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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?

[ultravioletlane]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ rain ! 05 | reader blog ♡

ෆ men dni <3 ❥ nsfw/sfw account ❥ do not dm me pls ❥

ෆ i am very sarcastic!! i also will take recommendations in the lets chat box :) please don’t recommend me anything weird

ෆ my main fandoms are mha, squid game, arcane and jjk!! my favs are ellie and toji so that’s mostly who i will be reading about but i am open to others <3

mwah ! ₊˚⊹ᰔ

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[icantbearsedtothinkofone]

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

[dduane]

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

[cangelala]

God I need this so bad for my Midterm so please let this work again for me.

[willgrahamscock]

KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026

[reignpage]

“Y’r a real clumsy pain in the ass, ya know that?” Toji’s making tsk sounds every time he finds a new scrape to clean up. It’s funny to see him look so concentrated – his brows are furrowed, he’s gripping your limbs firmly but gently, careful of his finger placements, and prodding here and there, determining if you need to go to the hospital. “Why’dya even think it was a good idea to go skateboarding? Fuck do you know about that?”

Ah, man. He’s really pissed. He rarely ever gets worked up like this. Sure, he gets annoyed or irritated – the man has the patience of a child, after all – but there’s a frantic quality to his movements, a hesitation before he applies the alcohol on your wounds, and a telltale dart of his eyes at your face after, searching for a wince or a flinch. 

Your thumb flies up, smoothing that wrinkle between his eyebrows. “If you get any more tense, you’ll blow a fuse, Toji.”

He grabs your wrist tight, scoffs, and then lays a frustrated kiss on the inside. 

“Whose goddamn fault is that? Fucking losing my mind here ‘cause you can’t be trusted to act like an adult. Turn my back for one shitty second and then y'r all crumpled up on the concrete, crying like a baby. Was worried you’d lose all your blood.”

The kitchen counter is cold beneath your legs and he must notice because a heavy hand of his rubs some warmth on one of your thighs, squeezing for comfort. 

Sheepish, you mumble an apology. 

“Sorry?” He’s flabbergasted in a way you've never seen him be. You almost want to laugh. “Don’t make that face. None of this is funny, ya damn brat.”

"It looked easy online! Everyone's doing it."

He makes an unamused sound. "If they tell you to jump, would ya?"

"Yeah, probably."

Not finding that funny in the slightest, he shoots you a glare. "Y'r a comedian now, are ya? And what? Y’r body's the punch line, that it? You just gonna throw it around everywhere without a single care in the world?"

Still feeling defensive, you pout. "Yeah, if I want. It's my body."

"No." His fist slams on the counter. The vibrations rattle your bones. "It's my body. It's the body of the woman I love. The body I feed, I hold at night, the body I need with me. My woman, my body. So, dammit, take care of it, will ya?"

Your eyes are rolling before you can help yourself. "You're being dramatic."

“Look at me.” He pinches your chin. There’s a silencing sincerity in his eyes. It’s serious, frenzied, pleading. It steals your breath, forcing you to the present and washing away that veil of courage you blanketed yourself under. The sting of all your wounds come to you like a wave, sweeping you under. Your injuries must have been worse than you first realised. “You can make light of this all you want, but you didn’t see what I saw. Didn’t hear what I heard – fuck, baby. You were crying. I ain’t never hear you sound like that before. And I don’t want to again. It broke my fucking heart.”

Jaw clenching, he eyes you all over, shaking his head. He still can’t believe this happened — scrapes like these aren’t meant for women, especially not his brilliant girl, who smiles too often and loves too much. His precious girl.

Every day, he worries over how hard he squeezes you in a hug, how much weight he’s putting on you when you cuddle, and how fast he moves when you’re around. This is the body he worships day in and day out and just like that, he’s reminded once again of how easily he could lose it all. How easily he could lose you.

Toji’s head falls onto your lap. His arms wrap around your hips. From your view, he looks somewhat like a child. He kisses your thigh, inhales deeply, and burrows his face tighter against you as if reminding himself you’re here and you’re okay and he’s not letting this happen again. 

“I’m sorry, Toji. Really.”

He scoffs again. God, he needs to stop doing that. “Yeah, you will be. ‘Cause I’m tying y’r uncoordinated ass to me. So if you wanna go down, y’r taking me with ya.”

“Deal.”

[lemonmoonmochi]

[meteorella]

Nerdgasmic Rhapsody

pairings: loser!dom!ellie x popular!sub!reader

cw: flufff!! ellie's an absolute cutie pie. cursing (obv), oral! (r receiving), tribbing (maybe?), nipple play, after caree!!, pet names: sweetheart, baby, princess, that's all i think!

wc: 511

a/n: (intentional lowercase!!!) first ever ficcc omg🥹 i have never ever in my life written a fanfic before so pleaseee don't judge and also feel free to point out some mistakes and stuff!! I take criticisms as i'm sure it'll help me a lot throughout my writing journey :))) can't promise I'll post consistently considering I'm insanely dumped with school works but I'll definitely find time to do so. anyways i hope u guys enjoy this one!! Feel free to hit me w some ideaaasss :3

after you had made it official with the biggest dork on campus—ellie—people would randomly come up to you in the hallways and tease you, not believing how sweet she actually is. after all of your previous relationships, ellie is the only one who genuinely cared for you. despite her shy and nerdy demeanor, she's really fun to hang out with. she'd continuously yap about space, the comic books she's read—savage starlight—and drop all of its lore to you. the whole fucking lore. although you hardly cared. she was too adorable. most of the time, you would find yourself just looking at her sparkling green eyes, topped by her matte, black glasses, her hand gestures, and the soft smile plastered on her lips while she speaks. she's even more beautiful up close. how could others not see that? whilst ellie can be a total cutie pie, you cant deny how fucking insane she can be in bed.

when eating you out, she'd flick her tongue out relentlessly on your leaking hole. firmly gripping on to your thighs, she already knows your next motive. "nuh-uh, sweetheart. keep them open for me." she shoots you a knowing glare before diving back into your drenched core, keeping eye contact all the while. her gaze roamed over your appearance, hair disheveled, eyes rolled back, and completely fucked out. "s-sorry, baby–fuck." you moaned as you clutched onto her dino-printed sheets. so fucking cute. after you'd climaxed for the 3rd time, she'd climb on top of you and slip her tongue down your throat, allowing you to taste yourself as she grinded her own throbbing cunt against yours. your soaking wet pussies rubbing, and creating the most delicious rhythm together. she absolutely loved your boobs. she adored how it just bounces up and down as she rolled her hips above you. she took your nipple in between her thumb and her index finger and pinched them, making you flinch at the feeling. her glasses were all fogged up and crooked, but she couldn't care less. she was too engrossed on drawing out more of those angelic sounds that slips past your lips as she pleases you. "doing s–so good f'me, princess... fuck–so hot." when you had both finally reached your peak, she'd lean down and gently clean up all your juices from between your thighs with her tongue.

she gives absolutely the best aftercare imaginable. the routine would start with cleaning you up with a wet towel, swiping it's soft material across your face, your breasts, your legs, your inner thighs—she had always taken care of you in the most tender and loving way. she loved hearing your soft, exhausted sighs of relief, as you watch her with a smile on your face all while savoring the chocolate she so graciously offered you. after ellie finishes cleaning you up, she would settle beside you, enveloping you in her arms as she wrapped them around your waist. her lips showering your neck with gentle kisses as she whispered heartfelt words of affection. "i'm going to marry you one day."

YAAALLLL OMG I HOPE THIS DIDN'T SUCK TOO HARD😣😣😣🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 i hope u guys enjoyed this one, i really enjoyed writing thisss!!

tags: @ellstronaut

dividers: @khaer @plutism

[losing-it-lately]

the way my panties instantly dropped... i read the title and bam, they were gone. no goodbye, no im leaving, just gone. your fic just made my panties disappear. i fear i may have said panties too much now...

[meteorella]

Stop. ily😭🙏🏻 and also, HOW DID THIS REACH 2K??? THIS IS INSANE, I WASN'T EXPECTING TIS AT ALL😭😭

[wordssoonforgotten]

loser!jinx and her first time with fem!reader 👀👀👀

I went ahead and wrote a little Drabble. 305 words. Suggestive content.

Jinx doesn't know what do with herself.

She knows she's staring. She knows she probably looks dumbstruck, but how can she help it? You're on your back in her bed, wearing basically nothing; chest still heaving from the intense make-out session the two you just finished. Your breasts are hemmed up in your bra and your underwear are still perfectly in tact on your body but jinx is dying. At this point, she's not sure if she'll even stay conscious long enough to see you naked.

You laugh at her, in the airy and fond way you do when she's just told a dumb joke. Except this time it makes her thighs clench.

"Baby…you can touch me. If you like." You tilt your head sweetly. Your words dripping in nectar but jinx can hear an underlying promise of desire. She almost groans, but holds it down. She wants to touch you. She wants to feel. She wants to take in the warmth of you skin and drown in it. She just doesn't know how, and she wants to do it right. Wants it to feel good.

"I—I don't really—I've never done this before." Her face heats up at her admission. She can't bring herself to look you in the eye. Her hands are shaking. she can feel herself starting to sweat. A change in subject bubbles in her throat. Maybe she could talk about her new paintball gun, or the frog dissection that happened in biology last week. It wasn't very sexy, but neither was admitting to your girlfriend right in the mist of the hot-and-heavy that you were a virgin-

Before she can finish her overthinking you're taking her hand and pressing it to your stomach; nearing your pantie line, but not quite there. Her breath hitches.

"Let me teach you."

[gaydinoeater-deactivated2025062]

wet, abby anderson 🩷 (I'm wet.)

[meijikai]

♡ RIDING HER THIGHS — grinding on her harness shamefully as she humiliates you

degration. orgasm control. impact play / denial.

Her lips curled with a mix of amusement and control as she lounged back on the velvet chaise, thighs spread just enough to keep you teetering on the edge of desperation.

The harness strapped tight around her thigh was cool against your heated skin, its leather edges biting into your clit with every slow, deliberate grind you made.

Your breath hitched, a ragged sound that echoed in the quiet room.

The friction was maddening—too much and not enough all at once.

You tried to chase the rhythm, hips rolling, thighs trembling, but caitlyn’s hand shot out, gripping your waist to still you.

“Pathetic” she purred, her voice low and dripping with condescension.

“Look at you, humping my thigh like a needy little slut. can’t even control yourself, can you?”

Your cheeks burned, the humiliation curling hot and tight in your core, but it only made you wetter, slickness coating the harness as you whimpered.

Her words were a blade, cutting you open and leaving you raw, and yet you craved more.

You tried to move again, desperate for relief, but her grip tightened, nails digging into your skin.

“Did i say you could keep going?” Caitlyn’s eyes glinted, cold and commanding.

She leaned forward, her breath ghosting over your collarbone as she whispered.

"You don’t get to decide when you come, you don’t get to decide anything." A whine slipped past your lips, your clit throbbing against the harness as her words sank into you.

You nodded, too far gone to form coherent words, your body betraying you with every twitch and shudder.

She chuckled, the sound dark and cruel, and released your waist only to trail her fingers up your thigh, teasingly close to where you needed her most but never touching.

“Beg for it” she demanded, leaning back again, her smirk widening as she watched you squirm.

“Beg me to let you keep grinding on my thigh like the filthy thing you are.”

“Please” you gasped, voice breaking “please, caitlyn, i need it. i need you. Let me—let me keep going, I’ll be good, i swear—”

She tilted her head, pretending to consider it, her eyes raking over your trembling form.

“Good?” she mocked. “You’re not good. You’re a mess. A greedy, whining mess who can’t even sit still without making a scene.” tears pricked at your eyes, but you didn’t care.

You rocked forward again, tentative, testing her patience.

The harness dragged against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, and you moaned, loud and shameless.

Caitlyn’s smirk didn’t falter, but her hand came down hard on your thigh, the slap ringing out.

"Fine" she said, voice icy.

“Go ahead, fuck yourself on my thigh, but if you come without permission, you’ll regret it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your hips moved frantically now, grinding down hard, the harness slick with your arousal as you chased the high.

Every slide of your clit against the leather was electric, your breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

Caitlyn watched, her gaze predatory, occasionally murmuring degradations that made your head spin.

“Such a dirty little thing” she said, almost to herself.

“You’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you? Bet you’d crawl across the floor just to taste my boot if I told you to.”

The image pushed you closer to the edge, your body tightening, pleasure coiling hot and unbearable.

You were so close, teetering, but her voice cut through the haze.

“Don’t you dare” she snapped, sensing it.

“Hold it. You come when i say, or I’ll make you lick every drop off this harness and then leave you aching for a week.”

You sobbed, slowing your movements, trying so hard to obey, but it was torture.

Your clit pulsed, your body screamed, and caitlyn’s smirk told you she knew exactly how much you were suffering.

“Good girl” she finally said, voice softening just enough to make your heart lurch.

“Now beg me to let you come.”

“Please” you choked out, tears spilling now, “please, caitlyn, i can’t—i need to come, please, I’ll do anything—”

She laughed, the sound both cruel and intoxicating.

“Alright” she said, leaning forward to brush her lips against your ear.

“Come for me, now.” The command shattered you.

Your hips bucked, grinding hard against the harness as your orgasm ripped through you, white hot and overwhelming.

You screamed her name, body shaking, slickness pooling beneath you as you rode out every wave.

Caitlyn watched, her smirk never fading, her eyes drinking in every twitch and shudder.

When you finally collapsed, panting and spent, she grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Don’t think we’re done” she said, voice laced with promise. “You made a mess, now you’re going to clean it up.”

[anchoeritic-deactivated20251210]

bbf!ellie covering your mouth to hide your whimpers, her other hand dug deep between your thighs and rubbing you ever so gently. “shhh, baby… we gotta stay quiet,” you could feel her breath fanning your ear, her lips already brushing against it. if it wasn’t for her suppressing your moans, you’d probably have half the world banging at your door, the first people in line probably being everyone else in the house.

your relationship— situationship? something along those lines, it was a mess. from long stares across the room to passionate kissing… to her fingers being knuckle-deep inside of you. everything was a mess. everything was confusing. but you knew one thing for damn sure: never to let your brother find out.

“fuck, ellie,” you tried to mutter out under her hand, “don’t leave anymore marks.” well, that was a first for you. it’s better to be cautious, though. last time she marked up your neck, you had to pull out the ‘curling wand’ card, even then, it was just barely believable. she stifled out a laugh at your words, continuing to drag her teeth along your neck. her body molding into yours, pressing up against you while also pressing you up against the wall.

“s’pretty. how could i stay away from you?” you could feel her lips on your neck. soft. warm. wet. god, just her kisses alone could have you chasing a climax. her nipples peeking out from an old high-school t-shirt that wrapped loosely around her body and you can only imagine how wet she is under those plaid briefs. while your mind wanders, her touch gets hotter on your skin. her fingers dipped between your folds, her other hand pressing even tighter against your lips, letting no more noises come out of you.

her lips had a mind of their own, attacking your neck with her teeth just barely biting on your delicate skin. “i’ll be gentle with you, baby. you know i always am.” she knew what she was doing. she kept you nice and quiet, all pretty and pathetic under her power. she knew how to make you crumble. make you cum. she knew what you loved and what you hated. and she definitely heard you tell her no marks.

“e-ellie…” a quiet moan barely escaped as you felt her teeth sink in, “mmph— shit.” it was all so much. the rhythm of her fingers growing faster, teeth sinking deeper into your neck, her front pressed up right against your ass. she was so close and yet you were even closer.

“mhmm. you’re s’good for me. always lettin’ me fuck you whenever i want,” she finally raised her head up to whisper into your ear, “anytime, anywhere, all the fuckin’ time, huh?” grunting against the back of your head, breathing heavier. “s’fucking good to me.”

[vicorices]

OLDER RICH DIVORCED ELLIE AND STRIPPER READER BUT ELLIE WANTS READER TO BE HER SUGAR BABY INSTEAD BECAUSE SHES GETTING POSSESSIVE OF YOU AFTER COMING TO THE CLUB MORE OFTEN AND YOU MAKE HER BEG YOU TO SAY YES TO BEING HER SUGAR BABY WHILE GIVING HER A LAP DANCE I HAVE SUCH A VISION IM ENTRUSTING IT WITH YOU | -🐛 (caterpillar anon)

. ݁₊⊹.ᐟ 976—CUFFED.

cw # 18+ mdni, even when it does not have smut — dry humping exists and ellie wants to fuck, stripper!reader + divorced!ellie getting all hot and bothered, not possessive ellie but she's really foldedddd, dirty talk, contains metaphors to addiction and vices. i'm sorry mutuals, i'm not usually like this but made this everything sean baker’s was dreaming of when he wrote anora with his dick.

as a note to my pillar nonnie, i was going to keep going with the cam!girl missdeath series but i cannot stop thinking about this,,, you planted a seed to the point i need to pause everything else in my life, i made some changes for the plot bb yk clit did the writing overall. really hope we share the same braincell and i made justice of your horny and amazing brain, thanks for the req!

boycott tlou // fic directory // reqs?

things would be different if you weren't blatantly pressing your ass against ellie's belt, cause those feelings she exhaustingly told herself not to have? — she suffering from all of them.

it may have to be with the outfit or the lack of it, the way your long, pointed nails scratch over her naked arms. but it's the perfect combination to make all this façade of having her life already sorted out fall apart to the ground when she recently signed up her divorce papers and she's there, getting a lap dance from this girl she really, really fucking likes, as if she wasn't slipping dollar bills beneath the thin strip of your underwear.

so she's been in a similar situation before, promising herself she wont ever step a fucking toe back in the club — she's not that kind of person anyway, the kind that salivates over strippers. the club's packed with men, and being the only girl there it's almost shameful as she has this need to go on and ask for a lap dance from you cause yeah she's greedy, greedy, spoiled, ravenous: she has turned into a junkie trying to get more of their vices.

and in the secluded room, ellie forgets about previous inhibitions cause you're leaning against her, dancing along the sound of the music already sitting in her lap and her mind bubbles around this stupid rule, the one that forbids her to touch you under any sense of the word if she wants to keep her hands attached to her arms, but she's temped, tempted even when the security camera is pointing right in front of you two.

"yeah? that's what you'd like huh?" the sound of your voice is almost normal, a huge contrast when ellie's feeling like drowning, when the bass on the speaker’s so low it resonates in her damn heart, pouring all over her like ocean waves in the sand "want me to be your little spoiled slut? you'd buy me expensive gifts and get me out of this hellhole?"

ellie's glasses rest on the lower part of her nose, almost slipping as she looks up to you, cheeks blushed cause she's hella ashamed of it, hellhole. when she's in the club you almost rejoice in bliss happiness cause she has money, a pretty face, nice hands and more important — she's not a pervert guy.

there's a huge difference between a perverted guy and a perverted girl in your brain — cause while 50-years-old trying to hit on you disgust you, she's in her 30's and in the best fucking moment of her life and you’re struggling to not ask her to touch you.

"i- fuck. i really don't know why i'm here" ellie admitted the first time after seeing your pole routine of a much shorter version of bauhaus's 'bela lugosi's death', conflicted as you're pushed to talk to her because of your boss: business, it's fucking business "don't know how this works."

"you should ask me for a private dance," you reply, of course you want to dance for her, feel her closer and she won’t say no, no when your index finger trail down her collarbone "maybe you can start finding out by that."

there's something insanely hot about the idea of taking a woman so put together completely apart. ellie knows that, you do. so when she comes back again two nights after, and every-single-time after that, she makes sure to ask for you, name loud and clear in her lips as she enters and you know, just know it's going to be a good night — please, fucking pay for me the rest of the night.

wrong. sets back feminism at least 30 years, but ellie's there anyway, seated like she is during various times the week, letting you take control of her cause it's just what she needs, comfortably seated on a velvet couch with you on top; it seems like the cure to all her ruins — how is she not going to be infatuated with you? how is she not going to suffer from withdrawal when she don't see you for days?

"you know i can," she replies, and your skin shivers against the serious tone in her voice, almost recovered from her sore throat as she takes a sip from the heavy glass of neat whiskey in the table next to the seat "i can afford your lifestyle if that's what you're asking. let me take care of you."

she don't know what's so funny, what entertains you so much as you giggle on top of her, but ellie's distracted as she stares at the tiny underwear you're wearing, the friction between you and her as her fingers ache to reach and touch you, make the triangle on your ass to the damn side.

the sound of your laugh catches her off-guard, and she don’t think when her hand gently pushes you down, making you rest your weight against her legs and let yourself rub your thin underwear in her jeans: sin feels good when you do it right cause shit if it's not the best thing in the world when you're taking her hands in between yours, polished and soft, they guide ellie into your sides, allowing her to trail down your body before giving a sly look to the camera, almost afraid you're going to be caught.

leaving her hands in your thighs seems an invitation cause your movements get slower. fuck the song, if someone's looking, let the lucky bastard live enough to see ellie's hand rub circles in the skin of your inner leg, close to the little outfit you're pulling and barely manages to cover your cunt.

your back presses against her chest, resting against her frame as you move your hips in slow circles, making ellie feel the scent of your perfume in her nose, the way it lingers in the air surrounding the private room.

"ask me again," you whisper, and her gaze lingers in the front part of your body as you lay on top of her: the curves on your skin, the silver and glittery fabric that cover your tits — nipples hard beneath as she has the damn need to use her right hand to do something much better than just sweetly touching your fucking leg "i'll be your good new wife, let you whine about your important job, fuck the stress out of you, all domestic and shit."

it's the way you say it, how you move on top of her, the sparkles splattered in your skin that makes you seem almost ethereal, however it makes ellie moan as she's nodding already on an invisible leash you tied around her neck from the very first time she came, intoxicating, her right hand moves from your leg to your hip, back to your navel and up to your very ribs.

"they are going to see that," you said, the camera always a fucking reminder of her ripping need to have a bit of decency, self-control as ellie's cheeks turn red — "you cannot touch me, love."

"to be fair at this point club 976's alive thanks to me" draining her money cent by fucking cent, she’s sure she keeps the place rolling during the week "so let them be pissed, m'snatching their best worker and takin' her away from this dump anyway."

it must be evil, should be if it isn't, cause just like you landed on her lap you're swiftly turning to face her as you dance, dragging your nails across her chest as from this angle, she becomes aware of your barely covered pussy that grinds against her legs; yeah, she has a much better view of your fingers slipping beneath her belt, of you basking in bliss almost unaware of how stupid ellie’s left when you're around.

"you really mean that?" you ask almost like it's a secret, and she’s smashed with this need of pulling you into a kiss, get lost in the threads of your hair “don’t fuck with me ellie.”

"i'll pay for your nails," her words are warm, her breathing now heavier as her fingers toy with the hem of your underwear: one little tug and it will surely let ellie see your soaked folds, sure you're wet when she see's the splotch in your underwear, the darker hue right between your legs "your clothes, fuck. i'll take you to fancy restaurants anything you want, just- just say you let me."

she can’t pay for interest, that reaction you got when moving on top of her, that almost silent moan you make as you dancing or grinding to seek for more friction? fuck, ellie really don’t know it at this point.

“that’s enough for fifteen minutes,” she’s not aware also of the other people in the room until you’re standing up and she’s going to whine about the lack of guards until screaming at the guard that’s yanking ellie outside the club — “respect the girls or don’t fucking show up here, got it?”

“outside,” she manages to says to you as she’s being pulled “i’ll wait for you outside!”

the biggest surprise of the night though? she was serious, dead fucking serious; so when you’re leaving the club at almost five in the morning, she’s smoking there, back against her black mercedes as she tilts her head satisfied you’re looking out for her.

yes, ellie williams’s leash is tied to this pretty stripper she has in her sheets, spreaded over her kitchen island, under the cascading water of her shower, wearing her shirt, eating her food, taking her life — hand-cuffed.

[cheriedivine]

loser ellie core :P (my favorite core)

like&reblog! <3

[bowsick]

butch ! ellie ♡

after all your complaining about not dating, you finally psyched yourself up to go out to a bar. you’d spent so much time on your appearance, aiming to be approachable rather than having to make the first move— and yeah, you knew you looked good tonight.

even if, by some impossible chance, you didn’t, the look on the auburn-haired butch’s face affirmed it. her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, eyes locked on you like you were her next meal. you figured she'd approach you. but no. instead, she sank further into her seat, thighs spreading even wider.

was it hot in the bar already, or was that you? you made your way over to the counter, hoping to catch some kind of breeze on your flushed cheeks. even then you could feel her eyes trailing after you, burning into your back like she was trying to brand you.

you stole a subtle glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, her head was tilted to the side, eyes unapologetically glued to your ass before they slowly, deliberately dragged their way up to meet yours. the sheer audacity and confidence of this woman had your knees dangerously close to buckling.

you ordered a drink — just an accessory, really — and settled onto one of the barstools like you had all the time in the world. the girl hadn’t moved either, one arm still draped over the back of her chair while her other lazily lifted the neck of her beer bottle to her lips.

you were both playing the same game: look, but don’t chase. her knee bounced once, her fingers drummed on the glass, but otherwise, she was still. then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she used her free hand to roll up the sleeve of her orange-brown flannel, revealing a sexy tattoo.

fuck.

your eyes were glued, trailing over every detail. you took in the delicate ferns wrapped around her forearm and the hint of a moth peeking out from the angle she held it. she knew she had you by the way she smirked. she set her beer down and reached for a lime. you caught yourself leaning forward, pulled in by sheer interest and curiosity about this woman.

she rubbed the fresh lime across her tattoo in a deliberate line, dampening the skin before sprinkling a dusting of kosher salt over it. she nodded at her arm and lifted her beer right after, winking at you. she was enabling you— and god, it was fucking working.

it felt like an out-of-body experience, because before you knew it, she had you on her lap. “gonna do it f'me, doll?” she murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the thrum of the bar’s music, her salt-covered forearm lifted like an offering. you nodded, practically mindless as you leaning forward, tongue out.

you dragged your tongue across her warm flesh, tasting the sharp bite of lime and salt, then lifted your head just in time for her to tip her beer toward your mouth. “atta girl,” she muttered, smirking as you gulped down the cool, bitter drink.

you licked the last trace of salt from your lips, breath a little uneven, the taste of her skin and beer still lingering on your tongue. her hand came to rest casually on your waist, fingers splayed like she was claiming you without trying.

“ellie,” she finally said, voice low and unmistakably smug. “figured i should’ve introduced myself.”

you huffed a quiet laugh, your body slowly settling as the buzzing in your head began to simmer down. “nice to meet you, ellie,” you replied, voice softer than hers. “do you always start introduction like that?”

she grinned, titling her head back with lazy confidence. “can’t say too often. only when the time’s right.” she winked again, just as effortlessly cocky as before.

you feel that familiar throb pulsing through your body and settling in your clit, a slow, steady ache blooming in your core. the way she talked— casual and cocky— and the way she touched you with such confidence, like she already knew what you liked, had your head spinning.

she shifted slightly beneath you, letting her thigh press firmly between yours, and it took everything in you not to crumble. her smirk deepened, her hands sliding up your back. “you wanna get outta here, baby?”

you nodded way too quickly, but you couldn’t find it in you to care at all. “yes. yes. yes.”

she chuckled at your eagerness and pats your back, signaling for you to stand. and as she led you out of the bar, all you could think was how this was gonna please you beyond words.

[asunnysadgirl]

no bc why is it so scary. They’re so judgmental on both.

[violetwifey-deactivated20250518]

I always wanted to become an influencer since i was a little girl. But people are so judgmental there that my fear overpowered my dreams😔i might start with tumblr…people here are sweet <3

[strawb4kdior]

that's so realll - i love my moots on tumblr 🫶

my fav moots: @cosmiclily @ultravioletlane @krfttin @arahiraaai @bebeluvvv

[ultravioletlane]

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[violetscowgirl-deactivated20250]

thought I liked older men but turns out I was just gay

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[vicorices]

www.hotdozed.com/missdeath

18+ mdni, camgirl!reader, fucking-machine(r!receiving), ejaculating dildo, kind of loser!ellie, she has a serious parasocial relationship here, masturbation, slightly based on this video.

pic creds to @ellieabbyy also, as a side note, this is an special one bc i've reached 800 followers, i'll be doing a sevika and vi version connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, hope you enjoy my horny and much more fag version of avengers: endgame. wc: 1.5k

lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

it's not like she knows you — she don't. but you're on her computer screen every night, on her phone during the day and it's constant, so constant you're there stuck on her braincells until she cannot function properly, until she needs to come home and see you.

she's been stuck in this routine she cannot run from either, coming back from an exhausting five-hour class seasion on tuesday noon cause she knows that's when you scheduled your little live session back in hotdozed.com since you announced it the day before back in your socials.

so ellie's once again locking the door, hidden in between a dozen of poorly-hanged posters in the white walls of her room, closing the curtains cause she don't want to be disturbed: it's always like that, long, slender fingers shoved deep inside a needy pussy until she's there, legs spread on each side of the gamer chair she spends hours playing in, dildo kissing her entrance, barely hanging until she's forcing it inside and she tries to resist, hold her release as long as possible but you're there on her computer screen face-deep in another girl's cunt and fuck.

she gets why your username is miss death.

the image of you is sharp there on her computer, backpack on the floor, ellie's phone buzzes with some message she don't care about since you're there on the screen already and she's minutes late to your live transmission. any annoyance's being quickly erased when she sees the three-pieced-lingerie you're wearing as the music, distorted but clearly deftones, sounds in the background of the neat room you’re in, patiently waiting for more people to join in.

there's a cigarette on your hand and ellie can see the smoke in the air as you dance seated comfortably on the couch she has seen million times before and god — she cannot start masturbating already. you're just there, and ellie refuses to touch herself until she sees you dripping there for the camera.

"spacemoth has joined" you read getting closer to the video screen, giving a good sight of your tits as she can see your smile — "hey there baby, nice to see you here. was wondering if you were going to see me today."

now. ellie’s breathing gets stuck in her lungs for a moment cause you don't ever said anything to her directly, but it’s more than enough to make her squeeze her thighs together in pure, unbridled desire, underwear already dampening as you smoke unaware of the way she's leaking already for just a simple greeting.

"i can't say hi to everyone here ladies-" you chuckle in the stream when the chat claims your attention since they want to be welcomed like that as well "but there's too much people here- i'd never finish, spacemoth is some loyal watcher i recognize don't get jealous."

you recognize her. sweet fuck you recognize her.

⠀⠀zvika: loving the set, death.

⠀⠀hashfag: ass looking yummm

"you like it?" you ask, getting up just to show your lovely underwear, tiny g-string, flowery details on your bra that seems to hold your tits just in place: looks expensive, good, makes ellie starve — "been buying some things to surprise you guys, you're the ones who let me afford this things so might as well put up a good show."

it all downhill from there, plain nasty.

missdeath has always been fucking filthy, and maybe that's why you're one of the top creators in hotdozed, but today? today you reached a whole new level of sacrilege when there's this mechanic sound in the air mixing well with the rock, slow music and your moans as the camera gives a hella good view of the fucking machine pushing the leaky dildo into your wet cunt, slightly bend right in the waist, ellie can still see your face in the screen as you use your hands to spread your ass-cheeks apart and give an even better view of the swollen folds of your pussy as you clearly struggle to take it in: fucking dedication.

so god-fucking-bless-ejaculating-dildos. it's a miracle cause ellie don't really know how she's not stuffing her own cunt with her own fingers at the sight of you so fucked out like that, but she's absorbed there, paralyzed as she can hear through her computer speakers, the wet sounds of your pussy making room for the big dildo who's already painting your insides white.

it's a mess, your floor must be a mess cause everything's white as ellie seems to take pity on herself when her fingers rub on her neglected cunt, already in her undies cause she knows she wont be able to just watch — that she needs something to do about it, satisfy every end of her feverish needs. it drips from between your legs, stains your skirt, sticks in between your legs and all over your ass, the fake cum just keeps leaking and fucking leaking.

so yes, lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

about being able to reach you, arms lengh — she'd pull you deeper against the fucking machine cause you can take it, she has seen it before, whisper against your ear how good you’re doing it, how warm you feel against her own body.

⠀⠀cherryvi: such a good slut taking cock, push it deeper.

the subscriber sends a good amount of d-tokens that seems to be a lot of money, must be since ellie can see your hips moving down and you're bending just in right angle so the machine is pushing the dildo balls deep and good-fucking-life, cause you look full, cock must be rubbing consistently against your cervix and ellie herself is parting her legs wider to finger-fuck herself better, your moans get louder, gripping on your tits, and it's a miracle that you're even standing, cause your legs are shaking so much she doubts you can keep on your feet.

"will you fill me out this good with your strap?" you ask looking at the camera from over your shoulder, half lidded eyes, you can barely finish the sentence, fucked out expression already as the cum continues to leak from between your legs — "bet you'd fuck me even better."

"oh-fuck," ellie moans, face hot, her body temperature rises until she's sweating, cursing under her breath as the wet sound of her own cunt being overused mingles with yours throughout the shiny, dirty screen — "that's s'good-"

she can see the moment your fingers make when you turn on the speed of the machine even faster, a hollow, almost choked out sound filling the room you're in as the microphone seems to catch every noise of it, the pornographic noise of your moans, the way you shake and you force yourself to keep taking it either way.

ellie likes it because it's real, much real when the average content creator only moans for a male audience all dumb and dull, don't fake it like other users in hotdozed. the pleasure that's contorting your face it's real and tangible, your erratic movements taking cock like you were made for it are nothing but true and fucking delicious.

shit you'd look so good with her cock nestled inside, warmed up, slippery as ellie fills you out.

and she'd like to send you money too. be actively commenting like other users do but her hands are busy, way too busy when a wet, lewd sound fills the air every time she thrusts her fingers inside and her cunt clenches at the invasion of three digits curled all the way in. it's imminent, crashes like thunder and it's a disaster just like your damn stream — ellie’s leaking all over her gamer chair and you're trying to resist cause the d-tokens keeps coming until you finally cum, not really stopping but making the machine go slower, slower until you're falling into the couch and you're smiling, still pushing the fake cum from inside you as you make a nice close up of your used, swollen pussy already sticky.

⠀⠀spacemoth: always taking it like a champ.

ellie’s donation catches your attention soon after, and she can see it too: barely focused gaze reading her comment before smiling at it, glistening cunt, arousal already well mixed with the white cum still leaking out.

“you liked it?” you’re talking to her, must be. rough voice, strained as you’re staring at the camera, letting the public have a good look of your still tweaking pussy as you try to catch your breath “are you going to stay and keep playing with me spacemoth? don’t leave yet.”

and ellie’s making another donation this time, a higher one than before cause fuck it: she wont buy shit online for a while, this is important.

⠀⠀spacemoth: gonna shove those pretty fingers up in your pussy? you’re missing a lot of cum and you shoud be full.

shit.

she’s going to masturbate again now, it’s an utter need as she’s turned on as ever again when you’re doing what she asked without a second though.

oh how ellie loved the internet.

oh how she loved hotdozed and her little miss death.

[vicorices]

(self resposting cause FUCK shadowbanning)