these regina posts are doing something to me. making me wanna fuck the brattiness outta her too and i dont even know her
fuck the brattiness outta her 😵💫😵💫😵💫 the thing is she always acts like this but she starts learning if she acts out enough she’s gonna get the dick of her life. the deep cleaning kind of dick. gets hold down n forced to take it kind of dick and that’s the kind of shit she gets trained into craving
take her to the club and she’s dancing on you like you need to be danced on. some sexy little sway that’s easy to match and looks good to ppl watching you grind on the hottest girl at the club. when you get a drink in her she starts to loosen up just a bit, she’s still pretty strict but at least she lets you place a hand on her throat to get her closer to you. making sure you know you’re damn lucky to be touching on her like this—not just anyone gets a privilege like this
Also if Regina is still with Aaron she’s def getting mad at him and cheating with you. Over something stupid and petty too, really just any excuse she can to have you bend her over
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oh and you know i’m all over that shit. i pray to god everyday aaron fucks something up, double books one of his sports and stands her up, tells her he’s not so sure he should be dating during season, making some offhand comment that rubs regina the wrong way, whatever im not picky. i just love seeing her caller ID on my phone knowing she’s about to sneakily and sweetly “convince” me into making a dick appointment w her like it’s my idea
I love the PDA I just know your hands would be all over her ass when she’s walking you around the mall claiming it was special cause she just ditched her friends and it’s all worth it when you convince her to try on some tiny tiny skirt that she’d never wear, making fun on her and saying she looks like a slut only to fuck her in it when you’re home
oh you know me so well anon. my hands belong on her ass and i’ll tell her that too. pinching, swatting, smacking, pushing the cheeks together while i’m sliding my pussy juiced dick between them, whatever im not picky. i just wanna stick my hand down whatever she’s wearing and every time i try she gets a little attitude w me thats just so worth it. tells me im some animal. i just know gretchen and karen are talking about me, gossiping about how regina’s been so obsessed w me as her latest little project, how she’s fucking everything up with the group bcos of me, how she’s letting me run wild like some untamable ape. meanwhile we’re browsing the mall and i’m trying to lead her into some dark spaces. i complain a big game, making sure she knows id much rather being doing something alone, until she brings me into that little boutique where i see sizes i never knew were possible. candy floss for panties and tube tops that couldnt wrap around my wrist twice. and that perfect mini skirt… oh my heart sets on it. i give her some bullshit ultimatum if she doesn’t try it on for me and she’s gotta push me out of the dressing room by my chest when i try to follow her. calling herself a slut only means i’m saying that’s a plus, n she grins at me and says shut uppp. and then yank that thing up to her stomach and fold her knees to her ears when we get home
every time i watch mean girls i get this insane bout of lust targeted at regina george id let her cheat on me just to have her idc whatever it takes. idc she’s using me as a trophy for status, id do anything to hit
i see her on screen and i think wow she’s so me. also i wanna be inside her
she calls me weird and emo. if i’d just do x to my appearance id look so much better. she buys me things to make herself look good when i stand next to her. she makes self harm jokes constantly bcos it doesn’t matter to her if i ever actually did, just that i look like the type. tells me she can’t be seen going out with a freak so ive gotta make some changes. once she’s put me through the makeover washer/dryer routine and i look drop dead gorg in a conventional way is when she starts flaunting me for real. she talks about my “potential” and how she’s “invented me” and i don’t care what she’s saying to me bcos im thinking about what she looked like speared on my cock last night when i still looked grunge asf and she lovedd it. heat of the moment she’s all pink with effort n warmth telling me i look like a rockstar she used to have a poster of up in her room before she “grew out of it”
she tells me to take out all of my facial piercings. i tell her let me hit it raw. she glances at my mouth and i say “all of them?” and she shrugs all cute bcos “alrighttt the tongue piercing can stay if you just shut up once in a while” <33 and then we’re seen later when i’m slamming her up against those lockers all for a little friction
maybe the best thing i’ve ever read
Red Team
mechanic!simon riley headcanons
mechanic!simon riley who swore he fell in love with you the minute you walked in the shop, your eyes wide but your expression serious. his usual customers are on the older side and always men who are too insufficient to fix a car on their own, so you were the perfect change of pace.
mechanic!simon riley who knew as a woman you were highly likely to get ripped off by other mechanics, so he was glad you came to his shop. he makes sure to offer you water and some light snacks. he doesn't do that with his other customers, but you're an exception.
mechanic!simon riley who thought it was hot when you got straight to the point before he could even introduce himself. you already diagnosed your car before you came because like simon, you knew how you could get scammed in repair shops. you nodded when he asked if you knew a lot about cars and he replied with, "a woman after my own heart."
mechanic!simon riley who is already wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, but rolls up the sleeves to his shoulders so you could get a view of just how huge his biceps were. it doesn't help your temptation when you see that his tattoo sleeve in fact does continue up until his shoulder.
….guys she’s 5’8…and wearing heeled sneakers too…
literally biting my fist rn
me on days when i’m in the lab doing gruesome medical experiments on human subjects
Today is the only day you can reblog this.
Nothing quite like seeing this on my dash on both April 10th and October 4th
no more "steve rogers doesn't know modern technology." embrace "steve rogers has no fucking clue what's a realistic timeline for technological advancement is." this guy used a telegraph one day and a hologram the next. his first introduction to the present was tony stark. he's never lived in a world with an ethernet cable. he doesn't know what the fuck an ipod nano is. if you showed him something supposed to be a groundbreaking impressive invention he'd just be like "oh neat. regular future stuff. okay." steve rogers with the tech awareness of a gen alpha kid. if you showed him a cd rack he'd have to think about it.
I just need this Ghoap real quick in honor of the holiday
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Soap was prepared. He was dressed in his nicest t-shirt (only one or two holes from the washing machine!) and he’d combed his mohawk to perfection. He’d snuck the flowers onto base and kept the petals from getting bruised just like his ma taught him to do.
He immediately perked up as he walked into the common room, his eyes lighting up as they landed on Ghost.
“LT!”
Dark eyes shifted from a gameboy to Soap’s face as the man trotted up to Ghost.
“Here!” He held out the bouquet of red roses to Ghost, a big smile on his face. “For you!”
Ghost looked down at the flowers. Then he looked at Soap. “…. Why?”
Soap faltered for a second, but shook his head. He’d gotten a pep talk from Gaz just in case something like this happened, they both knew Ghost was suspicious more often than not.
“They’re roses!” Soap said, holding them out further. “For you! I’m confessin’ my love to ye!”
There was a long silence as Ghost stared at Soap. Maybe he was noticing how Soap was sweating bullets the longer the silence went on. Was it going to ruin his t-shirt?-
And then Price and Gaz walked in, both men suddenly stopping their conversation as they saw Ghost and Soap. Great, now there was an audience.
Sighing deeply, Ghost put the gameboy onto the table. He crossed his arms, leaned back, and Soap’s heart sank at his furrowed eyebrows.
“Is this a prank?” Ghost asked simply.
Soap blinked. “…. No?” he said slowly. “Why would it be?”
Ghost stared. “… it’s April Fool’s.”
Frowning, Soap shook his head. “No? I checked the date, it’s April 2nd.”
As he set the bouquet carefully on the table, leaning on said table, Soap didn’t notice Price pinching the bridge of his nose. He also didn’t notice Gaz trying hard not to burst out into laughter.
“Two days ago, it was March 30th,” Soap said. “And yesterday was April 1st. That’s April fool’s day. I waited until the day after, so you know it’s not a prank!”
There was a snort from Gaz as he turned away, his hand over his mouth. Soap glanced over with a frown, seeing that Price had put his face in his hands. Why were Price’s shoulders shaking?
“…. Johnny.”
Soap looked almost like a sad puppy as he turned his confused pout to Ghost. “Yeah, Simon?”
“… there’s thirty-one days in March,” Ghost said flatly.
Soap stared, an uneasy smile on his face. “…. Oh.”
Surprisingly, Gaz and Price were able to keep their composure as Soap realized his mistake.
But they absolutely lost it when Ghost glanced between the roses and Soap, and had his own realization. If Soap didn’t think it was the first of April-
Ghost jumped out of his chair with wide eyes. “WAIT-“
Alright!! Took forever, but here we are! Pt 2 of the soap dildo fic.
3,350 words, Jesus Christ
Cw: Overstimulation, safeword check ins. Like perceived noncon? Johnny gets a bit confused and concerned at Simon crying during sex. Everything is consentual however.
Lemme know if I missed any.
Werewolf!Johnny who can't rizz for shit, have a big crush on you.
You made your disinterest obvious, but mama ain't raising a quitter.
So when he found out that you work as a pet groomer, he came up with a brilliant plan: shift to his wolf form and put on an act of a poor lil pup by laying by the door of your workplace.
He gets Gaz to bring him. But, oh no! Gaz decides he wants you to himself and asks you out right in front of the pooch
LMAOOO
Imagine Johnny not being allowed to watch you getting railed because for some reason you're embarassed doing intimate things in front of a dog
So Soap could only wait by the locked door of your room as a dog(?). he growled everytime he heard Gaz's voice from inside 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
And Gaz is there trying to get you to be loud as possible and to moan his name to spite Soap. And when all is said and done, Soap lays on top of you and growls at Gaz
And you think it's cute how this dog is possessive of you, petting and cooing the mutt.
Only if you knew.. 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
You build a whole life with Gaz, meeting his mama I love your Indo Gaz hc so much and everything. And he invites Ghost and Price over one day who are trying their hardest not to laugh their asses off as Soap is stuck as a pooch. Or. OR. Gaz says he dropped your dog off at the vet, so Soap is present as a human for the team hangout/visit and the man tries hitting on you
LMAOO SOAP STUCK BEING DOG FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE KILLED ME XD
imagine you came up with the idea of having the dog being the ring carrier(?) at the wedding lol. Gaz nodded with a knowing smile as he glanced at the dog (Soap)
Soap being human at gathering and throws hint of things he knew as a dog like the color of your underwear at that time (he watched you getting dressed as he was a dog, coz ofc, he's.. such a dog)
Also aaa, thank uu, so happy u like my hc uwu
You end up telling Gaz that his friend is creeping him out, so, of course, Gaz does the responsible thing and tells you he’ll get him to leave. Gaz just baits Soap into turning back into a dog saying he’ll let the pupper watch the two of you during your honeymoon.
Which Soap is more than happy too. Well, only that Gaz didn’t specify and Soap is locked in the bathroom (or something) while you two have sex during your honeymoon in Indonesia.
Going off of your Indo-Gaz hc, I’m assuming he’d take his beloved to Indonesia for his honeymoon
Yess!! Gaz taking you to tourist spot back in mama's hometown, coz Bali is overrated and overpopulated with tourist- he wanted more privacy during honeymoon
Soap getting locked in the bathroom lmaoo XD, that dog gonna pee on Gaz's shoes for sure
simon and a reader w no gag reflex maybe heh
Simon didn't know you didn't have a gag reflex, so he always went easy on you when you gave him a blowjob.
This time though? He was pretty relaxed when all of a sudden you decided to just... swallow his entire cock, making his eyes fly open and his hands grip your jaw quickly, pulling you up off him.
"Th' fuck was tha'!?" He asked, still in complete shock.
All you said was "Hm?" and when right back to it, deepthroating him like a pornstar.
All the shock left his body and turned into pleasure when his cock hit the back of your throat and kept going, the blood in his body rushing south even more.
He was in heaven. Legs trembling, fingers twitching and balls aching.
Your nose was buried into the coarse hairs on his pelvis before he suddenly groaned, letting out thick pearly white streaks of cum down your throat.
(Ty for the ask sweetie! Hope you like it♡)
tw noncon, somnophilia — childhoodfriend!simon x fem!reader
He’s handsy tonight.
Gray cotton sheets crinkle under his movement when his hand slips into your shirt to feel your belly. You’re warm, pushing away the cold hand that freezes you.
“Stop,” you whine, sleepy and grumpy. He hums at it. Smiling in his throat. “M’trying to sleep.”
Inspired by this post
Imagine your neighbor, John Price— gently rebuffing you when you pursue him. Says he won’t be one of those old men who weighs a young bird down— that you’d be much better off with someone your own age rather than an old war dog. And he’s a stubborn man. Refuses to give in and give you what you both want— he says it’s better this way. You’ll have a fuller life without a half dead goose strung around your neck.
So you take his advice.
And here’s a point for a split. In a more playful, lighthearted story where you’re much too clever and extremely headstrong— you do this on purpose. Find yourself the most incompetent, self centered man you can. So John sees him abandoning you to carry all of the groceries inside. When he bothers to smoke outside, his ashes go right in your potted plant. You keep calling John when you have trouble with a fixture or an outlet— your man always saying that he “just can’t deal with this” right now. Would it be better or worse if John could at least hear that the man cared for you in bed? He’s not sure, but he certainly doesn’t hear it.
Until he breaks— this boy of yours annoyed and petulant that you asked John to come over to help with something— that you were speaking to another man behind his back. And John just can’t stand that. Unceremoniously pushes him towards the door while giving him a piece of his mind.
“Think it’s about time you left. Don’t worry— your things’ll be boxed on the porch in the morning. Well, if I don’t burn them first.”
