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𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜... · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · “ 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙. “

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this flopped really bad on my TikTok but then again, I’ve only posted the video like an hour ago so wtv🥀

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Count.

ELLIE WILLIAMS AUDIO {with script, follow along if you please}

CONTEXT: you gave a random girl your number while at a party and Ellie isn’t very happy with you.

CW: mean!ellie, spanking, fingering, degradation, dirty talk, heavy smut, WLW, men DNI

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START AUDIO

{Ellie holds up your phone, riddled with unread messages from an unsaved number.}

“Who is this?”

{She asks, trying her hardest to keep from lashing out. You tried to explain yourself, but the words died on your tongue.}

“Never mind, I think I have an idea.”

{She places the phone on the nightstand, making her way over to the edge of the bed and sitting down.}

“Come here.”

{Ellie gestures you over, and bends you over her lap, knees digging into your stomach.}

“I told you not to talk to her. That flirt was trying too hard to get your attention.”

{She says while reaching into the dresser drawer. You glanced over, wide eyes meeting the worn-out leather belt.}

{You call out her name, but she interrupts you before you can get a word in.}

“Shh, shh, shhh, shut up.”

{Ellie blurts out, tugging at your pants and impatiently pulling down your underwear at the same time. She nearly ripped them.}

“Now count. And if you stop, or miscount, I swear to god I’ll make you start over.”

{With that, you felt a sharp sting ripple through your ass, and it turned red immediately. You let out a choked “one”, the belt coming down again and again.}

“Can’t even count anymore, pretty girl?”

{She asked when your voice could only form soft mewls instead of numbers.}

“Slut.”

{She cracked the leather against you again, beginning to count for you to finish the job.}

“Four,”

“Five.”

{She paused to speak.}

“Damn… wish you could see yourself right now.”

{Ellie continued her assault.}

“Six,”

“Seven,”

“Eight.”

{She just barely stifled a cruel comment seeing you in this compromisingly grim position.}

“Nine,”

“Ten.”

{Ellie finally pulled the belt away from your back side, placing it on the bed and lifting you up to sit in her lap.}

“Look at this pussy… You’re drenched.”

{She pointed out as a finger circled your clit roughly. You could feel your climax approaching, threatening to push you over the edge.}

{It hit you like a truck, your head falling limply over her shoulder while your body shook.}

“Damn it.”

END AUDIO

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your blog is so pretty wow

thanks so much!<3

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again, flash warning!! || small filler edit, promise I have some fan fiction on the way for u guys!

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edit of my girl ellie since u guys loved her🤧💗

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Driving with my darling, faster than I should.

SCENARIO: you and a very smart mouthed jinx are both mafias. you’ve been tasked with a mission of stealing merchandise from a corrupted merchant.

CW: murder, swearing, dark romance, f4a, mean(ish)!reader x jinx, jinx and reader do not have an established relationship, but twisted romantic intentions are heavily implied, reader’s gender is not explicitly stated.

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Jinx watched through the window as your hand reached for the handle of the car door, stepping out gracefully beside you. Her hand grazed past your skin, an ear to ear smile riddled on her face. It was strange, comical even — given the fact the two of you had only one intention, which was to commit a crime.

She’s never been this cheeky on the job, perhaps the blood about to stain her clothes had her giddy with excitement. Or even the money and merchandise itself. The endless possibilities racing through your head were cut short when you heard a snigger leave her mouth. “You look tense. What, you’re not excited?” Jinx asked, and you debated whether or not to even answer her.

“We’re just going in and out to get the merchandise, don’t kill anyone unless you absolutely need to.”

You calmly stated to her. You were more than used to the majority of her nonsense, so laying down rules wasn’t exactly difficult. “Even if they get in my way?” She asked with a sparkle glistening in her eyes.

“Jinx.” Her name rolled off your tongue in a reprimand. “You and me both know going for the kill isn’t necessary for anyone other than the traders. A smack at the back of the neck should be more than enough.”

How boring. She thought to herself, yet that unwavering grin remained planted on her as you jiggled the doorknob open. The saturated flashing lights shed upon Jinx’s features in a quiet symphony. She walked through the door to be met with drunken idiots declaring muffled yells at the counter. All the hollering was drowned out by the blasting boomboxes.

You stepped inside shortly after her to reassure no fool was following your tail.

An olive skinned, perfectly groomed man, just as you and Jinx expected was sitting in a booth with a couple other traders. Jinx strutted calmly to the other side of the bar, and you stayed near the exit. You switched on your earpiece with a quick turn of the button, testing it with a whisper.

“Copy?” You asked into the microphone, hearing back a crackled “copy”. With the radio devices in full function, you didn’t hesitate to drop a smoke bomb, sufficiently hindering the entire bar’s vision so you could sneak to the booth.

Searching for Jinx with your eyes, you quickly found one of the traders struggling to shove a drugged cloth over her mouth. In a fit of reckless panic, you pulled the gun from your pocket and fired at him through the fog, only to alert a few of the other men. Jinx knocked the trader over with her foot and freed herself, taking a few steps back to toss an explosive in his direction.

“Wait, Please!”

He screamed, only for a large eruption to blow his legs and half of his pelvis clean off. The explosion annihilated a few of the two person tables behind him. Jinx listened attentively at his excruciating shrieks. The life left his eyes shortly after, and she cracked a sneer. “Tch.”

Turning around to face you, she was met by the merchant desperately hugging the large briefcase close to his body. You crossed your arms over your chest, your finger resting on the switch of your gun. How pathetic. Was the only thought running through your head at this disheveled, middle aged man hopelessly shielding a bag with his body.

With a roll of your eyes, you shot a bullet through the front of his head. He fell to the floor like a rock with a loud thud. You kneeled down in front of his corpse and tore the briefcase from his loose grasp. Before you could inform Jinx you got the merchandise, the bouncer wrapped an arm around your neck and strangled you. Fighting persistently to free yourself, your lips faded into a muted blue the longer the man held you.

Jinx was preoccupied with her pow-pow on full throttle while she blatantly disobeyed your rules and killed bystanders. Upon hearing your muffled gasps from across the bar, she hastily ran to where it was coming from. She immediately took action, planting a bullet into the bouncer’s shoulder blade. He stumbled backwards in agony, letting you free.

Before you could finish him off, Jinx stood between the two of you and shot at the man two, three, too many times to count. The blood lust emitted from her being, her eyes were blown wide and were twitching menacingly.

“Asshole! Asshole!”

Jinx screamed with a raspy voice. You couldn’t give yourself a reasonable explanation as to why she was acting so unhinged out of the blue. It was like her, but it seemed different. Bolder, more assertive.

You snatched the gun from her hand and tossed it to the floor. The inside of your mouth tasted metallic, but the bitter flavor didn’t daunt you when Jinx was in such a state.

“What the hell was that about?

You scolded her.

“You’re welcome for saving your life.”

Jinx taunted with an irk, throwing up her hands defensively. Her arrogance irritated you. However, as red and blue lights gleamed through the broken glass windows, your hand found Jinx’s wrist and you sprinted out of the bar with her.

The cops shot at the bulletproof vehicle, but their now distressed bullets only deflected and rolled off the hood of the car.

“Drive!”

Jinx yelled, and you obeyed. Slamming down on the gas, you managed to get just far enough away to lose the cops. But you knew you weren’t out of the woods yet. You caught Jinx’s gaze on you when you looked away from the road for a brief moment, her eyes averting to the dashboard. She was drenched in blood.

“You didn’t listen to me.”

She indeed did not, but if you were to scold her, Jinx would be within every right to scold you back. She smiled.

“You didn’t either.”

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𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔!

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Let’s start with the basic stuff, aka getting to know me!

• my name is River.

• I’m an artist, editor, and writer.

• I’m non-binary. (or woke lmao)

• my pronouns are she/them.

• I enjoy indie games and music, anime, goth music, and emo fashion.

• my favorite artists are MITSKI!, Alex G, The Cure, Deftones, and Big Thief

• I’m open to requests, and I’ll prioritize it as long as it’s from a fandom I have listed below.

Now, what about the content you’ll be seeing on my blog?

• majority of my blogs will be my writing. however, an occasional drawing or edits will be thrown in!

• I’m in loads of fandoms, but a lot of my work will center around the following:

arcane, hunter x hunter, neon genesis, demon slayer, the last of us, etc, etc.

(this list may grow as my account grows as well, the more fandoms the merrier!)

My boundaries

• basic DNIs, z00philes, ped0s, homophobes, transphobes.

• please don’t pressure me into writing something you requested if I decline.

• I don’t mind mild NSFW talk, but please refrain from going overboard.

Have fun!

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quick jinx edit! || posted on my tiktok as well

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you send a lewd picture you took of yourself to your girl while she’s was at work and she gets pissed at you. || non-dystopian AU where ellie has an office job you’re not too fond of.

CW: dirty talk, fingering, usage of a strap on, hair pulling, usage of slut. || meantop!ellie x bottom!reader. || men dni, wlw, afab!reader.

𝔈𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔓𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬

It was cold, too cold. Beams of sun casted a gentle glow on the room you and Ellie shared, but nothing could warm you up more than her presence in bed with you.

Ever since she took up that boring office job, it was as if you weren’t even a person to her anymore. She was far too consumed by her work, drowning in it. Nonetheless, it was her decision, and the pay was enough to have her somewhat wanting to go back 5 days a week.

Missing her smile, her scent, her touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder to lewder places, but it was futile. Touching yourself was a losing battle if Ellie weren’t there to watch and guide you. Just when you were about to go back to sleep, an idea came to mind.

She didn’t want to give you attention, then you’d force her to.

Jumping out of bed, your hand reached for the handle of your dresser drawer. You pulled out a skimpy pair of lingerie you bought a few days ago when Ellie wasn’t with you. Slipping them on, you stared in the mirror with awe etched into your face. How could these be considered clothes? The translucent, lacy fabric left very little to imagine, if anything at all.

Even still, you snickered to yourself while sending a mirror pic of your body and hitting the send button to Ellie’s contact. You changed back into your regular clothes shortly after as if nothing had happened, not seeing a purpose in keeping them on.

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When you finally found something to do, the erotic photo was the last thing you were thinking about. But how could Ellie forget about it?

Ellie unlocked the door and stepped into the house, throwing her work bag aside and undoing a single button on her flannel. Simply hearing the way she stormed about the house was sufficient to determining how pissed she was.

The bedroom door slammed open, causing your phone to jolt out of your hand. Ellie stood in the doorframe, her eyebrows meeting at the middle of her face.

“Are you fucking serious?”

She loomed over your figure in the bed. You looked completely unbothered while she was struggling to stay at work the entire day. It made her blood boil, but not in an angry way.

“What, you didn’t like the photo or something?”

You retorted with a sheepish laugh, causing her to scoff. 

“Me liking it is the issue.”

Ellie mumbled as her knee rested on the bed, the sheets dipping beneath her weight. She crawled closer to you, parting your legs and creeping between them without even bothering to pull off your pants.

She earned a whine from you as her hand gripped your thigh, her dominant one holding your chin in place.

“You think you’re big shit, huh? Don’t you? You’re not funny.”

Ellie’s eyes bore into yours. That raw, sensual fury radiating from her body. She pulled you in for a kiss, nicking at your bottom lip and drinking your whimper like it was whiskey.

Distracted in her mouth, you hadn’t realized Ellie’s hand tugging at the waistband of your pants, and you lifted your hips so she could discard them. She tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear sweetly as if she wasn’t going to fuck you up soon.

“Strip and put the lingerie on.”

Ellie grumbled menacingly, and you complied. You stood with your arms at your sides in front of her. She looked like a deer in headlights.

“Look at you.”

A tattooed arm pulled you by your waist back to the bed, taking both of your wrists in just one of her hands and clutching them above your head. She couldn’t keep her damned eyes off of your ass during all of this. That stupid pink thong riding up your cunt.

She let go of your wrist to ride a thumb into your panties and up your clit, your legs shuddering while stifling a groan. Ellie could feel how wet you were, she easily slipped a finger inside.

Your teeth clamped down on the pillow, anchoring yourself as another one of your lover’s fingers invaded you. Upon hearing stifled moans, Ellie grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, gazing into your glossy eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let your voice out, you wanted to be a slut earlier, now I’m enabling you.”

More tears caught in your water lines, your scalp starting to sting from Ellie’s grip. As her fingers graced your g-spot, your vision blurred in euphoria.

With little effort, she pulled her fingers out, leaving a gaping, empty sensation in your core. That sensation lingered for too long.

Curious, you glanced over your shoulder, watching wide eyed as a now, half naked Ellie clasped a flesh colored strap on you don’t remember her owning onto her hips. She grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into the mattress.

“You should wear this more often, it makes you look even prettier.”

What a contradiction, given the fact the second those words left her, she was ripping the scanty underwear to your knees.

“Brace yourself, pretty girl.”

“Els…”

Your body tensed as the tip of the silicon glided into your heat with a soft squelch almost as lewd as the lingerie. Without giving you an opportunity to get used to being stretched this much, she pulls back, and slams forward. The headboard of the bed creaked harshly, drowning out your pain filled moans.

“Shh… I’ve got you, I got you.”

Ellie performed another sharp, but more tolerable thrust. The longer she was inside of you, the easier it was to take her. The bed hollered from the sheer force of her assault, her raw, passionate assault.

“Listen to how wet you sound. God, you really are a slut.”

Her grunts were so ardent, as though the strap on were connected to her, nerves and all. Though, it sort of felt like it since the strap rubbed against her clit whenever she moved. Bucking deeper, she snaked her hands up your hips and squeezed, your voice getting louder while you chased your orgasm.

“Gonna wake the neighbors up, love?”

That was the last thing you heard before you darted to your peak. You cried aloud as your back left the bed, spasming on the silicone. Ellie groaned with her eyes shut while the strap stuttered against her clit, fucking you and herself through it.

Your body gave way, and you collapsed against the bed. Ellie lacked the energy to pull the fluid coated strap off of her, and she fell next to you.

“You gonna keep sending me those at work?”

She asked, secretly praying for a yes.

”If you keep doing that afterwards, then totally.”

You reply with a lazy smile.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ || you asked him to use his chains on you.

CW: bondage, M4F, fem reader, some fluff, creampie, smut, smut, SMUT!

𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

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You always had a feeling Kurapika would want this. The way his chains would cling tighter around his hand whenever you were remotely near him, so what was happening right now had to have been the inevitable.

“I want you to use your chains on me.”

You said bluntly as the topic of sex appeared in your conversation with him. It nearly knocked the wind out of him. Perhaps you were pranking him, but the longer he waited for you to laugh, or at least giggle, he began to realize you were sincere.

He swore he could feel his face heat up once you both agreed to engage in this activity the next time you were in bed.

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His arms were on either side of your head, that pure scarlet hue already burning through those piercing eyes of his. The blonde leaned down to kiss your collarbone, and you shivered.

“Are you positive this alright? I don’t want to harm you in any way.”

Kurapika uttered in a matter-of-factly tone that made you want to laugh, but you couldn’t with how overwhelming his fingers felt rubbing against you. You nodded, stopping only when it felt like your neck would detach from your head.

With that reassurance, a soft clinking sound filled the room as Kurapika’s chains wrapped around your wrists as if you were made of glass. You could feel his gaze on you, even with your eyes closed. Your lover scavenged your face for any signs of disapproval, finding none, then continuing his assault.

“Tighter.”

You demanded, only for Kurapika to pull your chin in his direction. He felt his blood boil whenever you sassed him, but in the end, you did do it on purpose for a reason; to turn him on.

“Watch yourself.”

Kurapika warned you ominously, letting go of your chin to reinforce the chains. Biting your lip was the only escape available from the embarrassment of your lover seeing you in such a vulnerable position, and hearing the noises that came with it. His fingers found your sensitive bud of nerves, knowing he found it when your breath hitched. The Kurta abused that spot until a sticky slick fell into the palm of his hand.

Your hips convulsed uncontrollably, tears forming in your water line and mingling within your bottom lashes. Kurapika watched you sprawled out in front of him in awe, his blonde bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat. He found the belt of his pants with his non-dominant hand, and just barely got it unbuckled before reaching into the nightstand to grab a condom.

“Are you.. really sure we’ll need that?”

You stuttered out between pants, and the thoughts about the condom vanished from his mind instantly.

Without closing the drawer, he discarded his pants, and threw them somewhere off the bed mindlessly. He lifted your hips to slide his cock near your slit, shuddering with tightly shut eyes.

“I’m going to put it in now, tell me if it hurts at any point.” He says, not giving you a moment to respond before the sensation of his tip slipping past your ring of muscle consumes your entire being, coming out in a loud cry.

He sighs, stifling a moan, while in contrast, one slips past your lips. You squirmed on his cock, and his hands navigated your hips like clockwork in order to keep you still. It was relatively easy given the fact his chains were already restraining half of your body.

“Kurapika!” You mewled.

“You’re so responsive. Gods, you’re already clenching around me so tightly..” How did he know exactly what to say to have you throbbing even harder? He gave you a few moments to adjust to his girth before pulling out and ramming back in. You swore on your own soul you could see stars in your vision.

His thrusts were calculated, as if each one had their very own intention to knock your core, get at least one sound out of you. Kurapika’s groans and pants grew heavier, the type of heavy you could feel in your own chest merely looking at him.

“Tighter!”

You blurted out without any evaluation, the sounds of the headboard slamming against the wall nearly in sync with your gasps. Your spouse’s scarlet eyes trembled in their sockets. He knew exactly what you wanted, but whether or not he would give it to you was a question left up to you to ponder.

Through your screams, you could feel the cold metal dig into your wrists, your arms getting weaker the longer Kurapika’s cock filled your heat.

“Look at me. Look at me when you cum.”

He ordered you, and with one final thrust, your fluids coated a ring at the base of your lover’s shaft while he simultaneously painted your insides white. Kurapika was sure you’d feel this in the morning, but the concern left as soon as her heard you moan loudly.

He allowed you to ride out your orgasm while his subsided, and he pulled out with an obscene pop. Kurapika watched the thick liquid leak from your slit and onto the sheets only a few seconds after he slid out, and he repressed a smile. He’d be a liar if he told you the sight didn’t turn him on. His nen loosened around your arms, finally freeing your bruised wrists.

Once your breathing was stable enough for you to actually understand a thing he was saying, Kurapika laid down next to you, eyes studying your features like he always did.

“I’m so in love with you.”