#little coffee shop

[mysticalstar30]

Instagram photo worthy 🫶🏻☕️💕

[recny]

jacob anderson #1 lesdaughter enthusiast confirmed

[shepscapades]

Posted to Twitter for the first time in 5 years /silly DSFGNFGB So here’s my atttempt at a more finished piece, inspired by Doc’s newest episode :D

Actually recorded a short timelapse for this one too, so that’s below the cut :D

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: danielapardor

[solhunder]

Inktober Day 11: "Snacks"

Tucker had been such a trooper with the grittier parts of their road trip that Sam decided to treat him with some fancy drive-thru coffee. And, of course, a pup cup for the little guy.

[8x06eddie]

you ever read a fic so good you almost want to print it out on some letter sized paper and just go to town with a highlighter

[positivelyadhd]

reminder that making time for your friends, even when you're tried and socialising feels overwhelming is important to do every so often. it's especially important to do this actually.

time alone can be good, for a time, but humans are social creatures and we need to talk to people, there's nothing wrong with that!!

sometimes the more time you spend alone the more your brain will tell you to stay alone. that's not true, you're allowed to (and should!!) see people that are important to you. sometimes that alone can be surprisingly healing.

[galactichoneybee92]

Not to sound like a boomer on main, because I love my phone- I do. But I really miss the day when I could hang out in public without having to hear everyone else's phones. I don't care if there are babies crying (because babies cry sometimes) or if other people are having conversations (because that's what people come to cafes and such to do) but hearing tinny little phone sounds blasting out loud out of their speakers drives me insane. I'm only in my 30's, why are you making me complain about how things were "back in my day" like I'm 80? Public phone noise is prematurely aging me. Send help.

[slushyseals]

You see her standing next to you at the coffee shop, glancing around after placing her order when she realizes she's a few cents short.

[liones-s]

there’s a coffee shop with a hidden drawer where people leave their thoughts and hearts

[saradiation]

Can’t draw one without the other so here’s a customer Dave to go with my last barista Karkat drawing 🫡❤️

[midnitecafe]

[kissingghouls]

Ok so here’s the thing: I don’t care for pumpkin spice. When I go to the coffee shop I don’t order pumpkin spice. I don’t hang out in the coffee shop and tell other people they can’t have pumpkin spice.

You don’t get to take my coffee shop away from me just because people like to order different things. You’re not required to let them order for you. You can sit at a separate table from someone enjoying pumpkin spice without knocking their drink into their lap. You can have pumpkin spice friends and not share their drinks. It’s coffee. It’s not life or death. It’s supposed to be a treat.

If you don’t like that flavor, you can have a different flavor. You can go to a different coffee shop entirely, but don’t be surprised when there’s some form of pumpkin spice there too. You still don’t have to order it.

Label your drinks. Don’t sip from cups that aren’t for you.

[becca-e-barnes]

There's just something about CEO Bucky being a secret Sub that's really appealing to me tonight

Your heels hardly make any sound at all as you cross the carpeted hotel room floor, letting the door click shut behind you.

"It's good to see you. It's been too long." You're only half listening to the man in front of you, choosing instead to find a spot for your bag and fix your hair after the short walk up the street to the hotel.

"It's been far too long." You agree, turning to face him. Fuck, he looks good. His crisp, white shirt has the top button undone, his tie draped over the back of the chair. His black dress trousers look quite uncomfortable now but you don't dwell on it. He won't be wearing them too much longer anyway.

His hair is sitting perfectly and he's clearly shaved earlier that morning. He looks fucking fantastic but as much as you need to feel some control over him, you need to start with having control over yourself.

You take a second to lean over and give him a gentle kiss, your lips barely brushing his. It's gentle and tender but saturated in barely restrained lust.

It's hard not to let this devolve; to let his hands wander over your body, to let your tongue glide against his and your fingers curl in the short hair at the top of his neck. You're hungry for him and you know he shares your desperation but a when you've waited this long, what's a few more minutes?

"You look beautiful." He smiles, his eyes darting from your lips, back up to meet your eyes again. He's so gentle with you; so wonderfully considerate of your needs and desires. He always has been but tonight, you know he needs the release you're going to offer him.

You stand up, shrugging your long coat off, laying it carefully on the chair off to the side of the bed, leaving you in only a dark leather set and your heels.

"Jesus Christ." You hear him whisper and if that didn't make you feel powerful, the weight of flogger in your hand that you slipped out of your bag certainly does.

"I want you..." You begin, crossing the space once again, marvelling in the entirety of that statement. "To take all this off. And then I want you to get on your knees for me. Can you do that?"

It's nice to make a man like this feel small, knowing that's what he wants too. His head nods excitedly, his fingers busy undoing the buttons of his shirt while you cup his stiffening cock through his trousers.

"Good." You're practically purring, heat blossoming between your legs at the eagerness of this brilliant, intelligent, capable man to hand his ability to think over to you.

Once he's naked, he places himself neatly on his knees on the carpet and you enjoy wrapping his own tie around his head, securing it over his eyes.

His cock juts beautifully out from his body, erect and begging for attention that neither of you want to give it just yet.

"Now." You tease, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed beside him, guiding his face to your spread thighs. "I want you to put that pretty mouth to good use. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes." He whispers between kisses to the soft insides of your thighs and you know in his head he's waxing poetic about the heat of your skin under his lips.

The tips of the flogger trail up his back, gently tickling his skin before you flick your wrist and make them strike his back.

"Talk isn't what I'm looking for." You remind him, your fingers in his hair guiding his head to your cunt.

He laps eagerly, moaning pathetically at the taste of your arousal, flicking your clit and sliding his tongue into your entrance like this is all he's ever needed.

"Traffic light safe word system." You remind him, trailing the tips of the flogger up his back again. "Or just don't disappoint me and we won't need to use it."

[scribblin-spider]

horrific . ancient old guys spirited away to mundane modern setting. 398 dead 1082 injured

[imthursdaysyme]

arthur trying to order coffee when he knows nothing about coffee and thinks it’s gross but there’s a cute barista