#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

[reapersmarch]

okay I need to be sane and normal (real) about someone else so here is my infamous mc, miss avery "scarlett overkill" kingsley

lead singer for event horizon, which. imma be real, they are in essence an 80s cover band lol but in my mind and heart, it's canon that avery wrote crying over you about her break up with seven

aside from her voice, she's also known for her stage presence and charisma and, above all, the immense sex appeal she has as a shortstack rocker chick who works the stage and does the absolute Most when she is bangin out the tunes as it were. their most popular music video and also most popular song to close out with is lovin' every minute of it because it's just all raunch and she is HAMMING it up lol

off stage, she's fairly lowkey and the (reluctant) voice of reason. she's sort of grown apart from her friends as they're just. completely different people now. playing in the band is fun and she still likes them, but it's starting to feel like a friendship of convenience and they all kinda feel it. you're different at almost 30 than you were in high school, y'know?

she shares the spotlight evenly though, she just loves to sing. occasionally, she'll break out the guitar and play, but only on specific songs.

she is neck deep hard up for orion and wants him so bad it makes her look stupid. secret crush tho, even though it's fairly obvious.

[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.

[throughparisallthroughrome]

give you my lovin

pairing: modern!anakin x reader

warnings: panic attack, mentions of sex, pregnancy scare, anxiety, vomiting

word count: 2.3k

description: reader and anakin are childhood best friends, but what happens to the friendship when the consequences of a one night stand catch up to them?

A/N: This is really bad and I wrote this at 4am bc my new meds are giving me insomnia. Don’t even know where the idea came from. Definitely not proof read or good at all.

You weren’t sure how you got here. Nothing in the past few weeks made any sense.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white as you slowly lifted your head up and into the mirror. The bags under your eyes were heavy, the weight of your new reality settling in as you took another sharp breath.

You focused on your lungs, feeling as they filled with air and gently deflated as you breathed out. Your index finger tapped against the sink, your breathing becoming more unstable as you gathered your thoughts.

The alarm went off. Your eyes shot open. Fuck.

Positive.

“Y/N, wait up! Jesus.” Anakin rushed behind you, pulling your backpack into his as you tried to make it to your class on time. Your eyes instantly rolled.

“Anakin, come on-“

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you, you’ve been off ever since- well- you know.”

“Anakin, please!” You turned to face him, cupping your hands over his lips, pretending not to notice how his cheeks flushed under your touch, “Listen, I don’t have time for this. I’ve got a college tour later and-“

“Y/N, for fucks sake, you’ve been avoiding me for weeks!” He yells, ripping your hand off of his mouth as he pulls you into an empty classroom and slams the door. “I love you.”

“Anakin, I know, but-“

“Y/N, I fucking love you.” He steps closer, his hands shaking as his thumb grazes your cheek. The lump in your throat was suddenly much bigger, the pressure behind your eyes building, becoming almost unbearable.

“Anakin, please- Don’t do this. Don’t ruin what we have. That was a mistake- a lapse in judgment. Please-“

“Y/N, I can’t stand here and pretend like I haven’t been in love with you my entire fucking life. Every. Single. Day. Every holiday, every family gathering, every vacation, every birthday- fucking everything! It’s always been you. I can’t be your best friend anymore. I want- need more. And if you don’t feel the same way…” He trails off, stepping away as his arm falls to his side. His lip begins to bleed, his eyes reddening at the sight of you.

“Anakin, I’m so sorry, I-“

He rushes out the door and down the hallway in an instant. Your apology was all he needed to hear.

“Fuck… Fuck!” You rub your eyes on the sleeve of your sweater, picking up your discarded backpack from atop of a desk. Checking your watch, you swear to yourself once more. You were 10 minutes late.

When the door clicked open into your english class, all eyes were immediately on you. Your stomach dropped. You knew how you looked. Your mascara smudged, your sleeves wet, your hands shaky and your cheeks puffy. Except now, you were 20 minutes late.

“We’ll talk later.” Mrs- whatever her name was mumbles, not even giving you the satisfaction of eye contact.

You scurry between the metal atrocities your high school calls a desk, finding your seat as fast as you could.

“What the fuck!” Ahsoka whisper-shouts from next to you, noticing your blank slate of a face. “Wait, what the fuck?”

“Anakin and I aren’t friends anymore.”

“What. The. Fuck.”

“He’s in love with me.”

“Y/N-“

“Not now.” You turn away from her, pulling out your laptop and ignoring her dirty looks.

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“You had SEX with him?” Ahsoka shouts as you put your head into your hands from atop the picnic table.

“Jesus Christ, can you say it any fucking louder, Ahsoka!” You gently slap her arm, and her brows furrow as she slaps yours back, twice as hard of course.

“I thought you’d tell me when you lost your virginity, brat! And this happened a week ago!”

“He told me he loved me then, too.” You squeezed your eyes shut, begging for yourself to feel nothing.

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t-“

“Ahsoka, come on. It’s Anakin. It’s your brother. I just- wait- why are you making that face?” You stand up, crossing your arms as she avoids eye contact and slides against the trunk of the tree behind her.

“Listen, all I’m saying is that I’m not exactly surprised, is all. Anakin has always looked at you and cared for you a certain way-“

“That’s because he’s my best friend!”

“Y/N, be fucking for real. Come on. He has been head over heels for you since he was fucking 10.”

“Ahsoka,” You whine, throwing yourself onto the grass next to her.

“Y/N, I love you-“

“Not you too.”

“Shut up,” You grin as you roll over to face her, propping your head up on your elbow. “I genuinely don’t believe you when you say you don’t feel the same way.”

“Ahsoka, it doesn’t matter what I feel. We graduate in 4 months. It can’t happen. I’m not letting either of us hold each other back for something like that. We had a one night stand, and that’s as far as any romance between us should go.”

“You said should.” She raises a brow as you roll yours and scoff.

“Ahsoka, come on. You know what I mean. All I’m saying is that it’s not worth it. Anakin’s fucking amazing and gorgeous and perfect for me and yes- he’s everything I want. But I can’t do that. And he doesn’t need to know that.”

“Just don’t hurt yourself more than you should, Y/N. He’s always going to be a part of your life. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

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Positive.

Your hand went over your mouth as you choked back a sob, the pressure breaking as tears flowed down your cheeks. Your hands gripped the test, blinking in disbelief at the very clear second line.

“Y/N, come on! She’s almost here, what is taking so long!” Ahsoka shouts from outside the bathroom door, her footsteps approaching as you frantically throw the test into your backpack. The door opens.

“Are you crying- what’s going on?” Her arms come to your side as you throw yourself into her embrace.

“I’m sorry- I- I just got my period and I’m really emotional-“ You cries increase at your lie, letting yourself fall victim to Ahsoka’s soothing embrace.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay- things are okay. Are you sure you’re up to this dinner tonight? I know my Aunt Katie won’t mind if you miss-“

“No, Ahsoka, I’m going. It’s fine, I’m fine.” You pull away from her, turning your back and wiping your tears. “Let’s go.”

The steps creaked with every push of your doc martens against the spruce flooring. Anakin’s eyes shot towards the stairs from the kitchen, meeting yours. You watched his body tense, his brows furrow. Fuck. He knew something was up.

“Anakin, would you hold Grace?” Katie hands him the baby as her and Shmi begin to set the table. Your eyes soften.

Anakin smiles wide looking into Grace’s eyes, letting her reach up and grab his cheek, tracing her small fingers towards his nose. He blows raspberries into her face, laughing at her giggles and snorts. As he gently rocks her in one arm, he strategically reaches his arm into Katie’s baby bag to find a bottle. Fuck. It was kinda hot. But also- Fuck!

You sigh deeply, sitting on the bottom step and shamelessly never taking your eyes off of him. Your foot bounces, the knot in your stomach and the weight on your chest growing each time he smiles down at her. Your hands shake in your lap, your eyes unable to hold back the tears you so desperately wish wouldn’t fall. The dam breaks, slowly but surely, and a single tear makes it way down, scaling your cheek, down your chin, making its way to your neck. His eyes meet yours. Fuck. The knot in your stomach releases.

Before you think about it, you’re running out the front door and puking into Shmi’s azaelias. Your chest was heavier than before, the tears became a steady river along your cheeks as you coughed and leaned against the railing.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Anakin’s panicked voice meets your ears, his hand instantly on your back while his other pulls back your hair. You attempt to nod, but your body is weak and your legs collapse under you, the railing holding all of your body weight.

His hands instinctively meet your hips, guiding you to the porch swing while you sniffle and choke back another sob, as well as more puke. He bites his lip, his eyes scanning your shaky form. Your trembling hand finds itself reaching into his lap, interlocking with his own.

“Angel, talk to me. Please.” He mumbles, squeezing your hand as his eyes got redder.

You let all go- A new, different sob wracking through your body as you throw yourself into his arms. Your head rests against his bicep, staining his shirt with your mascara while you shiver and hiccup beneath him. He rubs circles into your back, mumbling that you’re safe and okay over and over again like a mantra he worshipped. You hear your mom poke her head out the door, feeling Anakin motion for her to leave.

There was no way out of this. Everyone knew. And you were crying in the arms of the man you love, pregnant with his child. You didn’t even get to celebrate getting into your dream school. You didn’t even graduate. In the span of 45 minutes, your entire life had changed. And you couldn’t hold that in any longer.

You sit up, facing his apprehensive eyes and taking both of his cold hands into your shaky ones.

“I’m pregnant.” You whisper, squeezing his hands as your lungs tighten.

He nods slowly at you, his lips upturning in a small, solemn smile. He says nothing, coming closer and placing a long kiss on your forehead before cradling your head against his chest once again.

“Angel, this is all going to be okay.”

“Anakin, I’m in love with you.” You mumble against his chest, your word vomit getting the best of you after literal vomit had already done it’s job.

“W-what?” He pulls away, holding your face in his hands as your tears pool in his palms. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes.” You whisper again, attempting to smile. “I have always loved you. I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Y/N, baby, come here.” Anakin pulls you back into him, “This is about you, okay? All about you. I want you to take as much time as you need.”

“Anakin, I got into Stanford today.” You whisper, confessing against his chest once again. His grip tightens.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbles, feeling his body shake above you as he attempts to conceal his tears in your hair.

“Anakin, I Just- I- Please don’t be mad.” You shake against him, refusing to let your eyes meet. “Please.”

“Y/N, there’s absolutely nothing you could say right now that would make me mad. I swear to fucking God. Nothing.”

“I-I think I want to keep it. Keep the baby, I mean. I don’t know why or what-“

“Shhh,” He pulls away, putting a finger up to your lips and smiling, “You don’t have to explain anything to me. If you want to have this baby, then we’ll be the best fucking parents we can be. I just want you to be happy, okay?”

You go to exhale in relief, but there’s nothing there. Your lungs are tight, your eyes slam shut, there’s nothing but the sound of your heartbeat as everything around you goes black. A familiar ringing sound fills your ears, just as you wipe your trembling hands against your jeans.

“Angel, Angel, Y/N, hey, come back to me, come back. Deep breaths, okay?”

As your eyes flutter open, the porch spins around you. Your hands grip Anakin tightly, your throat closing as you try to search your mind for something, anything.

“You’re safe. I got you. I’m not going anywhere. Everything is okay. In through your nose and out through your mouth, okay?” Anakin tried not to panic, he really did. He knew that was the last thing you needed. But watching the woman he loved for 8 years fall apart in front of him was like being stabbed repeatedly for eternity. It hurt.

“Ana-Anakin, Anakin- Please- I can’t-“ You choked out, whining against his chest as he rocked you in his arms.

“Squeeze me as hard as you need to, baby, I’m here. I’ll always be here. Let me take care of you, okay? This will be all okay. Do you trust me?” He whispered against your head, waiting for the signal he needed.

When you nodded against him, he carefully pulled away, helping you stand up and lifting you with ease into his arms. He walked off the porch, around the house, and into the basement door. As you entered his bedroom, the smell of Anakin instantly filled your senses. And so did the air in your lungs. As he laid you on his bed, the weight in your chest was released, your dizziness fading, and your nausea gone. He kicked off his shoes and laid next to you, pulling you back into his comforting embrace.

“I got you, Y/N. I’ll always keep you safe.” You closed your eyes and turned to face him, burying your head into his chest. You took a deep breath. Anakin.

“Anakin, what about you?” You mumble against his ruined shirt.

“What do you mean, angel?” He hummed against your head.

“You said it didn’t matter what you thought as long as I was happy. I don’t like that. You deserve to be happy too.” He pulls his head from atop of yours, looking down at you with a smile.

“Y/N, you make me happy. There’s nothing to worry about. I will take care of all of this.” You nod, biting your lip and leaning back against him.

“Ani, I want to do this with you. I want to be with you.” He instantly pulls away. You freeze, your eyes slowly meeting his as you look up at him.

“Yeah?” He says, his smile wide in a toothy grin.

“Yeah.”

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[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?”

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♡ 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.

with gruff 'yeah' passing his chapped lips, simon ducks back into his apartment, grabbing his sugar and handing it over. simon had never been so thankful that his poker face was strong as he felt an arrow go through his chest at her beaming smile. with that, she turned to go back to her place before turning back around.

"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.