fuck all of you who decide to stay neutral. fuck all of you who decide to stay silent. fuck all of you who are not educating yourself about what is happening right now. fuck every celebrity that posted a notes app screenshot of empty words. fuck bbc and nbc and joe biden and the u.s and britain and nearly every western country and media outlet. fuck israel and zionists and privileged white liberals turning a blind eye. fuck all of you. israel bombed a hospital and hundreds if not thousands are dead and a father had to carry the PIECES of his sons in plastic bags because they were blown to bits. a resting place for journalists has now turned into a morgue. every day people are being killed and it’s being DOCUMENTED and you still wanna be silent and neutral and say this doesn’t involve you. your lack of humanity is vile and horrid and i hope you never know one moment of happiness the rest of your life.
The rest of Sonic Movie 3: This dark and powerful hedgehog with a traumatic past named Shadow is destroying everything we love as revenge, and we must work together to stop him!
“hm?” satoru hums absently, nipping along your chest, skin still slightly damp from your night swim. he’s half on top of you, his wide shoulders dwarfing your smaller frame as you lay back on the deck of the yacht. “do what, buttercup?”
“this—ah—” you sigh, fingers entangling in his soft hair while he eagerly sucks at one of your breasts. his white locks are tinted purple from the neon lights in the pool. “this whole thing. the private jet, the house, this yacht. why?”
his private jet, his house in the hamptons, his yacht. this was an unplanned getaway, just on a whim when satoru felt like taking you away. he had a million and one things waiting for him at work, much more pressing matters than which bikini he wanted you in today (the baby blue one). an entire staff of people at the house and yacht for just two….
satoru smirks against your skin, fingers teasing along your barely covered pussy. the faint scent of chlorine and the sea clings to your soft skin and he greedily inhales like one of your gourmand fragrances. “why? cause i fucking can, that’s why. now lemme concentrate here.”
and as much as you want to snort a snide reply—take his ego down just a fucking notch, it dies on your tongue when a long finger slides your bikini aside and the cool night breeze kisses your slick cunt. satoru snickers at this, resisting the urge to coo and tease you for being as perverted as you claim he is. because while you were so adamant on not doing anything where the staff can walk in on, your pussy was dripping for him right now.
the entire crew on the yacht can come onto the deck and watch him fuck his girlfriend for all satoru cares. ramming his thick cock into your tight cunt as you unravel and moan like the slut you are—until you’re babbling and whining his name over and over and over.
they can watch him fill you up with his cum and hear you beg for more—becoming an alluring siren before their very eyes. maybe he wants others to see just why he’d drop everything just to have you under the stars.