#lovin jesus

[todosomospuraflordevento]

Is so sad see how people is sensitive, they don't like to listen the true, they hate to be ignored, they block of all ways who doesn't they thought don't need in theirs life's. They are crazy.

People know how to be amazing and how to be awful at the same way, they judge, they punish each other, they break rules, they are not honest, they are awful and bad, they are happy and say, they are truly madly crazies and thought that you are.

We need empathy, we need truly life...

We need be very human like Jesus was.

All people are sensitive too much, need to be stronger, don't break relaciationchips just because of something that was against of them opinion, them way of though, them way of living the life and behavior.

Stop all guys seeing bad news, being positives, being greatifuls, learn how to do friendship, learn how to be comprehensive, how to be patient, how to be lovely, learn how to live please, because of that way you going to be a living died person.

[muyru-iru]

Beloved gingers

young little shit- no wait, Obi Wan Kenobi during civil war....posin'

Cal (Jesus- wtf) Cestis having a heartwarming moment with BD:

[batxmasisrjuice]

Poor Adam can't catch a break

[fragileizywriting]

dl adrien should wear this tag when marinette gives him his first ever bj a-la-succubus

[fictionallyinparadise]

Confronting the horrors that are in the universe with Pierce, holding hands as we descend into unreality and defy ancient Eldritch Beings is great and all but like also making out in the entrance of that one secret passage way and leaving the others to wait until we are "presentable"? Fuckin perfect

[little-bunny-in-space]

HHNGGNHGGNGHNGGHGHN GROWLS

inventing gender since 1972

[humofnight]

gets on Instagram for five minutes at end of day to message friend - learns about two Certified Doomscroll incidents in quick succession. closes Instagram.

[eddieschains]

I Was Made For Lovin’ You!!! i really just want eddie to get some good sloppy head and him lose his mind

i’m salivating 😵‍💫

TW// 18+, oral (m receiving), spit, cum swapping?? let me know if i missed anything!!

There weren’t many things you loved more than having Eddie’s cock inside of your mouth. You loved the way you were able to feel every ridge, every vein, and every twitch with the tip of your tongue. It was addicting. And Eddie was the last person who was gonna complain.

Most of the time, it came out of no where. You would be sitting next to him and catch a glimpse of his bulge in his jeans, and you just had to taste him.

Your favorite was in the car. While he’s driving. Listening to those pretty sounds he elicits from his throat while he tries not to swerve off the road. It never really worked.

“Fuuuck, baby. God, you’re gonna get us killed if you keep going that.” He chuckles as he fists your hair in his hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel while he tries to maintain his composure.

“Wouldn’t wanna go out any other way.” You smirk up at him, pumping his hard cock in your hand before spitting on it.

His hips buck up at the feeling, just as you sink your mouth on him again. Moving your mouth up and down, twisting your hand around the excess as your tongue swirls the tip every time you reach it again.

Your saliva is pouring out the corners of your mouth and spilling along his dick, pooling around his pelvis, as his legs start to shake.

You look up at him, noticing his mouth is wide open and his arms start convulsing as well. Before you know it, he’s pulling over on the side of the road, now using both of his hands to fist your hair and guide you down his pulsing member.

He thrusts up into your mouth at the same time, a string of moans leaving his before you finally taste the salty liquid invade your taste buds.

Eddie’s head is thrown back as he keeps a tight grip around your hair whilst you continue to suck him until he can’t control his own movements.

You finally remove yourself from his lap, wiping the excess cum off your mouth and sucking it off your fingers with a smirk.

“Jesus christ, you’re something else.” You both chuckle breathlessly as he leans in to kiss you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. “I’ll never get tired of that shit.”

[goosita]

Ahhhh Thank u so much for writing my request ab Billy dealing w stress!!!! U made my night I fr was kicking my hair and giggling like there was no tomorrow. U & ur writing are everything and more fr <333

Another idea just occurred to me…what would Billy like you to wear? Take this as you will, but I can see him losing his mind over off the shoulder frilly things…maybe….

clawing at the carpet and biting the drywall tbh bc he so would like lace and ruffles make this man fall to his knees !!

i think there’s really two ways this could go. billy has moods, yk?

on the one hand, he thinks you look beautiful in anything you put on. but he has a particular fondness for the days when you meet him out in the meadow, blouse tucked into a well-fitted pair of pants and your riding boots. it means he gets to haul you up onto his horse without the fear of muddying or accidentally tearing any of your pretty skirts or dresses.

he also likes it because he can tell you’re so comfortable in it. the way you move, the way you’re so much less careful. billy can get you seated nice and comfy, your back to his chest and his arms around you as you ride through the tall grass or weave through trees in the woods. he likes the way this particular type of outfit makes you less self-conscious, and makes you feel more free to have fun with him���❤️

on the other hand, this darling man will lose his ever lovin’ mind if you appear before him in soft laces and frills. you’re already always so soft compared to him, when you sit perched on his bed in a little lacy nightgown that barely brushes the tops of your thighs; one that only just falls over your hips. billy is at your mercy and you both know it. his eyes wouldn’t know where to look first, to your shoulders where the delicate ruffles slip down? to your chest, framed so beautifully by the dainty fabric? or to your legs, so neatly folded atop his blankets?

he’d be on you in an instant, laying you back and crowding into your space. billy is a rough man— but not with you. not with his precious angel. his lips are already skimming your throat by the time your head is cushioned by his pillow, his hips slotting between your eagerly spread thighs.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, almost purring against your skin. his teeth nibble at your skin and it makes you giggle; his favorite sound in the world. you can feel his smile before you see it, when he lifts his head and gazes down at you with the most charming and boyish grin. he adores you, and tells you as much before he’s dipping his head back down to smother you in slick, eager kisses that make your head spin.

billy takes his time working you up, littering your body with lovebites and feeling the way you writhe beneath him. it’s not long before he has you gasping his name, pulling at his hair and begging him for things that used to make you blush, things that you used to be too shy to say in front of him. you aren’t shy anymore, though. you know billy will always give you anything you ask for.

your hands reach down to pull your little nightie off, and he growls softly, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning them above your head.

“leave it on, baby. please? for me?”

yeah. yeah, he likes you in anything, but soft frills may be his favorite.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Long day- matt Sturniolo

Summary: You had a long day at work and matt gives you some lovin to help with your long day :)

Warnings: SMUT, P in V, parsing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, use of Y/N, Dirty talking, Degradation, aftercare!

A/N: I LOVE SWEET MATT!! ITS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! ignore the song, i couldn’t find one so since he knows sm about bags

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Today has genuinely been the worst and longest day of my life. I’ve worked front desk at a salon for the last year and a half now, i had people coming in asking me about what to do for their hair type, karen’s complaining about their hair, just overall horrible, im just the front desk lady for right now i cant really tell these fucking people what to do, make a damn appointment. Matt and I have been together for 3 years, and have been dating to the public for a year and a half, when i graduated cosmetology school. thankfully after this cursed wednesday evening i was on my way to Matt and i’s house that we also share with his triplet brothers. i pull into the driveway and make my way to the door and unlocking it.

“Baby?” i yell walking up the steps.

“he’s been in his room playing video games streaming for like 4 hours” nick says shooting me a quick smile before looking back at his phone.

i knock softly on the door “jesus christ im streaming guys” matt slams his head set down on his table and opens the door “Wha- oh my god Y/N i’m so sorry i thought it was one of them” he says quickly changing his tone giving me a soft peck on the lips.

“it’s fine” i breath out giving him a smile walking into his room.

“tell the stream Hi, baby” he pulls my hand into frame making me force a smile onto my face.

“hi everyone” i awkwardly wave to his camera watching the chat go absolutely crazy when i entered.

“okay well i’m gonna end this cause the mother of my future kids just got here” he says making a smile appear on my face.

he ends the stream and turns around facing me almost analyzing me.

“why do you keep looking at me like that?” i roll my eyes and make my way to our shared closet pulling out a pair of his sweats and a T shirt of his.

he walks towards me leaning against the door frame “all of your clothes in that closet and you still choose to wear mine, but to answer your question you seem off” he says softening his tone.

“i’m fucking fine matt, damn, all on my ass for nothing” i groan out pushing him out of my way and falling on the bed scrolling on my phone.

“umm okay” he huffs sitting down next to me on the bed “so how was work?” he says breaking the silence of tiktok playing in the background.

i groan “it was long i guess” i place my phone on the bedside table and turn towards him.

“you guess?” he questions giving me a soft smile.

“find it was so dreadful, answering calls from people who can look up these answers on google, and oh my god i had this karen come in and” i laugh softly “and she literally accidentally tried this hair mask and fried half her hair and blamed it on me, knowing i’m just the front desk representative, then on top of all of that this lady yelled at me for eating carrots at the front desk” i say while he’s staring at me passionately listening to everything i have to say.

“did you say anything to that lady who yelled at you?” he asked while looking in my eyes as passionately as he can.

“my manager heard her yelling at me calling me ‘unprofessional and rude’ and ended up almost calling the cops on her for causing a disturbance” i smile back at him.

“well it sounds like to me you need a little distraction from your long day at work eh?” he smirks leaning into me as i playfully roll my eyes and lean into him crashing his lips onto mine smiling into his kiss.

he softly places his hand on my cheek pointing his tongue out a little begging to explore my mouth, i slightly open my mouth as his tongue dives into my mouth immediately taking dominance from my tongue and intertwining with mine. his hand travels from my cheek to my breast giving my bare breast a gentle squeeze causing a soft whimper to escape my lips. his hand travels down to my waist and toying with the waistband of my his sweatpants.

“can i?” matt pulls away and softly asks me.

i smile and playfully roll my eyes “yes matt you can”

he carefully crawls on top of me tapping my waist as a signal to lift my hips up. he pulls my pink lacy underwear and pants down together in one throwing them on the other side of the room.

“such a pretty pussy” he says softly running his slim fingers in between my wet folds collecting my arousal onto his fingers “and so wet” he smirks back up at me.

“matt” i drag his name out in a whine, “please don’t tease me” i stare desperately into his eyes through my eyelashes.

“Only because you asked so nicely my love” he smiles at me leaning down and starts placing mouth kisses directly into my clit flicking upwards with his tongue.

“Oh fuck Matt” I moan out placing my hand on top of his head and pulling at his hair causing him to grunt through my pussy sending vibrations through me.

“You like this hm?” he smiles and shoves his fingers into my hole curving them slightly upward and making me go absolutely insane.

“Yes!” I chant repeatedly.

My walls tighten around his fingers and my clit spasms between his teeth. “Someone’s close eh?” he smirks leaning his head upwards while moving his fingers in and out while reaching my sensitive clit with his thumb making figure 8 movements around my bud.

“S-so close Matt” I cry out arching my back off the bed and rolling my eyes back.

“Uh-huh? You close?” he taunts smiling at me and immediately thrusts his fingers into me touching my G-spot so easily.

“YES- FUCK MATT” My hips twitched upwards “FUCK I'M GONNA CUM” I scream out bucking my hips up.

“Come on baby, cum for me” his voice softens looking down at me coming unglued from just his fingers with amusement in his eyes.

With just his words, the knot in my stomach broke and cum dripped down from me and onto his fingers.

He lightly tapped my leg “I ain't done with you just yet, sweetheart” he said smirking at me.

“Matt I don't know if I can take another one..” I said out of breath still coming down from my very intense orgasm.

“You know your safe word, Y/N,” he says ripping his shirt off. “And you never have to be afraid of using it, I'll stop immediately you know this.” he pulls his sweatpants and boxers off in one freeing his hard cock and slapping his stomach.

he crawls over me placing my legs on either side of his hips and slowly agonizing using his tip to slide through my wet folds teasing me.

“Matt,” i whine “please fuck me”

“Patience sweet girl, patience” he smiles at me slapping his cock on my clit and making me jerk upwards and squeal.

He slowly puts his tip into me then removes it and slowly enters it again and removes it before roughly bottoming out into me gripping the headboard for support making his knuckles white.

“Oh Matt” i moan out.

He rolls his hips deeper into me smirking down at me “You like this hm? God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, and taking it so fucking well” he groans out.

My legs wrap around his waist forcing his body to get deeper each time he pushes himself into me making my eyes roll back into my head causing me to see starts, My moans become hoarse from the strain on my voice.

“Aww has my gorgeous whore gone dumb? Can't talk? What happened to all that attitude you had earlier?” he grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Uh huh, uh huh” i bite my lower lip and nodding vigorously.

“Words or I stop” he thrusts his hips deeper into me and maintains his violent thrusts.

“YES MATT FUCK- RIGHT FUCKIN THERE” I finally answer him with a strain in my voice.

My response only made him thrust into me deeper and faster. My cervix spasms around his cock signaling how close i am making a long groan exit from his lips. “Hold it”

He rolls his hips and pounds his hips into mine “Matt” I drag out his name with a moan.

“Come on, you got it” he nods his head continuing to thrust and abuse my cervix.

“S-so f-fucking close” I whisper scream out.

“Cum” he buries his head into my neck moving his hips in a way that kisses my cervix making me release all over his cock creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His thrusts become sloppier as he releases into me painting my once pink walls a nice white color and slowly pulling out watching a mixture of his cum and mine slowly fall from my hole.

He vaults to his bathroom quickly so no one catches a glimpse of him or me in our naked state to grabs a warm cloth and slowly runs it down my legs cleaning him and me up before lying next to me placing my head on his chest.

“I'm sorry for the attitude I had earlier, I just had a rough day and shouldn't have taken it out on you,” I say “Thank you for lighting my mood up” I smile facing the TV drawing small circles on his stomach.

“Hey don't worry about it, we all got bad days baby, I'm just glad you're good now, that's all that matters to me” he softly says running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp and falling fast asleep in Matts arms.

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A/N Pt 2: HEY LOVES!! Sorry I haven't been so active in trying to recover from being violently hungover for the last 2 days LMFAOO… I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! i promise ill be active more!!

[semperamans]

wait hold on... because imagine having a big ole crush on someone n'this crush is just crushin' your feelings :( they just don't reciprocate and you're such a lovey girl :( but they don't care about the smell of your perfume n'the fact that you wore that new pretty dress for them :( but johnny does n'johnny is your everything so you go to him all watery eyed and sniffly and he knows just what you need :( knows you need some lovin' so pushes himself back from his desk, spreads his legs n'pats his thigh for you to come take a seat :'( "my pretty girl, what's goin' on, mm? you tell johnny what's botherin' you, baby." :'(((( you sit on his lap and fiddle with the collar of his shirt as you explain that this person just doesn't like you the way you like them and your feelings are so hurt :( "just wanna be loved on," you whine, nuzzling your face into his neck. the scratch of his beard feels so good on your cheeks :( "these young kids are all over the place, y'know?" johnny says, fingers trailing the length of your spine. "what y'need is someone who knows how to do you right, y'know? knows how to take care of ya." but ugh :( you just have so much love to give and no one to give it to and you're getting antsy, squrimin' in his lap :( "look at me, peach. c'mon." and jesus christ :( your little nose and cheeks are all pink from rubbin' on him and johnny's eyes soften and he's cuppin' your face and bumpin' his nose into yours. "want johnny t'take care of ya? mm? wanna give your lovin' to me?"

[missredherring]

No Solo Riders

Dieter Bravo x Fat F!Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.1k

Contents: fluff. allusion to drug use.

Summary: The ride operator calls out, the music explodes, and the world falls away around you.

A/N: This is for the Summer Lovin' '24 event! This is a silly little thing but I love the idea. Thank you to @pegito @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy for setting this up. <3

Lovely moodboard by @pedgito.

Not beta read; all mistakes are my own.

You might have to get new friends, you think, as they pair off to get in line for the Zipper. They’re close together, heads bent over a phone, oblivious to the problem they left you with. Jesus, they didn’t even offer to do rock-paper-scissors or for one of them to come back and ride with you. Did they just assume you were over the weight limit? No, issues with weight limits and fitting into seats never even occurs to them. 

Knowing this doesn’t make it sting any less.

“No Solo Riders” the sign says in big bold letters. The sign is dirty and half covered in graffiti, but there’s no missing it. It’s probably for safety and weight distribution which is important when you’re being spun around in a metal cage. At least it's posted at the beginning of the line so you don't have to endure the embarrassment of the operator yelling for volunteers to ride with you.

More people pass by to enter the line, and you resign yourself to waiting, your mood souring as you wonder if they’ll just rush past you on their way to the next ride.

“You wanna do it with me?” A voice asks at your elbow. Being propositioned was not on your list of possibilities tonight and all you can do is stare at the man who’s standing next to you now.

He’s tall and broad enough to block out some of the neon lights behind him. How far into your own head were you that you didn’t notice him coming up to you? That’s just unsafe.

He has a big nose and pouty pink lips beneath it surrounded by salt and pepper facial hair that hints at being groomed at some point. It’s wild and patchy across a nice jaw and you immediately want to scratch along the line until your fingers meet at the point of his chin. His hair is just as chaotic with wild brown curls haloing his distracting face. 

He dips his head to look at you over his sunglasses, his thumb jerking towards the sign and showing off the collection of bracelets around a thick wrist. You don’t even care why he’s wearing sunglasses at night. It completes his casual outfit of a threadbare t-shirt and lounge pants. Like he’d just rolled off the couch and decided to come to the carnival because why not?

Holy shit, he’s hot.

“Yea- yes! That’d be great, thanks.” 

“Amazing.” he says and waits for you to join the line before following behind you, stuffing his hands in his pockets and slouching a little against the metal barrier.

In between rounds of people screaming as they're tossed around he tells you his name is Dieter.

As the line moves you try for small talk, but the only response you get is a mumbled declaration about something “kicking in” before he goes quiet, entranced by the flashing lights of the ride. 

Maybe he’s afraid of heights and trying to get better with some immersion therapy? If so, the Zipper is an extreme choice. You leave him to it, not wanting to make his fears worse with good intentions and end up at the front of the line.

The gate opens and you’re ushered into the car, Dieter is squishing in next to you, and suddenly he's touching everywhere from your calf to your shoulder.

It would be nice if the hot humid air of the night wasn't making everything sticky. 

The operator swings the door closed and the lap bar pushes uncomfortably into your stomach, but it latches and you relax all the muscles you’d been clenching. 

“Oh, shit. Ok.” he says, his voice a little shaky as the car tips back and forward just from the little momentum of moving up so the next car can be filled. 

He looks green when you study his face, even after the lights change color from green to blue to red. 

Your thigh is pinched between the lap bar and the side of the car so you press back to move the skin, sending the car rocking and he makes a noise and grabs for purchase.

“Is it ok if I hold your hand?” 

You don’t bother answering, just offer him your hand and he takes it, squeezing hard already. His other hand is already on the padded bars attached to the door. You mirror him and adjust his sweaty hand in your for a better grip. 

The ride operator calls out, the music explodes, and the world falls away around you.

Outside of the car it just looks like they’re swinging back and forwards, but inside it feels like your stomach is trying to escape via your throat. 

Adrenaline spikes and you can’t stop your eyes from squeezing shut when a wave of dizziness washes over you as you spin and spin and spin. 

Dieter is screaming next to you, and you hope it’s in delight and not terror. You feel more movement from him and squint over to see him actually moving out of his seat, the lap bar that stopped at your stomach allowing him more wiggle room. 

You feel it too: the second your ass lifts off the seat and thuds back down. It startles a yell out of you and Dieter answers with a yell of his own. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve made so much noise; always keeping quiet, keeping to yourself to be out of the way when you unintentionally take up so much space in the world. It’s a giddy feeling and you let it bubble out and keep going: screaming with all the air your lungs can pull in while you flip around.

His hold on your hand is getting sweaty and you’re sure you’ll have marks from where his nails are digging in, but it’s all a blur and it’s over after a few exhilarating moments. 

The door is opened and you stumbled out on shaky legs. Dieter blindly leads you away, only dropping your hand to brace on his knees when he bends over, gasping like he’s trying not to throw up. 

“Can you hold my hair back?” He groans out. His hair doesn’t even come down past his ears, but there’s some curls sticking to his forehead and maybe it’s too much after the ride.

You only hesitate for a moment before swiping his hair back until the curls start to spring free. God, why is his hair so soft? It’s unfair and you can’t stop the small motion of your fingers to feel more of it.

He sighs and breathes deeply in through his nose and out of his mouth. At this angle his dark eyes sparkle with the carnival lights as he looks at you over his sunglasses, like you’re holding his heart instead of his hair. 

Dieter brings up his other hand, his closed fist catching on his pant’s pocket, to show you a wad of crumpled tickets. 

“Wanna see how many times we can flip?”

[nymph-psychology]

♡ some tender lovin' care ♡

maybe having rough edges wasn't so bad when someone can smooth them out

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pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!fat!reader

cw: fatphobia, simon is emotionally constipated, reader uses she/her, female described body, third person, use of y/n, slight angst, reader has an australian accent cuz i can

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simon "ghost" riley in all his life had never thought he would be able to live a somewhat civilian life whilst on leave. it wasn't his choice, of course. his sleep was usually haunted by memories and nightmares he kept locked away, running wild in his brain accompanied by the noise from gunfire and trying not to die.

so, it was to his surprise that during one of his longer deployments ー it was four long gruelling months ー someone had moved into the apartment next to his in some shitty complex in a shitty part of england. granted, he wasn't surprised by a new neighbour ー people moved in and out of this place a lot ー but surprised by who.

he caught glimpses of her. passing by her in the hall or in the foyer getting his mail allowed him to quickly piece together what kind of character she was. one, she's from australia from hearing her speak on the phone whilst she brought more of her pack boxes in, seemingly talking to an overbearing mother.

two, she was sarcastic, witty and a bit pessimistic, often giving passive-aggressive responses or being snarky to the old man, who constantly complained about any noise even though he was almost deaf. he wouldn't admit it out loud, but seeing her do that was a highlight of his day and reminded him and johnny's banter.

though, despite the slow-growing affection for this woman over a couple of weeks of leave he was granted, he didn't know her name. . . and was nervous to talk to her. yes, the feared lieutenant ghost was nervous about talking to his pretty neighbour. listen, simon wasn't one to talk to people unless he needed to, much less flirt with someone.

jesus, he couldn't even remember the last time he flirted with someone intentionally. he may or may not be a bit dense when it comes to romance, which is weird considering he can easily read people. but c'est la vie. so you could imagine how panicked he was when his pretty and soft neighbour knocked on his door at some wack-ass hour of the night.

why? because she was making anzac cookies for the neighbouring apartments and had no sugar. his brain felt fuzzy but in a good way. . . somehow, as she rumbled his ear nervously ー fidgeting with the container she brought with her. her voice was soothing, like a cool summer breeze on a blistering day and as much as he would like to listen to it, he realised that his bulking figure and the time of night might be putting her on edge.

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"i'm [ y/n ], by the way."

". . . simon."

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[wilwheaton]

Phillips continued his bid for Ackman’s support in a Monday appearance on Twitter spaces with Ackman, Elon Musk and tech notable Jason Calacanis.

Dean Phillips ‘Gimme Some Lovin’ Campaign Hits Silicon Valley

Dean Phillips is a dipshit loser who won’t be president, and he has the attention of these garbage men, which should tell you everything you need to know about him.

But what caught my eye here was Calacanis, who I see has become something of a lapdog for Elon Musk, desperately, pathetically, hoping that he can pick up one or two crumbs that Musk drops on the floor.

I knew Jason Calacanis in the early 2000s, and worked for him for about a year. I figured out real quick that he was a gross tech bro who lied the way most people breathe, a total sociopath. But I never would have predicted that he would be such a Quisling for Musk, or so completely comfortable hanging out with the Nazis at the core of the Musk fanbase.

What a fucking loser, fawning to that fascist piece of shit. Jesus Christ, Jason. Have some self respect.

“Tech notable”. Ha. “Predatory Capitalist who bought established networks and websites, ran them into the ground, sold them off and pocketed incredible amounts of money, leaving all of us who did the work and built the brands out in the cold with little to no warning or meaningful severance,” is more accurate. And he did it over and over and over. He’s not a tech genius. He’s not an innovator. He’s not a creator. He’s a predatory venture capitalist, and that’s it.

He thinks he’s a larval Elon Musk, and he doesn’t realize the most he’ll ever be is the dollar store knock-off toy version of an Elon Musk action figure with mismatched hands.

I really hope that Calacanis’s despicable behavior for decades catches up to him. He’s a really bad guy.

[butterphii]

"Besties"

TW: Friends to lovers, kissing/making out, bulge/thigh riding, dry humping, didn't know they were dating, pet names (but in a more friendly way), praise

This was for the Roll-A-Trope Writing Challenge hosted by @burntheedges! Thank you so much for letting me join!

-------------------Joel Miller---------------------

You and Joel had been best friends for years. You did everything with him. You were always together. That's why it didn't surprise you when rumors spread around town about you two dating. What did surprise you, though, was that you wouldn't be mad if you were dating.

"Did you know people are saying we're t'gether?" You turned, talking to Joel when he was sitting at your dining room table. He nearly spit out his whiskey. "What?" He laughed, loud and gruff. You loved his laugh.

You walked over to the table, bottle of hard lemonade in hand. "I know, right?" You said. "I wouldn't be mad if we were, though.." You very quietly mumbled to yourself when he looked back down, laughing.

"I can't believe people are actually thinking that, I mean like..it's just that we spend every minute of almost every day together and are the bestest friends ever.." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and laughing at you. "Oh, fuck off!" You threw a balled up napkin at him before breaking out into laughter yourself.

"Fuck, ohmygod, I love you, baby." Joel chuckled, catching his breath. "Jesus Christ, love ya too, Joe." You wheezed. "I mean, y'know, it would make sense if we were, right? Like..maybe we should pretend to, like a prank to people." He said before finishing off his drink. "What was that? You in love w'me Joel fuckin' Miller?" You stared into his eyes, sipping your drink.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You lovin' me now?" Joel asked back, trying to cover up his embarrassment, hinting to you he really did want to try with you. "Ohh, so you DO want to date me!!" You yelled at him, howling into a fit of giggles. "Maybe I fuckin' am! You're basically my 'platonic' wife! You wouldn't be mad if I said yes, would..you?" He said loudly, but then quieting towards the end, questioning his words. "Honestly, no. I'd like to try with you, an' if it don't work, we can still be besties." You said, emphasizing the word "besties".

He quieted, his eyes making their way from your stomach to your chest, chest to your lips, lips to your eyes, and eyes back to your lips. His mouth parted, but he was stuttering to make out words. "Joel, can I kiss you?" You asked, looking down, then up at him. He nodded, you walking around to his side of the table and straddling his lap.

You kissed Joel's lips delicately at first, little pecks at a time, until his tongue grazed your lower lip, begging for you to open. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing together in a solid rhythm when you felt his cock harden under you. You gasped when it twitched under the wetness soaking through your pants.

You moaned into your kiss, grinding your hips slowly. Joel groaned back, your hands roaming his graying curls and his on your lower back, reaching into your shirt. You started to speed up, your hips creating an amount of friction against his he groaned your name and praised you.

"Fuck, you're doing so good..oh my god.." He groaned into your lower lip, your forehead resting on his. "M' gonna cum..i's comin', oh, fuck.." He moaned into your chin, staring down at you both working to pleasure one another. His words seemed to connect you to him, watching him cum and feeling the warmth of his seed soak through his pants and warn up your pussy made you feel like you were going to burst if you didn't release.

"Joel, oh fuck, I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off before you screamed into his shoulder. His name dropped out of your mouth a million times before you were both too tired to do anything, just panting on each other's shoulders.

"I love you, Joe." You whispered to him. "I love you too, baby." He panted, slithering his face into the crook of your neck to kiss it, you giggling.

[gayerthanevertbh]

the start | i want you pt. 1

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way - both of you just don’t know how to word it out properly.

warnings: sex against the wall, dirty talking, daddy kink, and slight angst - minors dni

notes: THERE WAS NO FLOOOOOORRRR

“Tasha, ‘M gonna–”

“Bunny, keep your voice down.” Her words were muffled, and her hips moved in hushed tones. My hand was pressed against the wall while my other gripped her shoulder tightly, terrified of hurting her. But I couldn't help myself; she was fucking me fast and hard.

These were tense and maneuvering times. When the woman of your dreams decides to take you against the wall in your father's beloved home, you never know what to expect. It felt risky, even naughty because I had never imagined being fucked by my father's best friend. That's right, my father's best friend. Of course, she was much older than me, nearly twice my age. But neither of us cared, not in the least. Plus, she enjoys my cunt. She once told me that no one else could fuck me because my hole was too big for everyone else and too small for her. I enjoyed every minute of our "conversation."

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” she grunts into my neck while holding my hips hard against the wall, rutting herself into me. “You’re so wet and tight around my fat cock. You’re lovin’ this, aren’t ya, sweet girl?”

“Tash–Oh my god!” My breathing becomes labored as the air becomes thicker. I bit my lower lip hard and felt my eyes roll back in my head. Her dick was massive. It couldn't possibly fit inside me, but who doesn't enjoy a good challenge? “R-Right there, Daddy, give me all of you…”

"You make me want to cum soon," she says raggedly, thrusting upwards into my cunt faster, our skin deliciously slapping against each other. “Oh fuck, I don’t think I can last long.”

"Almost there, Tasha," I grumbled. Natasha sloppily kisses my lips and rubs her thumb furiously against my clit to catch my orgasm with her. “W-Wait, stop! It’s too much–”

"Clench on my dick, baby," she begs, her voice higher pitched than usual. I knew she wouldn't stop pushing into me. She needed to put her cum in me before my father found me in her room, or she'd have a stiff appendage all day without my father noticing. “That’s it–Ugh… god, you feel so good. I want to get you full, maybe even carry my baby. That’s such an arousing idea, don’t you think, little one?”

“Daddy, I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

She pushes me up against the wall, kissing my chest with pure desire. Her growling can be heard against my skin. Meaningless to say, she is being possessive with me. I spread my legs wider and allowed her to force her cock inside me until my juices coated her entire length. I twitch as I hear our skin slap, and my walls tighten around her dick, even more, cumming around her shaft without her permission.

"Oh god, baby!" she shivers as she clutches me close to her body, still thrusting her dick inside me with such desperation roaring from her. Her cock was trapped between my walls, unable to escape completely. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re taking me in so well… look at your pretty puffy pussy. All for me to abuse.”

We both kiss again before a bright voice knocks on our door, making me tilt my head because I already knew who was behind that red door. It was my father who was calling us for lunch.

“Nat? It’s time for lunch! I can’t find Y/n anywhere. Is she with you?” I looked at Natasha with horror and started to scramble away from her, but she held me between her legs and covered my mouth with her calloused hand – unable to speak.

What was she doing?! Trying to get me in trouble?!

Slowly but surely, she starts thrusting into me again with a mischievous grin and sweat forming in her temples. "Dare to make a sound, and I'll punish you later; we don't want that, right?" Natasha whispered in my ear. I shook my head vigorously, unable to respond to her. “Good girl, just keep yourself tight for me.”

“Nat? You there?”

She thrusts me hard, causing me to scream into her hand. "I'm not sure where she is, Steve. Have you looked in the backyard? She’s probably there, studying.”

She slowly pulled herself out and pushed her length back into me, unconcerned about my pleasure. She buries her face in my neck and keeps rutting herself in my cunt, grunting quietly as if it's a secret. Her hands wander through my camisole tank top, pinching my nipples as soon as they appear, and she harshly whispers to me, "Gonna cum in you, okay?" Going to fill you up to the brim, little girl.”

"OK, thank you," I say as I hear my father's voice outside the door. “Please come down soon. I roasted us some steak!” Natasha removed her hand from my lips and kissed me hard - poorly - as soon as he was gone. She didn't stop pounding me up against the wall, nor did she stop holding my hips down to meet her thrusts. I screamed into her mouth as I felt her exploding inside me, knowing that her loads were pretty thick, which meant it would fill my stomach - as if I wasn't starved for lunch any longer.

“Ugh, that’s it…” she murmurs into my skin, still thrusting inside me but at a slower pace. “God, take my cum in you, baby… you know you can only take my cum.”

She pulls out and slips her dick back into her pants, affectionately kissing my collarbone. We didn't have much time for aftercare, so I quickly drew up my pinkish shorts and slowly opened the door, looking left and right to see if my father was nearby. I felt my buttocks being smacked before I took a step outside. When I turned around, Natasha gave me a look that revealed her stiff appendage through those jeans.

And just like that, we were content.

“So,” my father prompts his elbows against the clothed table while Natasha is eating beside me. “Are you going on a date with James?”

James Bucky Barnes. He had been one of my oldest friends since we moved to Greece; I was relieved to make friends here because I wasn't social. But he was, and that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At first, the stares and conversations were pure and innocent. Until last month, before Natasha arrived at our house, we kissed. At first, I mistook it for a magical spark like in fairy tale books. But when Natasha and I started talking, it was more than that. It was magical, but the fairy tale books were much darker than they appeared. Natasha kissed my lips as she held me in her lap, asking if we should stop and reconsider what we had done. But I never gave her a proper response and kept kissing her, hoping my taste would linger on her tongue.

I could feel Natasha stare at me, and I felt myself shrinking in my seat.

“W-Why would you assume that?” I asked quietly.

He shrugs, giving me an approving smile that I don’t necessarily need. “I thought you two liked each other.”

“I’m sure Bucky doesn’t like me that way,” I said, hoping he wouldn't ask about him again as I ate Natasha's tomato soup. The woman next to me was staring, but not in a creepy way. Not even in an amusing way. She just sits there and… stares.

I was going to have a long night.

“Who’s Bucky?” she finally asks. Although, I couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed in me. “Is he your friend from school?”

“Actually, he’s my neighbor.”

Natasha stares at me again and nods, looking back at her plate as she chomps down her steak. Steve looks at her for a few seconds before finishing his glass of wine, smiling at me as he stands up.

“I do hope you bring Bucky here again. He seems like a nice boy.”

"He is," I replied honestly. Bucky was, in fact, a gentleman. He has always put me first in any skeptical situation; he even brought my father a basket of fruit out of appreciation and politeness. He's not your typical neighborhood guy. He’s pretty different from that. He's stunning, but I'm not interested in him – and that makes me wonder every night before Natasha returns to my life again.

Natasha stood up without a word and returned to the kitchen, washing her plate. I did not see her that night, and I might’ve guessed she was envious of him. But who am I to think that way? I was probably not unique to her, nor will I ever be special to her.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I needed Bucky to be in my room. He soothed my panic attacks by assuring me that I was always safe with him. As a young child, I needed validation - even from my "friends," but no one seemed to give it to me, so I've always lacked love. But my father and Bucky gave me that love; they did it better than my mother. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door creak, which caused my head to turn, and I saw Natasha approaching in her pink shirt and white boxers.

“N-Nat?” I gurgled, rubbing my left eye. “What are you doing here?”

She shushes me with her lips pressing on my forehead as she removes the blanket on my body, tucking herself in with me. She brought my head to her chest and kept pecking my head, which made me feel sleepy and wanted. I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry.”

I hummed, nuzzling my head on her chest. “For what?”

“For ignoring you all night.”

She’s apologizing for being jealous?

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tasha.” I soothed, looking up at her chin as I tried to catch her attention – she caught my eye. “I thought you were jealous–”

She cuts me off with her deep, shrill voice. “I was,” she sighs, unable to speak for herself. “I don’t know what I was thinking, and I’m sorry. I guess I thought you were mine.”

As she confesses, my heartbeat quickens. Her presence made it difficult for me to breathe. I was embarrassed that my cheeks were warm and pinkish, but I didn't care. I wanted her to notice me - to see me. I could beg on my knees all day and let her stare at me, but I wouldn't mind. I desired to have her as well. I wanted all of her.

She holds me closer and kisses my nose, then on my lips. As we kissed each other, I felt her tongue slipping into my mouth – I could not move. She brought both hands down to my waist and language kissed me, moaning each time we made the sound of our kiss, which became sloppy. She felt maneuvered by me, lightened by my presence. I knew she had always told me what she felt whenever I was around.

“You’re so important to me,” she whispers, nipping the center of my neck. “I can’t see you with him, never. I-I’d die, Y/n. I’d fucking die.”

“Y-You won’t lose me,” I reassured her as I cupped her face. “Tash, you know I won’t ever slip away from you.”

We cuddled up in each other's arms that night. I was happy, wholly fulfilled that she was with me. As if in me. I could smell her thick smoky perfume and mint mouthwash on her breath. I begged in my mind, take me. Make me yours. I promise to be a saint to you. As long as you love me. But it could be impossible that she was in love with me, as I am in love with her.

I laid on her chest, cuddling her close.

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