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Isle, any pronouns, anything you want.
Been a casual enjoyer of Tumblr for a few years as well as a casual writer, and decided to finally merge the two.
I am a STEM consumed freak in my twenties.
This blog will contain sexually explicit content as well as whatever else I want to post.
I do not tolerate large language model usage, and will not hesitate to block those that do. My blog will never contain AI generated content to the best of my ability.
I will tag triggering content at the beginning of each post, however I do not have any current topics that are off limits. Ask me anything you want.
Ghost x afab!reader, jumping on that portal pussy bandwagon, anal, pussy eating, chat is it selfcest if you eat yourself out?, dom/sub vibes
Ghost tosses the portal pussy in front of you, as his cock prods at your asshole, smearing the lube and slick he'd pulled out of you with his fingers before shoving the other half of the portal over your cunt.
You blink at it, hazy, and Ghost drags your wrists into the small of your back. "Eat it."
"Huh?"
You jerk forward over the mattress, chin digging into it, and the pussy- your pussy- bumps your lips. You feel it, a soft brush against your folds, and gasp.
"I said, eat it. Until I say done," Ghost answers, and forces his cock into your ass with a brutal snap of his hips. You moan, body sliding again, and one hand holds your wrists as the other grips the back of your head, briefly forcing you down, lips parting across your own pussy, tasting your slick, clit throbbing on your tongue.
Fuck, oh fuck, hard fat cock in your ass and the musky-sweet taste of yourself, not licked off Ghost's fingers or cock but straight from the source, and you moan as your tongue curls over your clit. The matching sensation spurs you on, needing more, sucking at yourself as Ghost sets a fast, hard rhythm, taking your ass for himself while you feast on your pussy.
Each lick and suck hits you twice over, the mindfuck of it all, eating out a soft, wet pussy but feeling it on your own body, learning how to make yourself feel good from a new angle, no fingers to help you, just your own tongue wriggling into your hole, fucking yourself on it, drool and slick smearing across your cheeks. You suck your clit hard and lose the rhythm immediately, eyes rolling at the dual sensations, as Ghost keeps steadily gaping your ass open around his cock.
"Fuck, oh- I can't," you gasp, and lick across your pussy from hole to clit, shuddering. You know what you need to come but you can't do it, too lost in the pleasure of your tongue and lips, and Ghost takes the back of your head again and shoves you down into your pussy again, this time holding you there as you pant and squeal. Your ass burns around his cock, the clenching muscles only making it worse, pussy so sloppy wet it's obscene, feeling the spasms on your tongue as you moan, clenching around your tongue like a toy.
You can feel Ghost, you realize, the relentless pound of his cock rubbing against your tongue through the thin barrier between pussy and ass, and your tongue curls and your pussy gushes, his hand on your head and the powerful motions of his body forcing you to- grind against yourself, tongue rubbing up and down, in and out, you can't stop it and can't move against or for it, just riding the pressure and heat as it builds in your belly.
Your pussy clamps down, spasms building, and you pant and whine as your tongue is dragged over your clit again. Oh fuck, fuck fuckfuck, gonna come- "Baby, fuck, gonna come," you slur, sloppy with your own gushing fluids, and Ghost grunts behind you, picking up speed.
His cock splits your ass open, and you start to come as he pulls all the way out and shoves back inside, making you take it, and your clit grinds across your tongue as you lap over it, a little throbbing pulse, and oh god, the way your tongue is so wet and hot on your pussy, feeling your breath stutter, you can just barely suck at it and wriggle your tongue into your hole and fuck- oh shit-
"Cum, cumming," you moan, and the squeezing clench of your pussy echoes between your thighs and on your tongue, wet smears sticking to your cheeks and chin as Ghost groans, feeling your orgasm in your ass, as you milk at his cock. The musky scent of your come fills your nose, the soft folds swollen on your cheeks, your own sweet, precious little pussy, eaten and sucked, you know what it feels like now, to make yourself come on your tongue, and you moan and shudder when your lips rub over your clit again.
Ghost pants, his hips slapping hard to your ass, and you muffle a shout into your pussy as he puts his weight on you, crushes you into the mattress, hips forced flat. The angle of your pussy in the portal changes, and your clit rolls between your lips, scraping your teeth, and a sharp burst of slick fills your mouth as a hard clench burns through you.
You squeal, breathless, and Ghost sighs pleasure into your ear as he comes, the hot bursts in your ass, his cock slipping back and forth in the mess he's making of your insides. You gasp when he lets up, releasing your wrists and head properly, leaving you to roll your cheek away from the portal, your pussy all soft and slick in your blurry vision.
His hand slides between your legs, and abruptly the portal is moved up, pussy vanishing from sight, instead replaced with a swollen little pucker- your asshole, gaping just a little, with thick creamy come dripping out to the rhythm of your pounding heart.
Ghost drags the portal back to your face, and sets your lips against it, his cock now notching at the tender entrance to your pussy.
Jeans rubbing against the soft fabric of your sheets, large palm splayed across your chest while he pants above you. He barely cared enough to take off his pants, cool teeth of the zipper biting up your bare thighs. Simon would be sure to patch up whatever mark formed there after he finished.
Youâre trying everything in the book to get the brute to shove his fingers into your mouth, make you salivate so much it runs down your chin, but heâs holding strong.
It was your own fault that put you here, that got you worked out under man that was more akin to a bear. Goading him all day with nips and remarks that barely even registered to his deafened ears was fun enough, but the real kicker was his gym bag.
You thought it might be funny to replace all of his gym gear with leopard print dupes, knowing Simon wasnât the kind of man to shy from a workout. Heâd use the equipment you spent weeks gathering, taking hours to carefully replace his black items with the catty stand-inâs. You knew he wouldnât check his bag, and you knew he wouldnât come all the way home just to switch them.
He would work out, but youâd be sure to get it when he finally waltzed through the front door.
You thought he might give you a spanking, making a couple minutes of torture on the vibrator, but that wouldnât have measured to how mad he really was.
Simon just wanted to work out, come home to his lovely bird, and have a pint. Heâd been working his ass off, feeling slightly shameful he hadnât made as much time for you as he probably couldâve in recent days, but your little prank changed everything.
So here you were, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for his fingers in your mouth, his cock driving you further up the bed with each thrust. Your legs hung over his shoulders limply as he spat at you, one hand moving to grip your cheeks.
Simon barely spoke, his expression saying more than enough. He was pissed, and it was clear through his stare, a stare that seemed to eat you alive and spit you out.
âM-mâs-sorry.. j-just w-want you t-to..Sii..t-thought it might b-be funny..p-please..â
You whined for him, on the verge of sobbing as he abused your cunt, nearing his third orgasm. He hadnât let you cum once yet, always backing off right before you hit your peak.
Your safeword flashed in your mind for a moment, but you shook it off, savoring the farthest Simon had ever pushed you, but trusting him enough to know he wouldnât give you more than you could take.
The squelch from his cock stuffing into your cunt was obscene, oozing with two previous loads of his cum.
His hand that gripped your cheeks moved to cup over your mouth, his face scrunching slightly before he dipped his head into your chest. The grunting was signal enough that he was close, accompanied by his other hand moving from your stomach to his hips, forcing them to meet his own.
He snapped inside you with less than ten powerful thrusts before he stilled, panting heavily as he moved his hand from your mouth, and groaned softly.
Your mascara was streaked, cheeks red and lips puffy from your tears.
Simon gently brushed your hair out of your face, pressing kisses to your cheeks as your nimble fingers found his wrist, guiding his own to your lips. He obliged, letting you happily suckle up to the knuckle as some sort of consolation.
Your eyes met his happily, low and satisfied despite your lack of orgasm.
âYer gonna kill me birdie..â
AN hello my dearest meows, isle isle crocodile says sorry for being mia.
The girlf (girlfriend) and I (isle) went on vacation and had ourselves a wonderful time. Girlf got tan and HOT.
Imagine a wee isle watching girlf ask what bikini looked better. Baby all of em. Iâm drooling. Anyways. Byebye
"Would you fuck y/n?" Soap asked Ghost, grinning ferally.
Ghost's head snapped toward him with a speed that would have been intimidating if his throat wasn't darkening to a vibrant maroon at the hem of his balaclava. For a single, long moment, the room held its breathâGaz frozen with his coffee halfway to his lips, Price watching from the doorway with the resignation of a man who had seen too much warfare to be surprised by interpersonal chaos.
Then, the serum kicked in.
"Yes," Ghost said, and the word came out so fast and so forcefully that it actually made Soap jump.
"Absolutely. Without hesitation. In aâ" He stopped. Swallowed. The serum pushed. "âin a heartbeat. In less than a heartbeat. In a negative amount of time. I would go back in time an' do it yesterday if that was an option. S'not an optionâtime travel doesn't existâbut if it did, I'dâ"
"Christ alive," Soap breathed, almost awed.
"âI'd do it so fast," Ghost continued helplessly, the words pouring out of him like water through a breached dam. "I'd do it soây'don't even understand, Johnny. Y'don't understan' what y've just asked me. Y've opened a door that can't be closed now. M'gonna be thinkin' about that question for weeks. Months. Forever. M'gonna be on my deathbed thinkin' about that question because yes. Yes, I bloody would. Have y'seen her?"
"We've all seen her, Lt.," Gaz wheezed, practically crying with laughter now. "She's standin' right there."
"Right there," Ghost agreed, gesturing at y/n with his cuffed hands as if Soap had just made an excellent point. "Right there. Bein' pretty. Bein' the prettiest person I've everâI already said that, didn't I? I already said that twice. S'still true. S'more true now. S'beenâ" He glanced at the clock on the wall. "âfour minutes. S'been four minutes an' s'even more true than it was when I first said it. How is that possible? How is she gettin' prettier?"
I wanna hear some headcannons you have for Simon (fluff, angst, smut, random, whatever you want)
Out of all the people on this app youâre one of the one who I feel hcâs him the most accurately (imo, youâre also just my fav)
I am so flattered!!!! Thank you very much anon, I absolutely adore asks like this. So much creative freedom.
No beta and no cw as far sexual content
My ultimate headcanon for Simon is that he does not wear his mask when he is on leave. I think he would feel incredibly alienated from people around him, even if just strangers. Simon is already very large, and he understands that his size paired with a skull mask is very unsettling to the general public. Scars are easier to accept than a full mask, that has been obviously worn in.
Simon doesnât like scare people, especially kids. He never wants a child to feel like they are unsafe around him, due to his upbringing. Thatâs a good portion of why he does not wear a mask on leave. Simon also does his best to be as non-threatening as possible towards women without being overly cautious and maybe suspicious? Especially at night, he will cross the street if he sees a woman walking alone, and will put his head down. In the day, more specifically in populated places, he will hold doors for people and do other quiet service acts. Many people thank him.
Probably some hearing damage from his time serving, and tinnitus. It probably took him some time to adjust accordingly, but I think the tinnitus is very difficult for him. He can endure a lot, but the ringing has him grinding his molars.
I think he gets asked very often if he is some kind of military, and he just nods. If people donât catch on that he doesnât want to talk about it, heâll follow up with a polite redirection or tell the person straight out he does not want to speak about it.
Simon probably eats like a gym bro, rice and beef, chicken and broccoli, but I donât think he separates egg yolks from egg whites. He doesnât care about being lean as much as he does being strong and capable. He appreciates his body and what it can do for him, but I donât think he is completely attached to how muscular he is. Working out seems to be just a necessity to his life, being SAS and 141. I donât think he views it as something he has to do, but itâs rather just like eating or drinking. It just is.
I donât think he buys snacks, and whatever he eats is either poorly prepped, or takeout. He doesnât care about calories, as long as he gets enough and it tastes like or better than dogfood. Heâs really not hard to please.
I think Simon doesnât have many possessions, and keeps it pretty light. His whole life besides furniture which he really doesnât care about could most likely fit into 3-4 storage boxes. I doubt he has many clothes, and he only needs so much. He has two sets of cutlery, two bowls, two plates, one mug, two cups, one pan, one pot, a spatula, tongs, a ladle and a slotted spoon. He owns one crappy set of knives as well. They are sharp though.
He probably sleeps on a very soft mattress because he thought it would be the best. He ends up hating it because it makes his back hurt from lack of support, but he doesnât throw it away. Sometimes he yearns for the cots he had in basic training. His sheets are paper thin or jersey material. He does not sleep with a top sheet. He has two pillows, and only uses one. Simon uses a quilt for a blanket because he finds it regulates his temperature better. He definitely sleeps hot. He rarely uses fans because it muffles his hearing. I think he is a very light sleeper, and lays either on his back almost sitting up, or on his stomach with both hands under the pillow. I also think he grinds his teeth and only recently got a night guard.
He doesnât do much besides workout, read, and eat when heâs on leave. Sometimes he will book a massage for himself, and enjoys the relaxing music, but he requests the lights in the room stay completely bright. It helps him calm down and not bring on PTSD from Roba.
I imagine Simon doesnât bat an eye at regular chores, and does them in the morning before his day begins. He doesnât like having unfinished tasks or projects floating over his head all day. He enjoys any satisfaction he gets wrong a job completed, even if itâs taking out the trash without it getting messy.
Hii, sorry I havenât posted, Iâve been incredibly busy. I took a summer internship a few months ago and it is absolutely brutal, however it is lovely good fun.
Isle smile says love u and I am still here. I wish I made this longer but I was too sleepy.
Simons reaction to reader chopping her long hair off?
Tw fucking I guess, and poor writing because I hit the keg..
Isle smile is very drunk btw. My girlfriend seduced me with my favorite liquor and then fell asleep shortly after. Ah, she is so cute, and my face is covered in kisses of her lip stain. I hope they fade but perhaps I would not be too upset if they do not.
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Honestly I think Simon gets home, totally unaware of your recent quarter life change and is chubbed immediately.
He probably doesnât ask many questions, mainly because he doesnât care what you do with your appearance, but is completely awe struck. His lovely, long haired girl, all short and pixied.
Simon loves the way the ends curl just so, framing your face so wonderfully in a way that makes his cock ache with desperation.
He doesnât even care that he canât wrap your hair around his hand anymore when he screws you stupid, completely content with the locks grasped between his fingers against your scalp.
Simon couldnât care less with his you longer you start dating, but he canât deny how his tip cock stiffens at your adorable bob.
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I hope you like this anon. Isle croc. has so much to do these days, not enough time to reply to all the asks I get. I love you all dearly. Me own
Simon and yourself attending a wedding, only for him to take you home right after youâd been dancing. He promised heâd go to the after party with you, but ends up dragging you from the strap of your dress to your bed.
He fucks you deep and hard, wanting to imprint the tunnel of your cunt with the curve of his cock.
He leans down to your ear as he fucks you prone, panting heavy as he murmurs to you, tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
âMâgonna put a ring on yer finger next, birdie.â
âscientists donât want you knowâ is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
