#starter: ellie

[lcstinthewoods]

based on: h.aunting a.deline. your muse has been stalking ellie over time. whether they're strangers to each other or someone ellie knows, your muse has finally revealed themselves.

after many long hours spent at the rink, eleanor finally pulled up the long driveway of her home, the night quiet and late. she'd been spending more and more time at the rink as of late, feeling an odd sense of unease in her new home that she'd inherited from her grandmother, far from the city. the house itself was beautiful and large, and she'd never felt weird all the other times she visited, but lately she always got the prickling sensation of being watched, now that the house was hers. she was just stepping out of her car, bag slung over her shoulder when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

just as she had turned her head to look over her shoulder, a force knocked into her. "stop! what the fuck!" ellie shouts in alarm as she was suddenly grabbed from behind, her body immediately beginning to thrash until she felt the cold bite of a knife against her throat, which immediately made her still fear. "please, stop." she pleaded. "I'll give you money, or whatever you want. please."

[love-toxin]

✧˖° nasty sentence starters °˖✧

feel free to send one with a character(s) for me to write! (and reblog/share/use as you like also! <3)

fair warning: DDNE ahead.

Degrading

I - “Don't make me pull out.” 

II - “I want everyone to see you.” 

III - “Lick it, bitch.” 

IV - “Are you cumming again? Fucking scum–you cum when I say you can cum.” 

V - “I love how dumb you look right now.” 

VI - “Face the camera. Put on a big smile for me, yeah?” 

VII - “Go on, touch it. It's not gonna bite.” 

VIII - “I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now.” 

IX - “Look at you, squirming around like that. Pathetic.” 

X - “No, you don't get to join me on the bed. Kneel on the floor.” 

XI - “To think, just a few minutes ago you refused to let me use this hole. Changed your mind quick, didn't you?” 

Submissive 

I - “D-Do I have to get on my knees?” 

II - “Can we do this in private? Please?”

III - “More!” 

IV - “Please don't stop.” 

V - “I'll be good, I promise.” 

VI - “Are you gonna use protection?” 

VII - “Me! I'm a good puppy! It's me!” 

VIII - “It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it.” 

IX - “I love it when you choke me.” 

X - “D-Did I make a mess on your face?” 

XI - "M-Meow.."

Breeding

I - “Gimme a baby, sweetheart.” 

II - “Ha! You're so getting knocked up.” 

III - “Gonna get you pregnant, you want that? I bet you do. It's written all over your face.”

IV - “Can I give you my babies? Pleeeeease?” 

V - “I know we just had one, but I really wanna breed you again.”

VI - “That's it, mama. Let's put another kid in this pretty belly.” 

VII - “Fuck, I love what pregnancy did to you. You're so fucking hot.” 

VIII - “Throw away your birth control. I'm going at it for real this time.” 

IX - “I could help you get your milk out, if you just asked.” 

X - “Breed me!” 

Noncon

I - “Stop fucking crying!” 

II - "Don't pretend like you didn't ask for this."

III - “I should've gagged you a long time ago. It suits you.” 

IV - “Ugh, get off me, you fucking perv!” 

V - “Spread your legs, or I'll use this knife to fuck you instead.” 

VI - “Just a little longer, I promise–I’m sorry baby, it'll be over soon, just a little more and I'll let you sleep.” 

VII - “Don't fight me, baby. Struggling is pointless.” 

VIII - “I'm keeping these for later.” 

IX - “Condom? Ha! That's funny.” 

X - “You're gonna be real popular online, cutie.” 

XI - “Are the drugs making you dizzy, sweetheart?” 

XII - “You're even noisier when you're asleep.”

Stuck

I - “Just a little bit–hey, not that much!” 

II - “Get in. We've only got a minute or two.” 

III - “Sure, I can make you cum quick. You know you can't resist me.” 

IV - “C'mooon, just give it a rub? I promise I'll be fast.” 

V - “I can't get off without your mouth. Just gimme a minute or two on your knees, and I can take care of it.” 

VI - “Just the tip?” 

VII - “Don't you dare make a mess!” 

VIII - “Just cause we're stuck here doesn't mean we have to-” 

IX - “Holy shit, are you stuck? I guess I'll just help myself then.” 

X - “You're pretty cocky for someone who can't get away.” 

Touching

I - “Can I touch myself?” 

II - “Are you getting off under my blanket?!” 

III - “S-Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in!” 

IV - “C'mon, we can rub one out together. It won't mean anything, I swear.” 

V - “Uh, did you need me to leave..?” 

VI - “It'd be easier to finish if you watched me, y'know…” 

VII - “Want me to teach you how?” 

VIII - “I bet I could make you squirt.” 

IX - “Aww, you need help getting it up?” 

X - “Gross! Quit touching yourself!” 

XI - “If you're so riled up, then hump your pillow. What? You heard me.” 

XII - “Go on, I got that toy for you! I wanna watch you use it.” 

Forbidden love

I - “Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this here.” 

II - “Are you sure I'm not too old for you, sweetheart?” 

III - “I knew you'd fall for me eventually. Nobody could ever fuck you like I do.” 

IV - “Your ass is mine. I don't give a fuck what anyone else says.” 

V - “Who cares if they know? I hope they hear me pounding your guts every night.” 

VI - “I bet your boyfriend/girlfriend is real jealous right now.” 

VII - “Maybe I'll make your husband watch, just to show you I'm serious.” 

VIII - “C'mon, we're not even related! We can have a little fun if we want.” 

IX - “You always come crawling back. Don't say sorry, just get on my lap where you belong.” 

X - “A grade bump? Oh, don't play dumb. You know what you need to do if you want to pass.” 

XI - “Sometimes I think you fail your tests on purpose, just so you can fuck an A out of me.” 

Addiction

I - “I'm sorry! This is the last time, I promise. I just really need to get off.”

II - “If we don't bang in the next ten minutes, someone's gonna die.” 

III - “Jerking off to your pictures isn't that weird…”

IV - “Do you want money? I'll give you money. I'll give you anything, just, please let me taste you.” 

V - “Can't you just stay in bed with me today?” 

VI - “I'm not done yet–hold still.” 

VII - “What do you mean all my partners look like you? You're just seeing things.” 

VIII - “Okay, so I broke into your house and jacked off into your underwear, so what? It was only a couple times!” 

IX - “Is it bad that I dream about kidnapping you and fucking you in my basement?” 

X - “I trust you, but I still need to check so I know you're not cheating on me. Knees apart."  

XI - "It's a little late to hide--you already pissed on my lap."

Sweet

I - “Good morning, beautiful.” 

II - “Don't worry, I'll go slow, sweetheart.” 

III - “This always happens when we cuddle…not that I'm complaining, of course.”

IV - “Can I kiss you down here?” 

V - “You feel so nice. I could fall asleep like this.” 

VI - “Oh, I don't mind the blood, honey. Trust me, nothing will get in the way of me soothing your cramps.” 

VII - “Can I take your picture? You're so gorgeous, I want to remember this moment forever.” 

VIII - “Of course I can handle it! You won't suffocate me, I promise.” 

IX - “Whoops, uh…looks like I got a little too excited.” 

X - “Honestly, I feel like I need you even more now that we're married.” 

[shadowtoons]

A starter for @micsmasmuses Elena @ Sebastian

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Ellie took a deep breath… keeping calm, trying not to overly panic. Her book of spells has to be around, in order get out of this forsaken place. Now to wonder where did it go? Last place she died, and somehow came back no longer there, now just wander around to find it. After countless of times had to hide and flee from danger. This female black cat was about to lose so much hope, but still determined to find it.

What felt like hours, and peeking around the corner. Checking if things were clear.

Seeing nothing in sight, besides the gravel and other objects around scattered. Gripping her bag tightly slowly now walking, “Okay Ellie… Nothing to worry about..” Telling herself this, one thing she didn’t even notice, of course not paying attention. Had bumped into something, confused as she was staring at this— scales?

Was this here before?

Realized it twitched, did given her a big shocking surprise, almost losing her balance from falling backwards. Finally when she followed more and look up…

Slowly to inhale, “…Well..” There wasn’t much to say there.

[monstersxxorxxmen]

Open to M/F/NB

"Fuck no wait I didn't mean to-" Ellis could count on one hand how many people he actually liked. The person in front of him was one of them and while he was always an asshole he had just snapped a little too harshly and they actually looked upset. "I'm just- My suppliers out of town and I'm fucking hungry," the vampire explained. Too hungry to go out and bite some random and get carried away and the worst happening. "Gonna have to go to the fucking butchers and it's never as good as actual human- Point is I'm fucking hangry alright? Sorry for being a shithead or whatever."

[starsdrew]

◟ ⋆ ❛ closed starter   ; curtis for olivia. @porchkissed

◟ ⋆ ❛ this  was  eating  him  alive  .  he  was  sitting  across  the  table  from  his  best  friend  ,  the  girl  he'd  been  in  love  with  for  years  ,  and  she  didn't  recognize  him  .  curtis  hated  lying  to  her  ,  she  was  someone  he'd  always  wanted  to  be  honest  with  ,  but  in  these  circumstances  ,  he  just  couldn't  do  it  .  curtis  couldn't  risk  her  thinking  he'd  lost  his  mind  .  so  ,  he'd  just  continue  to  be  her  friend  ,  as  best  as  he  could  .  “  okay  ,  so  .  .  .  what  would  you  rather  fight  .  .  .  twenty  chicken  sized  bears  ,  or  one  bear  sized  chicken  ?  ” was it a ridiculous question ? absolutely . he wanted to know her answer , though . he wanted to hear everything she had to say .

[rcignxs]

@darkskiesrpgstarters

"So some group of radical hunters are going after the supernatural community because we're an 'abomination' and there have been 3 consecutive parties that have 'thought to' have been targeted by this radical group?" he summarized. "And people keep going to these things? Jesus people are dumber than I remember"

[kellohara]

Sinead Farrelly: anyone not pictured wasn’t good at soccer today

[swcctlikejustice]

the chai next to her had long since gone cold, escaping Ellie's notice as she hit refresh on her inbox for the fiftieth time since she had gotten there. hoping for a new tip, for someone who had seen her sister, anything. she refused to believe that Will's words had been true, that Delilah wasn't coming back. & if that just meant that she was in the denial stage of grief? so be it. her hands ran through her hair in frustration before sliding down to rub at her eyes, not noticing the person sitting across from her until they refocused. ❝I'm sorry, that seat's actually...❞ she trailed off, realizing she really had no legitimate reason to keep an entire table for herself. ❝open, it's fine.❞ her attention was firmly back on the screen in front of her, not in the mood for distractions at the moment. @walstarterblog

[onebigerror]

@girlshunttoo

another damned tourist? they’d gotten rid of most of them thirty years ago but occasionally there is a straggler that needs chasing off. like this one. and brooke knows it all falls on her to get rid of her and as quickly as possible. some of the others would be more inclined to kill the trespasser. brooke chooses not to make herself known - at least not yet - as she follows along behind the living visitor snapping pictures as they wander along the main path.

keeping an eye out for other vengeful spirits she finally reveals herself behind the human as she starts to enter one of the cabins. “you don’t want to go in there.” she walks around in front of them to intercept their entry. that was the cabin they tortured ramirez in and the other ghosts would surely get angry if someone interrupted that. probably even angry enough to kill the intruder “you really should leave. this place is filled with nothing but death.” the ghost does not want to see another living soul fall victim to redwood and it’s eternal entrapment. “let me walk you out.”

[sourtimcs]

open to: m / f / nb, 25+

muse: josephine ellis. 25. she/her. bisexual. nfl cheerleader (can be for any team). madison beer fc.

connection: fwb. fling. situationship. etc. smut is welcome!

"When are you gonna stop fucking with me and come watch me cheer at one of the games? I know you want to."

[ripgray-moved]

urf, sorry for the pause fellas. i just got overwhelmed with that really negative feeling of like— kind of just being a means to an end, and only "mattering" to people when there's something to gain out of me, y'know? nobody really did anything, it's just that general social media feel ig, and i feel dumb about it but it is what it is. makes me wish i was one of those inherently likeable 'wow i wanna be around them all the time' kinds of people but i'm really not ( and that's okay, i'm just saying being so would make this particular problem vanish ). anyway. sorry to spew all over the dash. i just feel really overcome with ugly atm like i'm really undesirable and lame, so i'm probably gonna lose myself in some writing or something.

[lcstinthewoods]

based on: our muses matched on tinder and have been talking and finally met up for drinks. the night went incredibly well, both are slightly drunk and are now at his house to continue the night.

"i'm sorry i don't - i don't usually do this." ellie didn't know what had suddenly come over her. she had been fine the whole night despite having been initially incredibly nervous to go out for the first time in what felt like forever, she had enjoyed herself the whole time they'd sat at the bar, and now that they were in his living room and kissing, and his hands had begun to wander, why did it feel like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her? it wasn't as if this hadn't been in her plans, and god knows she needed to get laid, but she'd just met the guy! it wasn't that she didn't want him, because she certainly did, but the awkwardness she'd done so well concealing all night finally arose.

[love-toxin]

Miss Ellie, may I humbly request Tsung with the Stuck VII prompt? 👉👈 Cannae stop thinking abt a mean girl darling sitting on his dick while he’s trying to focus n’ read for his classes. <3

YES!! YOU MAY <33 !!! ugh i love mean readers <33

VII - "Don't you dare make a mess."

(cws: fem!bully!darling, unprotected sex, name-calling, established relationship, semi-public sex, pussydrunk tsung, jealousy, possessiveness)

“Dumbshit,” You hissed, leering at him over his shoulder. That wasn't true at all–most of your insults were, but not that. Tsung was pathetic, small, and spineless, but he wasn't stupid. He just acted like it whenever you were there to give him a hard time. 

The kid squirmed in his seat; ‘kid’, you couldn't stop calling him that, even though he wasn't much younger than you were. Tsung didn't even flinch at your insults anymore, only when you threatened to hit him. As you circled around the library desk, his eyes darted away from the notebooks scattered in front of him to watch your pointed nails scrape over the glazed wood. As they scaled his thin arm, the pale skin exposed beyond the sleeves of his white button-up, he finally shuddered at the light, pink scratches you left behind. Your mark. His pen trembled in his hand and left blue ink trails over what he'd written from his textbook. 

“Tryin’ not to fail?” You questioned him numbly, barely letting slip the hold you had on your stern expression, like you were his teacher evaluating his progress. Tsung just trembled in his seat. “Answer me, dumbshit.” You shoved at his head, just to make him think a little bit while he sat there like a pet store goldfish in a bag. He mumbled something into his hand and you urged him to speak up.

“Chemistry,” His voice squeaked somewhat, not helped by the fact that he was actively avoiding looking you in the eyes, like you were a predator that would pounce at the first sign of contest. “I'm r-reviewing chemistry…just making sure I'm ahead.” 

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed. “Shit's hard. You're gonna fail no matter what-” 

“I'm not going to fail.” He snapped back. Oh, now he was looking at you, and those red eyes were stern for only a second before he remembered his place, and turned back to his notes. Sore spot. Perfect for digging in. 

“Twat.” With a huff, you stepped around him and yanked his hair on the way by, jerking his head back an inch. Yet he still went back to studying like it didn't even hurt. “When's your dick available? When you're not sucking off the prof for those As, that is.” You tugged on his ear, and Tsung's squirming and flushed cheeks returned at full force as he squeaked. 

“I-I can't do it today. And I don't d-do that-” 

“Don't give a fuck.” You hauled yourself up on the table and sat by his notes, your feet barely brushing the ground as your legs dangled over the edge. No doubt he could see up your skirt from this angle, and knowing this perv, you were shocked he didn't just give up the act at once and shove his face under there. “Take it out.” 

You watched him huff, and glance around, before picking his pen back up and scribbling something into the margins of his notebook. “I-I don't…have any, um…”

“Condoms?” You tilted your head, only to kick his seat out of annoyance when he nodded meekly. “Fucker. You wanna trap me? That your plan? Fuckin’ asshole.” You growled down at him. He shook his head, but that wasn't nearly enough to sate you. You kicked at his leg this time, and finally, he obeyed–the soft zzzzip echoing through the otherwise quiet library. 

“How pathetic is that?” You murmured, zeroing in on the half-soft, pale knob of flesh that was already rosy and beading at the tip as he pulled it out. Tsung knew not to stroke it, but he didn't even need to; it was growing on its own, stiffening at the cool air and your attention fixated on it. “Don't hafta touch that thing for it to stand up.” 

“I-It…likes…you.” He admitted shamefully, yet he didn't tear his gaze away and try to hide as he often would. As much as you mocked his third limb, there was little you could do to restrict your fascination with it. Even though Tsung was a deplorable freak…well, so were you. 

“Rub it, freak.” You narrowed your eyes down at him. “I know you want to.” 

“Not here,” He whimpered, but hovered his hand over his lap anyways. Aside from one other person at a table several aisles away–a boy in a huge sweater with headphones over his short, black hair–it was just the two of you in sight. You waited, and he hesitated, and finally you couldn't take it any more. With your skirt flipped up to boast a pair of new, lacy panties, you slid off the table and down into his lap, where one brush of his engorged tip against you revealed that they were indeed crotchless, just like he suspected. Tsung's breath hitched and his head hung back over his chair, struggling to keep his hands gripping the arms for support as you eased yourself on to his frustratingly addictive length. The curls of his dark pubes kissed your clit, as if welcoming you on to your throne with a delightful tickle. 

It pissed you off to see him in so much bliss from something so simple. None of the other guys you'd ever fucked would melt like this, crumble under you at just the feeling of slipping inside, nor would they cling to you like Tsung did as if every time was as intense as the first. 

“Mmh–like that, idiot?” You mewled softly against his ear, with your teeth just barely grazing the flushed skin. “No condom, no nothin’. Don't you dare make a mess.” 

“I-I ca-can't-”

“Shut up.” Your hips swished wetly against his own as you readjusted. “Do your homework.” 

“N-Need to-” He swallowed meekly, sweat dripping down his neck. “Wanna hump y-” 

“Then do it, mutt.” You shushed in his ear. “Hump me. And don't take your fuckin’ eyes off these chem notes while you do it.” Reaching behind yourself, you fumbled for his pen and plucked it off his notebook, shoving it into his hand before you pulled him into a stuffy, tight embrace. Sitting chest-to-chest, his cock twitching inside your snugly-fitting walls, it almost felt like coming home. Not that you'd ever tell this little stalker that. 

Tsung's nails bit into your waist as he trembled insistently, the tip of his pen scratching the paper erratically as he tried to write something, anything down. It really had you dripping when you listened to him mumbling to himself, reciting some science mumbo-jumbo jargon under his breath like the stupidly smart fucking nerd he was. Being a dork, a creep, and having a nice dick didn't seem fair at all. 

“You're actually studying,” Your grin against his cheek made him stiffen with your comment, though his cock kept spasming with heat despite himself. “Cocky twerp.” 

“Quiet,” He gasped through his teeth. “Can't focus.” The fucking nerve of this kid! You could just grab his scrawny little throat and-!

“Ah-!” Tsung tore a sweet, fluttering moan out of your throat as he bucked, one hand steadying your lower back while the other attended to his diligent note-taking. He slowly bounced you on his lap like he was carefully swirling a glass of wine, needy for your warmth but cognizant enough to not spill over too fast. 

“I love you,” He whimpered with his eyes squeezed shut, clearly lost in the moment. “I love you, I love you-” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You hissed back, though the plapping of his nuts on your backside wasn't at all helping the matter. “Just stroke your gross dick off and keep your mouth shut!” 

“Love this pussy,” He kept babbling, nearly incoherent as he pushed you up against the table. “Need it, need more, gimme more-” The thump of his textbook sliding off and hitting the floor gave you pause, but the lone student's head didn't even turn, and Tsung kept backing you up until you were sprawled out on top of his study materials and notes, his eyes rolling back in his head. “More-” 

“Tsung!” You squirmed in his hold, only to be pinned down by his shoulders sinking into yours, his knee propped up on the table for leverage as he thrusted like he wanted to break you over it. Drooling into your open mouth, Tsung licked your tongue in a sloppy kiss, forcing your head back with the pressure of his lips. 

From further down the library corridor, you caught the sound of doors opening and closing, peppered by the boisterous laughter of some frat guys approaching the main lobby. If they only stepped inside, and came around the corner, they would…

You gritted your teeth, yanked his head back, and looked into those scarlet-red eyes that begged you not to make him stop. “This dick is mine, get it? All fuckin’ mine.” You growled a hair's breadth from his lips. “Stick it anywhere else and I'll cut the goddamn thing off.” 

Tsung's mouth split into an exhausted, yet borderline delusional grin. Ignorant to the noises growing closer outside, his expression flashed with a twinge of fury when you dared to turn your head towards the sound–Tsung’s cold fingers clamped down on your jaw and he forced you back to look at him, eyes aflame with jealousy like he wasn't already gliding his cock through your slick-soaked folds. As if he hadn't already roped you in with his dorky, psychotic charm and hooked you on his dick like you were starved for it. Only when you were looking at him did he feel whole, and could manage to smile again. 

“I named my fleshlight after you, y'know.”

“Gross.” You rolled your eyes, struggling against him as you teetered between cumming and keeping it at bay. 

“I taped your photo to it, and I cum in it every day.” 

“Ew!” You shoved his chest, only for him to steal an especially wet kiss from you. “Fucking psycho. Get help.” Tsung aimed his hips and plunged them downwards in a sudden frenzy, clearly chasing his end as his cock twitched like it was itching to cum inside you. Chants of I love you, I love you, I love you whispered in a whiny tone against your lips, each plap plap plap ringing out in the dull silence of the library. 

Then, finally, Tsung stilled. His fingers frantically rubbed at your clit and he eased off to give himself space to reach it, but he couldn't get too far–no, you leg-locked him before he could, just to make it even more impossible for him not to cry out as he slumped against you, and shuddered through an unfathomably strong orgasm. 

Ugh, this was a mistake, you thought as you tipped over the edge yourself, and squirmed beneath his weight with a restless heat finally popping into a wave of blissful, spine-arching pleasure between your legs. Tsung just couldn't get close enough as he fought to squeeze your thumping chest to his, and let your juices run freely down his lap and splatter all over his precious notes beneath the two of you, peppered with a few drops of his pearly, sticky cum. 

By the time the front doors squeaked open to let the newcomers in, Tsung had already pulled you back down in his lap and given you one last squeeze. He tugged your skirt over your legs, kissed your cheek, and helped you slide into the seat beside him just as the rowdy frat guys entered the table area and took their seats barely a few feet away. While you sat and caught your breath, the one student that had remained during your romp gathered his things up and quickly scurried away like a skittish little bunny. You heaved a soft sigh, and Tsung merely cleared his throat as he tilted his flushed face down, and went back to studying like nothing had happened. 

But you watched him click his pen anxiously, tap his foot under the table, and chew his lip–and when he glanced back over at you, and broke into the biggest, silent grin as your willing conspirator, you shoved his elbow with a scoff that wasn't quite strong enough to dim his mood. 

Fucking loser. You thought to yourself, while you felt his seed leak between your thighs and puddle in the dip of your skirt beneath you.

[everseens]

muse - ellie tang , personal assistant , she/her . CLOSED open to - any

"in about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

[monstersxxorxxmen]

Open to M/F/NB

"You must really like shitty late night diner food," Ellis said as he approached his recent regular. They'd been coming to the diner nearly every night for a month now. Ellis didn't mind they tipped well and got on his nerves less than most people. "You want your usual?" the vampire asked curiously.

[theybolted]

∿ 𝅄 ˚ closed starter   ; curtis e. for olivia h. @reveledchaos .

∿ 𝅄 ˚ “  do  you  wanna  go  out  for  hot  chocolate  and  to  look  at  the  christmas  lights  with  me  later  tonight  ?  ”  he  asked  her  ,  hoping  she'd  say  yes  .  he'd  do  whatever  he  could  to  spend  time  with  her  ,  he  hoped  she  still  felt  that  way  ,  too  .