basketball practice isn’t helping either so k1ll me 😭🔫
(I know yall kinda forgot i exist but that alr) im working on a few projects right now, so ill see if i can catch up on them, but with my English essays and science assignments pushing em to the brink of extinction, I’m really debating on wether or not I’m going to fisnihs them, or stay on this app because idk 🤷♀️
me and my dad went to a plastic surgeon to set up an appointment, and get my thumb looked at; and THE DOCTOR WAS ABSOLUTELY ‘GIRL DINNER’ BRO HE WAS SO FINE DANGNSKSMKDEMD
plus, PLUS, they were playing Golden from Kpop Demon Hunters on the speakers in the building 😭 like could the place get any better?!
But the receptionist were bitches, sooooo…. 👁️👁️ *side eye*
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
if you mix redd white and bluecorp together like paint you’d get a light purple or pink depending on ratios. we’re just not on his level. we never will be.
why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck
did you know that seven is the only single diget intiger that has two syllables?
Also, and number beyond that that has a seven in it will have one more syllable than a number that doesn’t (i.e. 15 has two syllables but 17 has three)
chris had came home from a long day of runs. he walked inside the room he was tired, but the problem in his pants didn't seem it was leaving soon. that's how you ended up underneath him. face down ass up, he softly rutted into your soft walls feeling then suck him in deeper. you wanted him to plow you not some soft shit.
"are you in yet chris?" you asked your voice lacing with attitude. you were trying to get him annoyed, to get under his skin, to get him mad. "excuse me?" chris spoke. chris thought this had to be some joke his dick had you crying even screaming but now you were questioning him if he was even inside?
"i asked if you're in yet babe" you tried again. you were doing this on purpose it was obvious, but chris couldn't help but let it get under his skin. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. he flipped you over quickly and plowed into you. an audible gasp escaped your mouth.
he didn't even let you adjust as he started thrusting rough and fast. "am i in yet?" he asked mocking your question from earlier. your eyes rolled back as your back arched taking him in deeper "i asked a fucking question y/n" he grabbed your jaw forcefully not enough to hurt but enough to keep you in place.
"mhm y-yes chris" you felt yourself reaching your high quickly. "that's what i fucking thought. haah f-fuck don't ever ask a question like again" he said as he noticed the tiny bulge on your stomach he pressed down on it. "ya feel me ma? so fucking deep in this dirty pussy"
"uh huh" you moaned loudly as you reached your high "mh please chris m'wanna c-cum baby" you said. the bed creeks as the headboard hits the wall repeatedly over and over again. "y'wanna cum for me ma? go ahead cum all over m'cock." he said as he plowed faster reaching his high. you tightened around him "fffuck you got it mama, that's my good girlll" you were in for a longg night.
y'all I didn't reread this cause i really dgaf that much but yolo!! first blurb kind of nervous 😖😖 y'all this suck icl (especially the ending wtf) but practice makes perfect!! 😋
What’s better than a jealous, possessive Simon? Nothing. Get ready for all the drama and dirty you didn’t even know you needed.
cw: jealousy, possessiveness, explicit language, rough sex, dirty talk... MDNI
You didn’t mean anything by it.
Really, you didn’t. Just a harmless laugh at some half-assed joke from one of the new guys on base. He was nervous, awkward, trying to find his footing among a team full of people who didn’t blink twice before throwing themselves into the line of fire.
So you were being nice. You smiled. You touched his arm when he said something funny. You laughed—not even your real laugh, just the polite one. The one that lets people think they’re charming even when they’re not.
But Ghost saw it.
He was halfway across the room, but he saw the way you leaned in, the way your lips curved, the way you let your hand rest on that guy’s forearm just a second too long. His jaw clenched, his arms crossed.
You saw it out of the corner of your eye and figured he was just being his usual silent, broody self. But the look he gave you? That wasn’t just disapproval. That was something else...
You forgot about it after a while. Finished the briefing and headed back to your room. You got halfway through pulling your shirt off when there was a knock—no, a thud—at your door.
You barely had time to register it before the door swung open.
He didn’t wait for permission. Didn’t ask. He just stepped in, shut the door behind him, and locked it.
“Something you need, Lieutenant?” you asked, arching a brow, still standing in your half-unbuttoned pants.
He didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, jaw tight behind the mask, chest rising with slow, controlled breaths. Then he walked toward you, calm and quiet, like he had all the time in the world.
You blinked. “Ghost—”
His gloved hand came up, grabbed your chin—not rough, but firm enough to shut you up.
“You like makin’ other men laugh?” he said low, his voice rough and close.
You swallowed. “It wasn’t like that.”
“No?” He tilted your face toward his. “Could’ve fooled me. Thought I was watchin’ my girl giggle like some fuckin’ schoolgirl over a guy who couldn’t make you come even if you spelled it out for him.”
You snorted nervously, trying to keep it light. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”
He leaned in until his mask brushed your cheek. “Next time you flirt,” he growled, “I’ll put a leash on you.”
Your breath caught, and that’s all it took.
He grabbed the waistband of your pants and yanked them down in one smooth motion, spinning you around and pressing you up against the wall. His hand was at the back of your neck, pushing you forward until your cheek was flat against the cold surface.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the sound got caught in your throat when you felt him behind you—already hard, already pressing into you through his gear.
“Ghost—”
“Simon,” he corrected. “You’re gonna say my name when I fuck the brat out of you.”
His hand slid between your legs, rough gloves against bare skin, and you gasped when he touched you—no teasing, no buildup, just dirty, possessive fingers sliding right through your slick, like he’d expected it.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he murmured, voice darker now, lower. “Drippin’ for me while you’re out there laughin’ at other men’s bullshit. You think they could make you feel like this? Think he’d know what to do with a needy little thing like you?”
You whined when he pressed harder, after yanking off his gloves and sliding two fingers inside, curling them deep, rubbing against that spot that made your knees weak.
“Answer me.”
“N-no, he wouldn’t,” you breathed out, already shaking.
“That’s right.” He pulled back just long enough to undo his belt, shove his pants down, and drag your hips back against him. “You’re mine. Been mine. Just forgot for a second. S’right—I’ll remind you.”
You moaned when he pushed in, when his cock stretched you open without warning, just thick, hard, possessive pressure that made you arch your back and grab at the wall for something to hold on to.
He groaned behind you, one hand fisting in your hair, the other wrapped tight around your throat. “Fuckin’ tight,” he muttered. “Can feel how wet you are—fuck, bet you were thinkin’ about me when he made you laugh. Bet you were hopin’ I’d get like this. Mean. Messy. Jealous.”
You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t breathe past the way he was fucking into you, deep and rough, hips slamming into yours with every thrust like he wanted to fuck the memory of that other guy right out of your body.
“Let me catch you lookin’ at someone else again,” he said, teeth at your shoulder, biting down hard enough to bruise. “I’ll make sure they know who you belong to. I’ll fuck you in front of him if I have to. Let him watch you come on my cock while you scream my fuckin’ name.”
“Simon—fuck—”
“Yeah, that’s it. Say it again.”
“Simon—please—”
“Please what?” he snarled, snapping his hips harder, angrier, dragging every inch of him out slow before slamming back in like he needed to ruin you.
“Please don’t stop,” you gasped, fingers scrambling at the wall, legs shaking.
“Wasn’t planning on it. Not until you learn your fuckin’ lesson.”
He reached around, rubbed your clit in tight, messy circles, just enough to send you spiraling. You came with a cry, body locking up, trembling around him, and he didn’t stop—not even when your legs gave out. He held you up, kept fucking into you with punishing pace, chasing his own release like he had something to prove.
“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned, voice ragged now. “I’ll fuck you so full you’ll be leaking for hours—so every step you take reminds you who fucked you stupid.”
You whined, barely able to keep upright, and with one last thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, filthy growl, his hips jerking against you as he emptied inside.
He didn’t pull out. He just stayed there, chest heaving, hands still on your hips, like he couldn’t let go.
After a long pause, he leaned in and said, right against your ear:
“Do it again, and I’ll make sure the whole base hears what you sound like when you’re mine.”
i’m gonna lock you in my basement and force you to write more of these, they’re to good. i’m actually about to chain you to my bed, ily so much this is amazing
“You’re such a good girl, darling.” The words echoing in your ear as he pressed you against a tree, thrusting into you, his tip brushing your cervex
“I-I thought I was su-supposed to-mhmm-fuck-…” His hands gripping your sides, hips slamming into yours.
“Supposed to what, love?” Lips locking onto the skin on your neck, teeth, licking before he bit down, sucking slowly.
“Be getting f-firewood-oh god!” His teeth skinning the nose of your neck like a poisoned knife, all the way up to your earlobe, tongue flicking out like a lizard .
“I don’t think that’s happening.” His smirk large and cocky, eyes dark with lust as his right hand came down, fingers rubbing your clit faster than earlier damn
“Peter, c-can’t do it anymore, s’to m-much!” Your voice breaking as his balls come in contact with your ass, his length stretching you out to the point where you see stars.
“Just a little longer, love, can you do that for me?” He asked, titling his head at you as his thrust turned into relentless pounding, his nails digging into your flesh with suck force, he left marks.
“Can’t, I’m sorry!” The tears flowing, your heart racing, sweat pricking and dripping as you were pastel rose gold, panting like you just ran a race of fucking that was terrible
You came all over him, stomach clenching, insides fluttering with evil little butterflies as he cooed and said; “could the poor little thing not handle it? Well, that’s a shame. Guess you’ll learn to adapt quicker, won’t you? Once you gather your firewood, my hut.” He growled, thrusting one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of you.
What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose