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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.
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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.
dreamt about a knight coming to you after a battle and getting on his knees in front of you and roaming his hands up your legs and smearing blood across your skin as he rests his cheek against your upper thigh. btw. additionally i would like to add taking his helmet off and hearing it rattle against the stone floor and running your hands through sweaty hair and praising him for protecting your kingdom. anyways.
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.
You’re 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 he’s 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 wasn’t the kind of man to shy from a workout. He’d use the equipment you spent weeks gathering, taking hours to carefully replace his black items with the catty stand-in’s. You knew he wouldn’t check his bag, and you knew he wouldn’t come all the way home just to switch them.
He would work out, but you’d 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 wouldn’t have measured to how mad he really was.
Simon just wanted to work out, come home to his lovely bird, and have a pint. He’d been working his ass off, feeling slightly shameful he hadn’t made as much time for you as he probably could’ve 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.
“M-m’s-sorry.. j-just w-want you t-to..Sii..t-thought it might b-be funny..p-please..”
You whined for him, on the verge of sobbing as he abused your cunt, nearing his third orgasm. He hadn’t 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 wouldn’t 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.
“Yer gonna kill me birdie..”
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. I’m drooling. Anyways. Byebye
Simon gets dosed with a truth serum, and Johnny is absolutely taking the piss.
Pairing: Simon×Fem!Y/N | Mild Sexual Content | Truth Serum
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"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 breath—Gaz 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 a—" He stopped. Swallowed. The serum pushed. "—in 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 option—time travel doesn't exist—but if it did, I'd—"
"Christ alive," Soap breathed, almost awed.
"—I'd do it so fast," Ghost continued helplessly, the words pouring out of him like water through a breached dam. "I'd do it so—y'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 ever—I already said that, didn't I? I already said that twice. S'still true. S'more true now. S'been—" He glanced at the clock on the wall. "—four 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?"
