(i sense u behind ur screen like the four seasons orlando baby)
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preface - I’m only doing half of the days (I’m in uni full time all month, so many assignments).
All of these will be E!receiving
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Kinktober Masterlist
Day 1 ~ Orgasm Control + Edging
Day 2 ~ Cumming Untouched
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Day 5 ~ Dacryphilia + Overstimulation
Day 6 ~ Outdoor sex + Intoxication
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Day 10 ~ Somnophilia
Day 11 ~ Cum-licking + hand cuffs
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Day 14 ~ Choking
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Day 16 ~ Exhabitionism + Remote Control
Day 17 ~ Messy Sex
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Day 22 ~ Quiet Sex
Day 23 ~ Biting + Praise Kink
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Day 25 ~ Double Penetration (I’m lesbifying this term and using a double-ended dildo)
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Day 28 ~ Masturbation (subbing prompt from day 1)
Day 29 ~ Body Worship (her hands, arms & abs, yum) + Temporary Marks
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Day 31 ~ Writer’s Choice - Tribbing
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side note - i know ‘come/coming’ is the grammatically correct way to write it, i just hate how it looks, feels kinda sterile to me. i’ll be using cum/cumming in my writing, not in ignorance, but by choice. i do not fear the grammar police, i am sexually liberated
thinking about going down on gamer!sub!ellie under her desk while she’s live on stream… MDNI
the stream has barely started.
ellie’s just leaned forward in her chair, tapping the keyboard with one hand, adjusting her mic with the other, that usual awkward tilt in her mouth like she’s not sure how to greet people without sounding stupid.
“uh… hey, everyone. back again. surprise, i guess.”
she laughs under her breath, a dumb little sound that makes the chat immediately light up.
leabianwitch: she's so nervous it’s cute omg
elliewhore: QUEEN IS LIVE
queenelliesmellie: OMG IM SO EARLY
cordycepscuddles: she better be playing ranked this time or i’m rioting
you’re already under the desk.
she saw you slide down just seconds before the stream flicked on — your knees brushing hers, lips curved with something dark, eyes dragging up her flushed face.
you didn’t say much. just leaned in, close enough to feel her whole body lock up, close enough to press your mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper it.
“stay quiet for me, baby.”
and she nodded — red to the roots, hoodie already rumpled around her waist, thighs parting as if it was entirely muscle memory.
and now she’s man-spreading in the chair, trying to act like nothing’s happening. her controller sits loose in her lap, mouth parted just slightly as she scrolls the loadout screen with trembling thumbs. her eyes keep darting to the side, trying so hard to pretend she’s checking the chat and not completely unraveling with your breath already brushing the inside of her thigh.
“uhh, okay—so we’re doing, like, warm-up matches,” she mumbles, words tight at the edges. “not gonna lie, i haven’t played all week, so i’m probably gonna get smoked.”
your fingers are already slipping under the hem of her boxers, soft and cruel. just the pads tracing slow circles against her thighs, dragging higher every second. you can feel her twitch, feel how tense her body’s gotten — the strain in her knees, the way she clenches her fist too hard around the controller.
lesbianfungus: why is she fidgeting already 😭
d1nacheckpoint: you just started. girl BREATHE.
ellieswhore: no bc she’s squirming and it’s been 5 minutes
you press your lips to her skin once, then again, higher. and when you kiss just beside the wet spot already blooming through her boxers, she jolts — breath caught sharp, chest rising like she’s about to say something she shouldn’t.
her mic rattles when she exhales too hard, and she fumbles to mute it. her fingers are clumsy now, jerky, knocking into her headset like she can’t remember what part does what.
and when she finally clicks the right key, her voice cuts back in. thinner this time, more fragile. “fuck—i mean—f-fuckin’... these load times, man. so long.”
you smile, lips brushing against the soaked fabric of her underwear.
chaoticneutralabby: tell me you’re getting head without telling me you’re getting head
mushroomdaddy: are those TEARS in her EYES?????????
elliewfireflies: hey can y’all SHUT UP LMFAO
you pull the boxers to the side.
the air hits her cunt and she jolts — thighs flexing tight, breath hitching sharp in her chest. there’s barely time for her to process it, for her brain to catch up with what’s happening between her legs and what’s happening on the screen. because then you lean in and lick a long, heavy stripe through her folds, from slick base to swollen clit, tongue dragging through the mess.
she’s soaked, sweet, glistening. her cunt is flushed and trembling, glinting wet in the soft blue light of the monitor. her labia slick and parted, twitching around nothing. above it sits that auburn bush, damp with arousal, just the way you like it.
you hum low against her, tongue slipping through her folds again — and this time, your lips seal over her clit, suck it hard, tongue flicking fast and mean.
her hips jerk, knees bucking wide. the controller nearly slips from her hands.
she tries to play. god, she tries — eyes flickering desperately between the HUD and the enemy team closing in. her fingers twitch on the triggers, but they’re too shaky. her aim’s all over the place. her character stumbles sideways, gun swinging up too slow. a shot fires off into the ground, useless.
you fuck your tongue against her harder, and she lets out a strangled little breath that sounds more like a sob than anything else.
she presses forward on the joystick, barely in control, just enough to move — and her character rounds a corner straight into the enemy. two bullets. headshot. dead.
“god—dammit."
sugarpill00: you’re not even trying anymore😭😭😭
mariaismymommy: just end the stream babe. end it. you need help
elliefanpage: girl blink twice if there's someone under the desk rn
you hook your fingers and slide two in — no warning, just the stretch and the sudden wet clench of her around you, so tight you can barely move at first. her head lolls to the side like she’s been shot. mouth wide open, hands fumbling for purchase, fingers digging hard into the edge of the desk.
you curl them slow, dragging over the spot that makes her jolt, makes her gasp. her boxers are bunched at her knees now. your mouth is sealed tight around her clit, your fingers fucking her in deep, steady strokes that press into the place that splits her in half.
her thighs clamp down so hard they shake the chair. and her mic — poor mic — picks up the breathy oh fuckfuckfuckfuck that spills out before she can catch it.
the chat erupts.
yourmomsfavoritegay: OMG OMG OMG OMG
loveashleyjohnson: THAT WAS A SEX NOISE
fungalmommy: YALL SHE CAME SHE FUCKING CAME
elliesimp420: im gonna kms this is the best stream ever
but she hasn’t. not yet. she’s close though — fuck, she’s so close, and it’s driving her out of her mind. her hips won’t stay still, her moans are getting higher, tighter, desperate.
you don’t stop. you can’t. you fuck her harder, fingers soaked, clit swollen under your tongue. she’s grabbing at your hair now, hard enough to make your scalp sting.
“i’m turning it off—fuck, guys, i—i’ll be back later—”
she slams a key with one shaking hand. the stream ends mid–stutter, screen fading to black, the final audio clipping on her wrecked, ruined little gasp — half-swallowed, too breathless to be coherent.
and now it’s just you and her.
no chat, no mic, just the hum of the PC tower and the desperate twitch of her thighs as you push her over the edge.
you growl low against her cunt as slick floods your hand, dripping messily down your wrist, the heat of her so intense you swear you feel it in your spine. her hips are jolting up, wild and uncoordinated, no longer holding anything back.
“fuckfuckfuck— oh my god— baby!” she gasps, the words crashing out of her between broken moans, her chest heaving, fingers yanking at your hair like she’s scared she might float away.
you suck her harder. swirl your tongue in dizzying circles. and then—she breaks.
it rips out of her with a sob, full-bodied and raw, her spine arching off the chair like a live wire, her thighs snapping shut around your head. she’s coming — fuck, she’s coming — her cunt pulsing around your fingers, clit throbbing under your tongue, every inch of her shaking and trying to breathe through it.
you don’t stop.
not even when her legs twitch. not when her cunt tightens again, fluttering like she’s riding the edge of a second wave. not when she whimpers, “please,” like it’s the only word she remembers how to say.
her thighs tremble violently. her entire body stiffens, then collapses — twitching and boneless and wrecked.
and then — silence.
her legs fall open, weak and shaking, arms dropping limp at her sides. her breath comes in jagged, uneven pants, chest rising and falling like she just ran through hell barefoot.
her hand’s still tangled in your hair, loose now, useless, as if she forgot how to let go.
you look up at her and her face is flushed all the way up to her ears. there’s a line of sweat trailing down the side of her neck, and her eyes, when they blink open, are gone, glassy and ruined.
you smirk.
“you okay up there, baby?”
ellie groans, voice completely shot. “i fucking hate you.”
you kiss her inner thigh, tongue dragging up the sweet mess that’s leaked all the way down. “no you don’t.”
“no,” she breathes, hoarse, barely there. “i really fucking don’t.”
you lick her again, just to feel her flinch — mean, tongue curling around her still-swollen clit.
“babe,” she whines, high-pitched and trembling. “you’re gonna kill me.”
you grin against her pussy. her slick of her coats your chin, your fingers still inside her, her walls fluttering around you like she doesn’t want to let you go.
butch cowboy abby who always has a toothpick in her mouth
butch cowboy abby who drives with one arm out the side of her open truck window and has her fingers tapping against the door
butch cowboy abby who is nearly always packing
butch cowboy abby who has a full bush, untrimmed and untouched because why would she mess with something that's already perfect?
butch cowboy abby who loves it when you ride her strap, but especially loves it when you ride her clit
speaking of, butch cowboy abby's clit is thick, just like the rest of her. her favorite thing is when you suck on it on your knees and bury your nose in her bush, genuinely drives her up the wall
butch cowboy abby who prefers to carry you rather than have you walk through the mud and mess up your nice new boots she's just gotten you for your anniversary. you used to insist that you were too heavy, and she'd just scoff and subtly flex. now, you've accepted that your husband can absolutely carry you around everywhere you need <3
butch cowboy abby who brings you flowers she's found in one of her pastures, grinning when you add your own little touch (most of the time, a ribbon from her braid) before displaying them on the big oak kitchen table
butch cowboy abby who only trusts you to cut her hair. no one else. her ends are starting to split? time for her lover to get out the scissors and work their magic
butch cowboy abby who grabs handfuls of your ass, constantly, always finding the time to feel up the fat and muscle there while listening to you talk about your day
butch cowboy abby who got 'dyke' keyed into her black truck, on the drivers door, and kept it ever since. she says it adds an 'artistic' touch
butch cowboy abby who damn near runs for town council in her little dilapidated southern town because she's tired of all the thinly veiled threats and intimidation from the old men
butch cowboy abby who ends up saying fuck it, instead hoisting up a pride flag next to her american flag, high and proudly, just to piss off the bigots
butch cowboy abby who has the best eggs in the entire state. seriously, they sell out so fuckin quick that people are lining up at 6am to get a chance at em. (bonus: she never charges over $4 for a dozen, simply because she doesn't believe in it, and she's got too many damn chickens)
butch cowboy abby who grins like a little kid when you come home from the farmers market with honey sticks, biting the top off of hers and smearing sweet sugar kisses all over your lips as thanks
butch cowboy abby who uses dip when she's had a particularly long day on the farm, whether it be some asshole who tried to overcharge her for a new calf, or an issue with taxes, etc, and you can always tell because her mouth has a sting to it when you make out with her later on
butch cowboy abby who stands with her hip jutted out, and her hands crossed over her chest, making for the most intimidating yet heartwarming sight you've ever seen. her pouty lips draw you in, so, so very deeply, and the subtle tick in her jaw has you runnin laps round the barn
butch cowboy abby who fingers you so good that you couldn't speak, even if you tried. she gets you going so well that you drool all over her, and her favorite is when you're a babbling mess leaning your weight onto her while she makes you feel good
butch cowboy abby who spoons you in the early mornings, sighing quietly into your sun warmed skin as she contemplates sleeping in a little longer instead of tending to her outdoor duties
butch cowboy abby who lets you braid little ribbons and whatnot into her hair, proudly displaying your work, paired her flannels and starched jeans as she lumbers around the farm
i know i usually don’t post on tumblr, im more of a viewer but wtf is this??????? grown ass 22 year old man having p3d0philic fantasies and excuses it by saying “they’re not real”. if you genuinely think sexualizing a character who is a minor is okay because they’re not real you need to be locked up with every other p3d0 in the world.
bro for me tlou ends at the farm and dina , ellie and jj stays together as a family and live happily ever after hehehe 😢
you hummed as the delicious smell of freshly cooked bacon filled the air of the farm house, the sizzling of the pan as the strips cooked. you looked up and out of the window at the sight of your wife running around with your son and daughter. a sense of peace washed over you.
your daughter cackled on ellie’s back as your son tried to make his own way up there, it ended with all three of them falling over humorously. “oh god” you scoffed with a small chuckle.
the storm door bursted open “momm ! mama made all of us fall” your son yelled out dramatically as he sat down at the table. you flipped the bacon strips until they were a golden crisp and plated them along with the eggs.
ellie walked in after your daughter all sweaty, she walked towards you instinctively and wrapped her arms around you “eww ellie !” you dragged with furrowed brows. you tried pushing her off but she just rested her head on your shoulder and tightened her grip “im soo exhausted” she complained.
you rolled your eyes as you went over to the table and sat the plate of eggs and bacon down for your family. the kids instantly dug in and ate “thanks babe” ellie gave you a smallest peck on the lips. the collective “eww’s” and “maa’s !” of your son and daughter could be heard.
“be happy we love each other” ellie picked your son up and threw him in the air, making him laugh loudly. you four sat down and finished breakfast with shared jokes and laughs.
i wrote this in like 10 minutes, maybe i should do a abby or vi version 🤔 what do yall think about tlou s2 ? lmk lmk
WLF!ABBY who after jackson was quiet the whole way back to seattle, she couldn’t even look you in the eyes for a while.
WLF!ABBY who starts warming back up from her revenge and starts coming back around. you gave her space and time ofc
WLF!ABBY who cannot stop laughing at your floppy form trying to do a pull up, you literally have to scold her. she just smirks “okayokay i’m done” (she’s not)
WLF!ABBY who gets kindaaaa jealous when she sees you talking to jordan after your supply run, she’s damn good at hiding it though.
WLF!ABBY who fucking snores in your ear after her long workout with manny, you’re just staring up at the ceiling with furrowed brows.
WLF!ABBY who is really a good partner, she cares for you even when she’s feeling down. of course you had to give your girl some treatment by washing her hair and redoing her braid.
WLF!ABBY who reads to you, you could just faint by hearing her voice.
WLF!ABBY who gets worried when you’re out for patrol too long, I mean this girl is on her walkie every 15 to check on you.
WLF!ABBY who sings obnoxiously in the shower, sometimes you have to knock on the door and tell her to shut the fuck up. she’s just yells “sorry!” then back to singing.
WLF!ABBY who is NOT afraid to clap back when you make a joke about her, she just leaves you there like 😟
rockstar!ellie who had some drama with another group member so now it’s just her, dina and jesse.
rockstar!ellie who might look hardcore but is really a softie.
rockstar!ellie who met you at a bar dina and jesse forced her to go to one night. (they technically pushed her towards you)
rockstar!ellie who found your instagram that night and scrolled through every. single. photo. you. posted.
rockstar!ellie who gets small random tattoos on her body..
“ellie, since when did you have a dinosaur on your ankle?” dina asked as she looked the auburn up and down. “ummmm since yesterday?” ellie also observed dina. 
rockstar!ellie who signs groupies tits after preforming.
rockstar!ellie who sees you again at a pretty good café. your workplace.
rockstar!ellie who invites you to one of her concerts after a few months of talking, your obviously in the front.
rockstar!ellie who is the most delusional bitch ever, she would literally bring you up constantly around dina and jesse
“ellie shut the fuck up about her already. we get it bitch !” dina huffed. “no shit” jesse added.
rockstar!ellie who still talks about you anyway.
rockstar!ellie who randomly ghosted you when they went to LA for tour. so when she got back in town and messaged you, you never responded.
rockstar!ellie who showed up to your house that night, the fact that you never invited her over and she’s standing right at your doorstep scares you.
“missed me ?” she gave that mesmerizing smile.
rockstar!ellie who asks you to be her girlfriend a few months later
