dyk3ang3l

[dyk3ang3l]

we’re not at Wendy’s anymore, toto…

SYNOPSIS: dropping fries or drawals?

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

WARNINGS: THIS IS CRACK AND VERY UNSERIOUS! FT. AGGRESSIVE FLIRTING, oc is a big titty pansexual and the wendy’s robin hood, ellie is a butch-dyking, fry-dropping misandrist who frowns a lot, mentions of mary jay, MDNI: TIT AND SPIT PLAY, MILD DIRTY TALK

A/N: i literally have no plan for this it’s just for shits n gigs. obsessed with their dynamic lowkey first part LOL

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This is not how Ellie thought she’d be spending her 15: outside at 11:47PM with her best friend calling her loose.

“This whole time, I thought, “wow, maybe Ellie has changed! Maybe she isn’t easy anymore”, but look at you! It took one hotbox and a hot box to—“

She massages her temples, “Riley—“

“I can’t lie and say y'all wouldn’t be hot together—Imma need that tape by the way, but Jesus Christ, get a grip—“

Why’d Ellie think confiding in her best friend about her new friend would be a good idea? Why’d she think befriending you in the first place was a good idea?

You’ve infiltrated her midnight sessions like a demonic witch. 3 days of pure torture: her waking up an hour before work steaming under her blankets, drenched in sweat and brain cursed with the image of you still with a full throat, only now… it follows her to work. Fuckass Wendy’s.

No one’s caught on—except for Riley, fuck her intuition—to the too long gazes shared between you, the playful shoulder bumps when you walk by her station, and the biggest one of all…

As Riley put it, “they’re not leaving a snail trail on the tile anymore. I think you tamed ‘em a little. Good for you, friend.”

But Ellie’s not trying to tame you. You can do, talk to, fuck, who and whatever you please. She doubts she’s made that much of an impact on you in such a short amount of time, but she does notice that you’re a bit more… chill? Chilled out? Still a menace, but slightly more selective with who you enchant.

That fucking shirt is still too tight, though.

And now, she wants to dunk whoever’s accepted your muted salaciousness into her 400 degree oil tank.

Ellie’s not a jealous person… She wasn’t, but there’s a deep sense of rage that overtakes her whenever men men men compliment you. It’s murderous, borderline sadistic what she envisions in her head while she throws their cheese slices on their limp. Dick. Fries. She despises their existence, wants nothing more than for them to die, or at the very least, shut the fuck up—

“I invited them over tonight.”

“… WHAT THE FUCK—“

… Yeah. Ellie felt so guilty about rain-checking you last week, but her cat got sick. Her baby wouldn’t stop vomiting.

A head pokes out from behind the back door, “Uh, y’all break ended 7 minutes ago.”

… Clock watcher. Maybe Ellie doesn’t hate all men. Jesse’s a guardian angel sent to protect her against the incoming force that is her best friend.

“BITCH, IT’S TUESDAY, WE’RE DEAD!” Riley shouts in his direction, “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE COMING OVER—“

“Who’s coming over? Coming here? Health inspectors?—“

“I needa pee.” Ellie’s already booking it towards the restroom, an excited Riley trucking close behind while Jesse panics about The Pope possibly eating at Wendy’s in the middle of fucking Wyoming.

“WHO’S COMING TONIGHT? HELLOOO—“

“YOU—YOU’RE FAKE AS HELL! YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME ABOUT Y’ALL—“

“Shut up, I’m peeing, byeee, love ya, bye I needa pee, bye—“

The door shuts and locks, but she hears them yelling. A couple bangs on the door.

Just when she thought she found sanctuary…

“Hey.”

You stand by the mirror adjusting your tits in your tight ass shirt. All buttons are undone today, just her fucking luck.

“… You didn’t lock the door.”

“I wasn’t pissing.” You hold Pennifer up in your hand like a trophy, and Ellie snickers.

“Started without me?”

“Was fienin’,” With no hesitation, you offer it over, “Wanna pregame?”

She doesn’t mean to snatch it, but she’s a bit jittery. She puffs from, exhales in the opposite direction from you.

“I like when you do that.” Your tongue sounds larger in your mouth. Ellie has to puff again to keep from laughing.

“Do what. Get high on the job?” She whirs around smoke, but you ignore her.

“Tough night?” You nod towards the door that’s still being punched in by Riley.

“Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

“I HATE YOU, BITCH! NEXT TIME YOU WANNA SNEAK, LEMME KNOW—“

“Damn… what happened?”

“I just… I told her you were coming over tonight.” She hands Pennifer back.

Ellie’s surprised when you laugh. She half expected you to be irritated for snitching you both out to someone at work, was so prepared to ride for how trustworthy Riley is, that she wouldn’t get you both fired for workplace flirting and potential bathroom fondling.

But you don’t seem to care, just asks a simple question,

“Should I be concerned?”

She knows what you’re implying. Her head immediately shakes in denial. “I told you. Just a friend. She’s just nosy.”

“Alrighty,” you purr, and Ellie’s heart skyrockets when you take 2 steps closer. The bathroom suddenly feels like a funnel tube. Tight, closed-off, trapping, but she doesn’t leave. The door’s right there; she can’t bring herself to open it.

The pounding suddenly comes to a pause before irritated footsteps vacate the outside.

Ellie can’t stop the ache that blooms in her core or the watering of her mouth when both your hands rise to rest on your chest, the pudge poking through the gaps between your fingers. Either you're that soft, or you’re not wearing a bra.

“Buttons or no buttons?” Asked with fluttery lashes.

Ellie swallows. “One button.” For my fucking sanity, she wants to add, but you got enough ego to cover a goddamn army.

“Help me? Full hands ‘n allat.” That bottom lip juts out slightly and your lashes flutter, and it takes everything for Ellie to not press your face against this filthy ass door. Never in her life did she think she’d reach this level of depravity, but it’s been days. Days. She’s fucking starving for you.

Unfortunately, she has smidge of dignity, and wants you to keep yours.

So she buttons the last one, knuckles brushing against that small sliver of skin, taking in the way your pupils shake with every maneuver of her fingers. Your gaze alone could light a match. Start a forest fire. Burn this whole building to the fucking ground if you wanted.

“Thanks!” You say in your usual bushy-tailed tone, gently shoving Ellie aside to unlock and open the door. “Hi, favorite coworkers!”

The screaming stops, and Ellie’s head knocks back on the wall.

The last thing she wants to do is see her friends' faces. Riley’s hollering is enough.

“… WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON—“

Ellie’s sigh leaves her breathless.

—

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

Ellie shuts the door behind her, untangles her earplugs from around her neck to drop them, along with her keys, on the dining room table before shrugging her jacket off.

You were pretty quiet on the ride over. Made her a little nervous… A lot nervous.

“Why, thank you.” Ellie can’t hide her smile at your courtesy.

She watches your wandering eyes, moving all over her decorated walls, sloppy paint jobs, shredded up couch from kitten claws. She hopes you don’t notice the coffee stain that she could never remove.

“‘S very you.”

“I would hope so,” her feet carry her to the kitchen, “want a drink? I haaave…” She inspects her fridge. Empty, minus the to-go box, 3 beers, and 2 jugs of berry Minute Maid.

… Awkward. You’re a peckish pothead. Couldn’t even bother to get you a meal on the way home. Dumbass.

“Damn, bitch, no water?” You laugh, and Ellie huffs.

“You’re lucky I drank all my O-negative this morning. You’d be pissing yourself.”

“Sike, I’d buss it wide open for a vampire.”

She flushes before shutting the fridge and guiding you to the couch with a hand on your back.

“We matching? Or are you robbing me again?” You nudge her playfully before rummaging through your purse, and Ellie follows, pulling two jays out of her backpack.

Soon enough, your hands are stocked with Pennifer, a ziplock baggie of your own pre-rolls, and a… fucking butane lighter that your hand can barely close around.

“Goddamn—“

You cackle. “Shut up! Couldn’t find my pink one.”

“So you brought a fucking campfire?”

“If you’re gonna judge, you can spark yourself. Don’t mind m—“

Ellie snatches your lighter with an eye roll that borderline launches them to her brain, flickering the lighter on. It feels like a fucking fireplace. You’re ridiculous.

But you’re quiet. Ellie sparks the end with as much skill as you did last week.

Speaking of.

“Sorry I had to cancel a few days ago—”

“No need to be.”

“My cat got sick and it freaked me out. So. Yeah.”

“Aww, nooo,” you whine sympathetically. Even in your times of softness, that pout makes her lightheaded.

“Where's the baby? Is it okay?”

“He’s fine now. With my… dad.” She passes the jay to you. Watches you puff like a hawk, tinted chapstick smearing the edge. “I pick him up tomorrow.”

“That’s good. What’s the baby’s name?”

“Stewart.” She says stoically.

“… Is he orange?”

“Yes.”

“I can tell. He fucked this couch up.”

Ellie smiles. “You should see my room.”

“Is that an invite?”

Her heart stutters in her chest, but her gaze doesn’t falter from yours. She simply takes the joint from your grip, speaks around her puff.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

“Well.”

“Well what.” She pins.

“I want your mouth on my tits.”

“… And I want your tits in my mouth.” She speaks through a dry throat and a thrumming core, your tone set deep in her bones.

You nod your head once before unbuttoning the button she buttoned for you earlier, leaving your greasy cloth on the floor.

“Well… Lean.” Your hands gesture backwards.

And Ellie does, back pressed against her couch cushions, joint hanging from her fingers, almost as low as her eyes. You throw a leg over her lap, tits jiggling in her face.

She nearly yanks you down onto her lap when your lips curl around the joint, the orange end cresting like the sun in the morning.

“Suck on ‘em.” Smoke wafts in her face and she curses low and broken.

Your nipple beckons her lips and your hand flies to yank at her hair, pleased whines leaving your lips and vibrating down to her toes. She can barely gather the strength to rub on you like she wants; she’s too enraptured by your softness.

And your filth. That fucking mouth...

“You’re eating ‘em up like a fucking slut.” You whisper in astonishment before pressing a kiss atop her head. Ellie moans around you in response, tongue swirling messily around your areola before suctioning your nipple, drinking in your satisfied squeaks.

One of your nipples is more sensitive than the other. It's cute how loud you get when her teeth rub on them. Just an inch. Enough to get you jumping on her lap like a bunny.

They’re so heavy on her tongue, so soft in her mouth. She’s sure her jeans are staining with her slick… and yours. She can practically smell you.

“Ellie, ‘m—oh fuck, I might cum—“

Her muscles act on their own accord, her joint-less hand coming down to whack your ass, mouth popping off to spit sloppy on both your tits, rubbing her mess in with her tongue.

“You’re so hot, you’re so hot, m’cumming, ohhh fuck—“

Your arm closes tight on the back of her neck, shoving her face tight against your breasts and she accepts that she’ll happily die here: under you, trapped by your scent and your skin and your yipped thanks for the nut.

You have to shove Ellie off your tits after your comedown, thighs clamping shut on her lap when her teeth nick your more sensitive nip, her mouth matching your chest in wetness.

“Fuck.” She exhales, head plummeting on the back of the couch. Tokes one last time. Blows it in your face between giving you one.

“I thought you were a fucking prude when I met you. My fault.” You exhaust through heaves and clouds. She shakes her head uncaringly, massages your tit just to watch you twitch.

“You want another one?” She asks plainly despite the throbbing between her thighs.

“… You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure… After you show me what’s in your nightstand.”

Ellie chuckles. She’s always loved a bargain.

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applied to like 30 different dispensaries near me PLEASE PLEASE manifest pray fucking whatever that i get hired at one of them so i can stop working at this stupid ass FUCKING gas station. i’m so sick and tired of not getting treated like a human by half of the customers, my new manager is genuinely stupid and doesn’t know how to run/manage a store he just fired one of my favorite coworkers for being on his phone when literally EVERYBODY is on their phone including me. like how is that fair???

but yeah let’s hope on everything that i get hired at least part time for now and get more money than i make now 🙏

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OKAY BASSVICTIM THIS THEME EATS

BASSVICTIM LISTENING MUTUAL OMG I WON HIIIIII THANK YOU!!😇😇

i just seen your theme and oh my god it’s so pretty i love that shade of blue so much🩵 also caroline polachek profile pic hello?? love her so much

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

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hello hello hello....i have been wanting to visit mutuals some more and pop by so HIIIIIII!!!!! i wanted to say hello...and also that you are amazing and so lovable and i am so happy to be moots 💚 we have fr been mutuals for so long u are a real og and i love it sm AN ICON A LEGEND!!!!!! i hope you are doing okay and taking care of yourself dear syd!!!! ILY!!!! and also here is a song i have been listening to a lot that i wanna share....hope it speaks to ya if not bring out the saw traps its okay!!!

omg HIIII!!!😇😇 i am also so happy to be moots no way… you are saying this me?? like you’re kidding. ily2 i hope you are also doing well and taking care of yourself thank you so much!:))) omg i’ll definitely give that song a listen right now thank you for the rec, i’m sure i won’t have to bring out the saw trap your music recs never ever fail 🙅🏻‍♀️ i’d give a music rec but honestly i have just been listening to clairo’s and pink pantheress’s newest albums on repeat… but thank you for stopping byyy my inbox is always open!🩵

also i never said anything about your new theme im OBSESSEDDDD!!!

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ty for the tag plutooo!!! i had a lot of fun making this it took me forever though cause i couldn’t choose an outfit 😭

let’s just imagine i have this many tattoos and extremely long hair, id say this is pretty accurate to how i look!! (i want a parrot so badly)

feel free to join to my followers and also mutuals if you see this i never know who to tag lalalalala <333

Did a picrew, thanks to someone's oc i saw a while back

picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769

pressure tags: @amirmeavid do the fucking picrew bastard.

no-pressure tags: @fe3lthethunder @cepheusgalaxy @juudaimes-true-form @sarah-ankh @irohs-tea-boy and anyone else who wants to try

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im gonna cry u writing is sososo good 😿 it was necessary Ellie x reader Fluff i just love that 😓❤️ also can u make a wife!Ellie just her being sweet w reader and stuff like that, have a great weekend 🩷

mrs. williams

a/n: thank you ☺️ this whole thing is just word vomit but it’s super fluffy word vomit so it’s fine, anyways hope you enjoy!🪿

dividers from hyuneskkami on tumblr

you wake up with the feeling of warmth surrounding you, the sunlight seeping through the window onto your face and ellie’s body heat radiating off of her and onto you. you turn around in ellie’s arms to face her, “morning wife.” ellie says with a cheeky grin, “morning to you too, wife.” you mumble while leaning in to give her a kiss, she kisses you back, rolls out of bed and says, “i’ll be right back.” you frown at the loss of her presence and she just shoots you a wink as she heads down the stairs.

for the next thirty minutes you drift in and out sleep, becoming fully awake when ellie comes back into y’all’s room holding two mugs. “sleeping beauty, it’s time to get up. i have a fun day planned and we must start the day early.” you turn to face ellie with a groan, “five more minutes please?” you say giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “fine, but you better be downstairs in twenty minutes. i’m making pancakes.” you give her a thumbs up as you bury your face in your pillow, “i left a mug of coffee for you on the nightstand for when you want to get up.” she says as she exits the room.

you arrive downstairs wearing one of ellie’s shirts, walking through the kitchen and placing the coffee mug on the counter. you walk up behind ellie and wrap your arms around her, taking in her scent. she smells faintly of coffee and your vanilla body wash, “well looks decided to join me.” she teases as she turns around to give you a kiss. the kiss deepens and before you know it she lifting you up and placing you on the counter. you guys continue your make out session until you pull away, “ellie baby, the pancakes are smoking.” you warn her, “don’t care, just wanna keep kissing your pretty lips.” you giggle, “as much as i would love that, we can’t have the smoke detector go off again.” you say as you push her towards the stove. she heads over taking care of the pancakes but not before stealing one last kiss.

once the pancakes are done ellie joins you over at the table which is littered with many random things. the newspaper neither of you have read, empty mugs, candles, and a polaroid photo of you and ellie on y’all’s wedding day. both of you wide eyed and smiley. ellie hands you a plate of pancakes and you thank her by leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. “so mrs. williams, what fun things do you have planned for the day?” you question while having a mouth full of pancake, “well mrs. williams, i was thinking we could go to the bookstore and then go feed ducks. sound good?” “sounds perfect.”

yall finish your pancakes while talking about everything and nothing, like right now ellie is trying to sell you on why shauna shipman isn’t actually evil, “i’m not convinced, i still think she’s evil.” you say, ellie just rolls her eyes, “one day i’ll convince you, trust.” she says while taking y’all’s dishes to the kitchen. “go get ready, i wanna leave before it gets too crowded.” you hum in approval, walking over and giving ellie another kiss before heading back upstairs.

you’re finally ready, leaving your room to meet ellie downstairs. as you reach the bottom steps you see ellie watching you, “you looks absolutely beautiful sweetheart.” ellie says in awe, you stop at the end of the stairs and curtsy for her, “why thank you, you look rather beautiful yourself.” you profess as you walk right into ellie’s arms. you two stay like this for a moment, just holding each-other like nothing else matters. ellie’s the first to let go, giving you a kiss, taking your hand, and leading you out the front door.

on the drive to the bookstore ellie is no less of a gentlewoman. opening your door and giving you a kiss before you get in, playing your favorite songs, and a hand holding yours the whole ride there.

you two walk into the bookstore hand in hand, instantly heading for the comic book section. ellie instantly freaking out over the plethora of spider-man comics. although you’re not as into comics as she is you still listen intently as she explains the lore of the batman comics to you for the next fifth-teen minutes. after obtaining new knowledge about batman you and ellie decide to pick out a new book for eachother to read. you chose a fantasy romance book for ellie and ellie chose a murder mystery book for you. ellie purchased the books along with a new comic and y’all walk hand in hand out the store, heading to the park.

you and ellie are sitting near the edge of the pond, arms stretched out, feeding the ducks leaves of lettuce. “you’d be a great duck mom.” ellie says while watching you pet the duck that you’ve now named frances, “you think so?” “yeah, you would be a really hot duck mom.” you just giggle, reaching into your bag, taking out your camera and snapping a few photos of ellie feeding the ducks, you even manage to get a photo of her holding a duck.

it’s been long since yall have fed the ducks, now residing under a tree, seeking comfort in each-others warmth. your head is resting in ellie’s lap, eyes fluttering closed as ellie softly runs her hand through your hair. “you’re so beautiful baby, i can’t believe i got to marry you.” she says, planting a kiss to your head. “y’know… i almost said no when you proposed.” ellie’s hand stops moving through your hair, “what?? you’re not serious.” you laugh, “i’m joking, i would’ve been crazy if i said no to you.” ellie just sighs as she lightly flicks your forehead. you guys stay at the park until sunset, and after many sunset photos later yall decide it’s time to head home.

back at home you’re perched on the counter reading off the instructions to a pasta recipe. “no no ellie the vodka goes in after the sauce not before.” you sigh, covering your face with your hands. “it’s fine baby, it’s all going in the same place anyways.” you just sigh, not being able to take her seriously in her ‘kiss the chef’ apron. while the pasta sauce is cooking ellie comes over to you and stands in between your legs, hands resting on your waist. “you look absolutely perfect right now, i could just kiss you until i stop breathing.” your hands find their place on ellie’s cheeks, pulling her into a deep kiss. “you have such a way with words williams.” you kiss her again, “what can i say, having a beautiful wife makes it really easy.” she smirks, kissing you again, this time biting your lip a little. “the sauce ellie.” you mumble, pulling way. she walks over to the stove muttering, “this is your fault you know.” you gasp, “my fault?” “mhm, you’re too beautiful, it’s distracting.”

sitting on the couch, curled up next to eachother, bowls of pasta in hand with yellowjackets is playing in the background. the pasta is long forgotten as both of yall are too engrossed in the show. “if i died in the wilderness would you eat me?” ellie asks, “if you were already dead then yes but if i had to kill you absolutely not.” “fair, i’d eat you to be honest, bet you’d taste pretty good.” you fake offense, “bet you’d enjoy it though, you little freak.” “yeah and you married this freak so you can’t complain.” you just shrug your shoulders and lean into her, head on her shoulder, hand intertwined with hers.

you ended up falling asleep on ellie’s shoulder. she let you sleep for a while before deciding it’s time for bed. she picks you up and carries you up the stairs to y’all’s room. she lays you gently down in the bed, crawling in bed after you. she pulls you to her chest and begins stroking your hair, she’s convinced it grounds her. before she drifts off to sleep she whispers, “i love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever walked into my life.” placing a final kiss to the top of your head.

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casino dealer!ellie with a masc/butch!reader

♧ casino dealer!ellie who's been eyeing you ever since you walked in, freshly pressed suit outlining your arms a little too perfectly, silver rings shining in the neon lights of the floor

♧ casino dealer!ellie who gets nervous the second you step up to the table she was dealing, greeting you with a curt nod and a little 'welcome'

♧ casino dealer!ellie whose hands shake as she shuffles and distributes the cards, trying her damndest not to stare when you light up a cigar

♧ casino dealer!ellie who gets really shifty as the game starts, the room suddenly too hot as she rolls up the sleeves of her white button up, leaning a hand against the blackjack table

♧ casino dealer!ellie who'd be impressed with your skills if she wasn't distracted, watching you lazily toss a reckless amount of chips forward before leaning back into your seat, spreading your thighs like you knew what you were doing

♧ casino dealer!ellie who flushes when she eventually drags her eyes back up from you crotch belt, making direct eye contact with you - staring at her with a raised brow and a shit eating grin

♧ casino dealer!ellie who tries to play it off with a quiet scoff, continuing on with the round

♧ casino dealer!ellie whose shift ends a few hours in, reluctantly leaving the table with a few stolen glances at you

♧ casino dealer!ellie who gets stopped by you on her way out, striking up a short conversation

♧ casino dealer!ellie who loses all sense of self preservation when you offer to take her back to your car. if she was gonna get killed, at least it was by someone who looked like that

♧ casino dealer!ellie who follows you to your black cadillac escalade, drinking in the sight of you sitting on the back bench before she clambers into your lap

♧ casino dealer!ellie who all but moans into your mouth when you make out with her, sucking on your tongue as soon as you push it past her lips

♧ casino dealer!ellie who realizes you're packing when she feels your strap through your pants, the size pressing dauntingly against her inner thigh as your mouth trails down her jaw, sucking at her pulse point

♧ casino dealer!ellie who doesn't take long to push off you to get level with your hips, fumbling with the buckle of your belt

♧ casino dealer!ellie who looks up at you when she grabs the base of the strap, breathing labored as she sticks her tongue out to flatten it on the tip

♧ casino dealer!ellie who takes as much of the silicone as she can before gagging, pulling back for a second before sinking her mouth back down onto the toy

♧ casino dealer!ellie who lets you tangle your fingers in her hair, eyes flitting closed when she starts to bob her head

♧ casino dealer!ellie who sets her hand on the harness near the base, thumb finding its way past the leather to rub at your clit through your boxers

♧ casino dealer!ellie who grins (to the best of her abilities) when she hears you groan, only for your hips to buck up into her mouth, causing her to gag around the girth penetrating her throat

♧ casino dealer!ellie whose free hand slips from your hip, darting down to her own pants as she loosens her belt just enough to push past it, the dull throb of her neglected cunt becoming too much to continue to leave alone

♧ casino dealer!ellie who sinks two fingers into herself with no warm up, sitting up on her knees against her heels to give just enough space to start pumping them in and out of herself

♧ casino dealer!ellie who works herself up relatively quickly, fingers curling relentlessly against her g-spot, aiming to cum with you

♧ casino dealer!ellie who gives up on actually sucking your strap, just keeping her mouth around it, focusing more on using her hands simultaneously

♧ casino dealer!ellie who practically bashes up her insides as she gets close, wrist pulling back and forth rapidly when she finds the angle that gets her thighs shaking, thumb applying pressure as she strokes your clit with a newfound fervor

♧ casino dealer!ellie who moans around the plastic when she cums, squeezing her eyes shut when you thrust the entire length down her throat from the intensity of your own orgasm

♧ casino dealer!ellie who pulls away to rest her head on your thigh, catching her breath before meeting your eyes, smiling

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can we tell i've never stepped foot in a casino yay or nay .... ALSO NGL ION RLLY LIKE THIS ONE BUT IT WAS THE MOST FINISHED OUT OF THE THREE

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“you attract what you fear” aaaa pretty girl who wants my fingers in her mouth aaaa im so scared help me aaaaaa pretty girl on her knees sucking my strap aaaaa

[dyk3ang3l]

right so i was working on Punish… tell me why i didn’t put the actual writing and the summary/pictures in the same draft. what do i do now.

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warning: reblogging this post summons her at 3am.

18+ ⋮ desperately need a feralwife!ellie who:

౨ৎ records you riding her without asking, saves it in a folder on her desktop named taxes and watches it every time she’s left alone with nothing but her hand to keep her pussy company, the filthy video reflecting on her too-big, nerdy glasses.

౨ৎ pulls you into her lap during dinner just so she can innocently grind her thigh up into you and call you dramatic when a soft mhph slips out.

౨ৎ asks if you’re ovulating just to get on her knees and say she can “smell it,” and she can—this fuckin’ horndog swears she can taste it in your sweat, savour it in the air, and see it in the sway of your hips.

౨ৎ moans your name into your pillow when she humps it on days you’re too tired to fuck—cause she’d never dare push you into anything you don’t feel like doing. she’ll even give you a five-star massage and put you to sleep. either way, she always leaves a sticky patch on your side of the bed like a dog in heat marking territory.

౨ৎ gets a rush from public stuff. like letting her fingers brush the inside of your thigh under the dinner table at family events, then gaslighting you right after. “what a snowflake, i wasn’t even doin’ anything.”

౨ৎ manifests sex by walking around the house with a white, see-through tank top and Calvin Klein boxers. ngghhh.

౨ৎ masturbates to your voice notes when you’re at work—casual, boring updates about what you’ve eaten or done—and she’s fingering herself to your laugh like it’s the best porn she’s ever witnessed. obsessed much? nah. she calls it devotion. same goes for the sound of your voice during arguments, she replays voice memos where you’re yelling at her and imagining you doing it naked. she needs you mean. it’s a necessity, not a want.

౨ৎ presses her strap into your ass while folding laundry together, completely deadpan, like she’s not wearing that thing just to get you dripping. “oops. my bad.”

౨ৎ fucks you in front of the huge mirror hanging in your bedroom so she can see your face falling apart in real time, pulling your hair while hissing, “look at you, look at what i do to you,” and she pounds you like she’s trying to milk your womb and get you pregnant. she cruelly slows down when you’re about to cum, “i know, i know baby—it’s too much, but you’re takin’ it so good,” and won’t stop until your legs shake. keeps going even when you sob, pressing apologetic kisses to your neck and the blade of your shoulder. “one more, i know you’ve got one more in you, for me, c’mon.”

౨ৎ moans your name while she comes in her boxers from dry humping your soaked pussy, shaking like an electrocuted virgin, “fuckfuckfuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” #bringdryhumpingback

౨ৎ gets emotionally and spiritually hard off watching you sleep. not in a romantic way either. she just stares at your parted lips, your shirt riding up, and whispers filthy things under her breath like a creep. and when you do catch her, she doesn’t even look ashamed.

౨ৎ slips her thigh between yours while you’re sleeping, just to keep you open. not even trying anything… unless you move in your sleep.

౨ৎ plays with the hem of your panties when you’re knocked out, fingertips ghosting the lacy edges. sometimes even tucks her hand under your waistband and falls asleep like that.

౨ৎ sleeptalks filth, whimpering your name. “just a taste, babe, please…” then wakes up with her boxers wet and pretends not to remember what the dream was about... even after orgasming three times in her sleep.

౨ৎ grinds in her sleep, needy little humps against the fat of your ass with her arm locked around your waist.

౨ৎ asks if she can nap between your legs, then accidentally falls asleep face-first against your pussy, arms slung around your thighs like you’re some kind of personal mattress.

౨ৎ cries if you don’t let her eat you out when you’re on your period, tells you she’s just spiritually cleansing you from the inside out and that “real love is messy.”

౨ৎ watches old videos of you gagging around her strap when you’re not home, whispering “that’s my fuckin’ wife” while she jerks herself to tears. in her defence, she’s a proud wife.

౨ৎ offers to shave your pussy for you but keeps “accidentally” bumping her knuckles against your clit between passes. “oops,” she drawls, fingers already prying your lips open.

౨ৎ tucks her strap into her boxers before bed, praying you’ll climb on and use her while she’s still asleep.

౨ৎ gets lowkey jealous of your vibrator, calls it names under her breath, and once threw it across the room because it made you come faster than she did (she set a timer). later apologized. to you, not the vibrator.

౨ৎ refuses to wash her face after you sit on it.

౨ৎ makes you sign odd contracts before sex as a joke, but they’re full of “i allow ellie to smell my armpits as much as she wants” and “ellie owns my socks now.”

౨ৎ remembers what you wore on your first date, and gets genuinely mad if you ever try to throw it away.

౨ৎ has an entire notes app filled with your old texts. every compliment you’ve ever given her, she’s written down and reads them back when her brain starts lying again. she even keeps little stolen moments trapped in polaroids of you, tucked in corners of the house.

౨ৎ makes sims of the two of you, builds fake lives, and gets jealous if sim-you flirts with npcs.

౨ৎ gets genuinely upset when you don’t tag her in italian brainrot reels or spam her with random tiktoks. “so you got a side chick, huh?”

౨ৎ says “i would’ve loved you in every lifetime,” with such passion it feels like a threat. “if your soul was reincarnated into a cockroach, i’d still marry you.”

౨ৎ shuts down for ten full minutes when you say someone else is funny, then tries to make you laugh harder just to “win” you back. when it doesn’t work, she sits there questioning everything she’s ever said to you.

౨ৎ claims she wants to be buried next to you when the day comes, and already has a google doc planning it. she showed it to you once at 2am and cried when you laughed.

౨ৎ keeps the tag from the first hoodie you ever bought her, tucked in her wallet like a family heirloom.

౨ৎ snoops through your childhood photo albums not to judge you, but to fall deeper in love with the little version of you she never got to meet :( 

౨ৎ refuses to delete your old voicemails, even if they’re just about picking up milk. she has them backed up on a usb, just in case.

౨ৎ stalks your spotify activity. you listen to one breakup song and she’s immediately texting, “you okay?” all concerned like she didn’t just have a mini mental breakdown five minutes before sending that.

౨ৎ laminated screenshots of your first convo and hid them in her guitar case. when you laughed, she deadass called you toxic and didn’t speak to you until you apologized.

౨ৎ has a secret scrapbook of you, but is too shy to show you because it’s full of stolen receipts, screenshots, and the wrapper from the first snack you shared.

౨ৎ gets real quiet real fast every time you say “i need space.” (even if you just mean the couch.) her poor brain goes straight to divorce → abandonment → enemy arc unlocked.

౨ৎ asks every six months if you’d still love her if she lost all her limbs, and takes your answer very seriously.

౨ৎ tugs on your necklace while you’re talking, dragging you closer mid-sentence just to kiss you quiet, “you talk too pretty to ignore.”

౨ৎ cups your tits from under your shirt while you’re watching tv, just to keep her palms full and use them as stress balls.

౨ৎ gets pouty if you roll away from her mid-sleep, grumbling “rude” under her breath and spoons you aggressively out of spite. 

౨ৎ pretends to be asleep just to see if you’ll touch her, and if you do brush her hair or stroke her side, she’s smiling into the pillow like a pathetic loser.

౨ৎ starts overthinking the moment you seem distant, even if it’s just work stress. she spirals in silence, convinced she’s done something wrong, and won’t say anything until you pry it out of her. “you’re not bored of me, right?”

౨ৎ compares herself to every girl you follow, scrolling through their pages late at night with a pit in her stomach, wondering if they’re more your type than she is. spoiler: they’re not.

౨ৎ pulls away when she’s insecure, even though she craves your touch more than anything. she goes cold, starts sleeping on the edge of the bed until you notice (you always notice). she doesn’t ask for reassurance right away, but instead she drops weird hints “you don’t have to stay with me, you know,” or “if you ever wanted someone else, i’d get it.”

౨ৎ packs your lunch with dumb sticky notes saying “eat this or i’ll cry.”

౨ৎ used to call you her wife even before she proposed, and even now, years later, she still asks if you wanna grow old together, adding a little scared “if that’s okay” at the end that breaks your heart all over again.

[dyk3ang3l]

There will be attempts to sway public opinion in the coming days and weeks. You’re going to see a lot of new accounts trying to start discourse about how war with Iran is a good idea, how starting an armed conflict with another nation is a matter of national security. There’s going to be a resurgence in Islamophobia and an uptick in hate crimes. You have to do your part to look at things critically in a time where the mass media is in the pocket of the ruling elite.

Stay vigilant. Do not fall for propaganda.

[dyk3ang3l]

she’s already starting to get drier and flirting less with me okay yeah sure what the hell… am i too autistic like what is going on.

this femme keeps calling me pretty and gorgeous and beautiful holy shit SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME IM GONNA PASS OUT

[dyk3ang3l]

thinking about ellie coming across an old adult store as she hikes just outside an abandoned quarantine zone. curiosity wins, because of course it does, and she needs to look. just a peep, only for a moment. but a peep turns into scavenging, and scavenging soon turns into successfully finding a little sealed package in a box in the back of the store.

she knows what it is, she’s a grown woman, but obviously there’s never really been the time or place during her adult life to have been able to explore that particular aspect of herself so… intensely. ellie stares at the box for a second before deciding, fuck it. she rips off the top of the package and flips it upside down, shaking it. the… toy falls onto the table in front of her followed by a little instruction manual. she knows what to do in theory but she grabs at the instructions anyway, bending them a bit as she skims quickly. shut it — she’s just a bit eager, okay?

so she… and then she… nice. and she’s lucky, because this one doesn’t call for batteries. ellie just hopes that the power will have held up for all these years.

she secures the store and makes herself comfortable relatively fast, throwing one of her extra flannels onto the ground before pulling her jeans to her ankles and taking a seat on top of her shirt. she’s a little intimidated, so she doesn’t strip out of her boxers. ellie holds the button in for about five seconds before it vibrates to life, a gentle thrum sounding alongside her breathing in the otherwise empty store.

she just stares at it for a moment before braving the whole… opening her legs thing. don’t get ellie wrong — she’s touched herself before. hell, she’s even had sex a few times. but a vibrator is a whole new ball field. it thrums against her hand and it actually tickles a little bit. the lithe muscles of ellie’s thigh flex as she opens her legs, and she takes a deep, soothing breath. finally she brings down her hand, and…

what. the. fuck.

the vibrator buzzes against her clit gently and she gasps, the feeling immediately too much. ellie almost pulls it away, not knowing if she wants to press into or away from it. she rests her back against the floor, because she needs to fucking lay down for this shit. “hhh…” she breathes quietly.

ellie accidentally hits the button again, and she fucking gasps. the toy is humming louder, vibrating harder. “ha-” she moans before she can shut herself up. she knows she must be making an absolute mess of her boxers, can feel herself soaking right through the thin material. it feels fucking good, so incredibly overwhelming that her free hand keeps clenching uselessly against the ground. ellie brings it to the flannel underneath her, needing something to latch onto for support.

and oh, how ellie feels is unlike anything she’s ever felt before. a fire grows low in her belly, intense, building heat rapidly. the heat spreads all throughout her body and her toes curl in her sneakers. she chokes over a half held back whine. the feeling burns and burns until ellie thinks she’s going to fucking melt.

when she cums, she throws her hand over her mouth, sobbing into it. her orgasm is more intense than she ever could have expected; she feels it in her fingers, in her legs. in her fucking bones, man. she’s trembling everywhere, shaking like a leaf as it’s swept through the wind. ellie’s head knocks against the ground in overexertion, she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it up.

when she comes down from that high, ellie just kind of… lays there a second. because, yanno. best orgasm of her life just achieved. she inhales deeply and then blows out a gust of air, chest deflating. eventually she’s got to get back on her feet, pulling her jeans back up and picking the flannel off of the floor before chugging some much needed water.

and ellie thinks she does a pretty good job at ignoring the weird, hollow, lonely feeling that grips her chest as she leaves the store: hiking into the unknown. alone.

[dyk3ang3l]

this femme keeps calling me pretty and gorgeous and beautiful holy shit SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME IM GONNA PASS OUT

[dyk3ang3l]

How it feels trying to find any butches my age or to talk to.