again as he had done several times throughout the night.
“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to keep you waiting so long,” he spoke sarcastically and breathlessly, tossing his head back. “I know how many times you’ve kept me waiting for my orders as a customer. Doesn’t feel so good, does it, sweetheart? To be kept waiting?”
With a moan, Satoru gripped your hair even tighter than before. Your warm and wet mouth was working wonders on his dick. He already dreaded the moment in which he’d have to stop face fucking you.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he closed his eyes in pure bliss. “I’m gonna cum again already.”
Spit dribbled out from the sides of your mouth. Your hands held onto his thighs. The big vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against your tongue as he moaned louder, thrusts growing sloppy.
His sweet and warm cum flooded your mouth.
“Swallow it. Fucking swallow it, baby. There you go.” Breathing unevenly as he came, he held your head still, not daring to take his cock out of your mouth until you swallowed every last drop. “That mouth was meant for swallowing my cum, not talking back to me. You understand me?”
You hummed around his cock in response. The vibrating sensation made his dick twitch, spurting out the last bit of his cum down your throat.
Satoru removed his dick from your mouth, but he only gave you a second to breathe, because suddenly, he leaned down and he replaced his cock with his tongue.
Still gripping your hair, he kissed you sloppily — filthily — creating a mixture of your combined spit and the remnants of his cum you hadn’t yet completely swallowed. The customer moaned just to show you how much he was enjoying the taste of your mouth. How he cherished the mess you were both making.
Eventually, Satoru pulled his tongue out of your mouth, ending the kiss with a quick bite at your bottom lip.
Like a gentleman, he helped you off of the floor.
You both started to put back on your removed clothing items or straighten out what had gotten disheveled.
“Are you still hungry?” You asked rather shyly, running your hands down your skirt, smoothing it out.
With a small laugh, Satoru said, “Oh, that’s right. I almost forgot about the food.”
You washed up with low-quality soap and water as best as you could. The raggedy soap dispensers could surely use an upgrade.
Then, you made your way into the kitchen, preparing Satoru’s order as he waited patiently.
You gave him his hot bag of food with a soft smile.
Opening it, he saw plenty of napkins and condiments.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Grabbing the bag and his drink, he winked at you before he started walking away from the very counter he just finished fucking you across. “I’ll see you later, alright?”
“Okay,” your sad mumble — which was from the fact that he was leaving already — had quickly changed as you started to realize something. “Wait! You forgot to pay!”
Satoru wholeheartedly ignored you. Stepping through the exit doors, which dinged as he opened them, he left the fast-food restaurant and got into his car. Pulling out his phone, the man set a reminder to wipe tonight’s surveillance camera footage in the morning.
It was rather fortunate that he owned the restaurant.
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♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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kayleerowena · 8 months
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this barbie refuses to die!
🫀 tip jar 🫀 patreon 🫀
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