last updated: december 12, 2023

ellie

𓆩⟡𓆪 mean!ellie

𓆩⟡𓆪 stoner!ellie | stoner!ellie pt.2

𓆩⟡𓆪 loser!ellie watching u eat a popsicle

𓆩⟡𓆪 ellie <3 boobies

𓆩⟡𓆪 ellie overstims u

𓆩⟡𓆪 eating ellie out

𓆩⟡𓆪 kitchen sex

𓆩⟡𓆪 69 w ellie

𓆩⟡𓆪 more boobies (ft. abby)

𓆩⟡𓆪 more mean!ellie

𓆩⟡𓆪 guitarist!ellie

𓆩⟡𓆪 making out w ellie

abby

𓆩⟡𓆪 abby is so strong :(

𓆩⟡𓆪 boobies (ft. ellie)

𓆩⟡𓆪 softdom!abby blurb

𓆩⟡𓆪 best friend!abby

like she’s constantly just lightly kissing n before you can deepen it she pulls away laughing at how you chase her lips with yours. n u just pout cos like what else can you do. and she just smiles and lets out a little huff before leaning right back in to kiss you.

it gets progressively sloppier too as it goes on. both of you just drunk off each other’s lips, grinding desperately on each other. the both of you have spit everywhere — all over your lips, chin, neck. like just imagine her pulling away, not to tease you, but because she’ll literally pass out if she doesn’t get a breath or two in. but she sees the string of spit connecting you two together and she can’t help but dive right back in catching you off guard interrupting your gasps for air.

watching ellie’s fingers move in rhythm to the music could’ve made you come alone. watching her on stage, letting the music consume her, had you growing wetter and wetter with every passing minute. you were practically itching for the show to be over so you could run backstage and jump her.

it’s nearing the end of the show and you can see ellie looking around the crowd for you before her eyes land on yours and giving you a small smile. after one last song the stage lights go dark— it’s over. you rush to the side of the stage, practically running to the backstage area before you feel an arm wrap around your waist preventing you.

“what do you think you’re doing?” the voice is deep, obviously not ellie.

“need to see my girlfriend, lemme go,” you’re squirming in the security guard’s grip trying to get out.

“yeah you and everyone el-,”

“let ‘er in,” a voice cuts in. you glance up seeing ellie.

“ellie!!” you feel the security guards grip loosen before you practically shove him off of you to run to ellie.

“hi, baby,” she smiles, “let’s go, yeah?” you nod grabbing her hand and following her.

you follow her into her dressing room seeing her bong, some alcohol, and clothes strewn all over the floor. ellie gives you a quick kiss before walking over to her bong, packing it and taking the biggest hit you’ve ever seen anyone take.

“c’mere, babe,” she sits down on the couch, patting her lap to which you happily oblige. plopping yourself onto her lap, running your hands up and down her body before settling around her neck.

“ellie,” you drawl out.

“what’s up?”

“kiss me, please,” you practically breathe out, “need to feel you, please. watchin’ you up on stage got me so worked up need you to fix it,” your face falling into her neck as you talk. a hand threads through your hair pulling your head back up before pushing you towards ellie, finally kissing her. you try to deepen the kiss but she pulls away, grabbing the bong to feed you a hit.

she puts the bong up to your mouth, your hands instinctively wrapping around the neck of it.

“suck in ‘til i tell you when,” she looks at you, flicking the lighter on before moving it to the bowl, you both watching the chamber fill with smoke. ellie pulls the bowl out telling you to inhale.

“hold it, hold it,” she drags on, “exhale. yeah, just like that look at you,” you know she’s doing it on purpose— talking to you like that. she knows the way she can get you soaking through your underwear with just her words, she doesn’t even have to touch you. you feel her hand sliding up your thigh to rest on your hip, comforting you as you cough from the smoke.

ellie begins rolling a joint for the two of you (probably the fattest one you’ve ever seen). watching the way her fingers meticulously roll the paper around the paper to the way the tip of tongue flattens on the paper to seal it shut. she knows you love when she rolls for you so she always tries to impress you while she does it.

“ellie, please,” you choke out.

“please, what? use your words, baby, we talked about this,”

“please, i need you inside me—need to feel you stretching me out, need your cock, ellie,” she practically throws you off her and onto the couch taking her shirt off then yours before reaching under your skirt and pulling your panties off and putting them in her pocket.

“gotta get’ya ready first,” she whispers as her hands move up your legs.

ellie lights the joint taking a few puffs to make sure it stays lit before passing it to you. she pushes your skirt up to your lower stomach before diving face first into your dripping cunt with no warning. she’s lapping at it like a starved woman— she is— she can’t get enough of it. she runs a finger down your cunt, inserting it into you before quickly adding another finger searching for that soft spot inside you. you try to rut your hips up into her face for some friction but her free arm is quickly pressed to your lower stomach holding you down continuing her assault on your clit.

you’re trying to keep hold of the joint, it’s burning and you know you’re wasting her weed so you bring it up to your lips taking a generous hit. as you cough from the smoke, you feel ellie laugh against your cunt sending shivers up through your body.

she continues on your cunt with her mouth and fingers and you can feel your orgasm building up in your stomach, everything becoming more sensitive.

“ellie ellie ellie, st-‘m gonna come,” you plead for her.

“come, baby, c’mon all over me. yeahh,” she drawls out the last part as you ride out your orgasm on her face, her tongue still lapping at your clit making your shaking legs close around her head.

she pulls her fingers out immediately bringing them up to your lips her other hand grasping your face in her hand.

“‘m not done with you, yet,” she says as she pulls the joint from your fingers, surprised you even were able to hold onto it. she takes a couple inhales of it before putting it up to your lips, signaling for you to take it between your lips and breathe in. ellie always knows how to get you so high. her tolerance is shot, so she just kinda assumes people can handle what she can.

you can feel the smoke run down your throat into your lungs as you inhale, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke. ellie chuckles a bit at your coughs.

“y’re doin s’good, babe,” ellie says as she gets up to walk over to her backpack leaning up against a wall. she unzips it before digging through it to find her black harness and the sparkly pink dildo she so graciously let you pick out. all while she’s doing this all you do is just watch the way the muscles in her arms flex and contort with each movement making you wetter and wetter by the second.

“ellieeeee,” you whine out, “hurry upppp,”

“be patient or you’re not getting any,” ellie replies simply making you nod your head in response despite the fact she’s facing away from you.

after a couple minutes ellie walks back over to you, assembled strap in hand.

“lay down f’me,” she requests to which you happily oblige laying down on your back on the couch.

“nuh uh, over the armrest, love,” she retorts to your movement. you give her a look before bending over the couch armest, arms sprawled out in front of you, back arched ever so beautifully with the help of the drop from the armrest to the couch.

ellie slides on the strap moving to walk behind you. you feel her fingers slide from the base of your neck all the way down your back to your leaking cunt before pressing a finger to your clenching hole, not quite going in. ellie’s teasing causes you to push your hips back onto her finger so that she slides in. she’s quick to press a hand to your lower back pushing you into the couch to suppress your movements.

“you take what i give you, or i give you nothing,” ellie states simply.

“but, ellie, i need you. ‘ve been waitin’ all day for you. can’t you see—feel— how wet i am for you,” you reply desperately, trying to turn your head to look at her. ellie sucks in a breath at how direct you’re being, her resolve crumbling.

“you can wait five more minutes,” she says, fully submerging her finger inside you, making you gasp. she starts her ministrations ever so slowly, teasing you, before she begins to speed up and slowly teases another finger into your entrance. the stretch from her fingers leaves your mouth agape, letting out gasps for air every time she hits the soft spot inside of you.

“ellie ellie, ‘m- ah, fuck, ellie right there,” you blurt out to her as she practically assaults the spot inside you.

“need your cock please ellie ‘m ready,” it basically comes out al muddled together, but ellie knows what you need. she always does. she slowly takes her fingers out of you before leaning completely over you, leaning on her forearm next to your head, to tap her fingers against your lips.

“suck,” she says. and you do. ellie practically moans at the sight of you taking her middle and ring finger into your mouth, sucking on it like you would her strap. ellie’s throbbing at the sight and feeling of your mouth around her fingers. she pulls her fingers out of your mouth leaving a string of saliva between your lips and her fingers before it breaks. your lips are covered in spit, and ellie takes her hand smearing the saliva around before gently slapping you across the cheek to get your attention.

“you ready, my love?” she asks and you nod as best you can with her body weight on top of you.

“yes,” you squeak out, knowing she’ll only fuck you if you use your words. ellie lifts herself up off of you and slaps the pink silicone cock against your clit a couple times before sliding it down to your entrance before she pushes the tiniest bit in. ellie’s taking her time entering you, making sure the dildo is lubed up enough with your arousal. every time she pulls out she goes a little deeper, before she completely pulls out of you and slams her whole cock into your cunt making you moan out loud as she hits your soft spot. when ellie sinks into you, you hear her groan too as if she can feel how tight you are.

“fuck— move, ellie, fuck me please please please,” you sound desperate— and you are— but you don’t care all you need is to feel her cock pounding into you. and she does. her hands grip your hips, pushing you into the armrest even more before setting a ruthless pace for you.

you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill, as she fucks you senseless. you’re moaning any word your fucked-out brain can produce.

“yes yes! fuck- oh my go- ellie,” you’re practically fucking screaming and you’re sure everyone outside of her dressing room can hear how well she’s fucking into you. ellie then leans over you, bracing herself on her palms, causing her cock to (somehow) get even deeper inside you. ellie’s groaning in your ear as she continues fucking you like her life depends on it. she can tell you’re close from the way you’re clenching around her and how hard it’s getting for her to move. but you need just a bit more.

ellie leans up a bit before snaking a hand around your front to reach down to your clit, rubbing small, fast circles on it making you cry out from the sensitivity.

“ellie, ‘m gonna come. i’m gonna come, gonna come,” you can’t even stop the words from continuously coming out if you tried. tears streaming down your face, sweat forming on your forehead, ellie’s fingers rubbing your clit, her fucking you harder than she ever has— it’s too much.

“c’mon. come f’me, baby,” she says, not letting up at all finally pushing you over the edge. you come so hard your mouth just falls open into a silent scream, breathing like you just ran a 5k. ellie can barely move but she bottoms out into you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm before pulling out seeing the white ring of your come around the base of the dildo.

she pulls out and you can’t even move— just completely lifeless, naked and bent over the couch. ellie tells you to stay put (as if you could move anyway) before she comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up making you twitch from the over sensitivity. ellie flips you onto your back, gently moving your hair out of your face before leaning in to give you a quick kiss as a ‘thank you’, something she does every time.

“what about you, els?” you question, knowing she hadn’t come but had to be ridiculously soaked.

“we’ll worry about me later. get some rest, my love,” ellie replies thinking about the ways she’s gonna ride your face as you doze off. <3

it’s the next day and abby is still trying to work up the courage to text you. she doesn’t want to sound boring, but she also doesn’t wanna overdo it. she’s laying in bed, your number typed into the chat, her fingers hovering over the keys.

‘hey, you gave me your number at the coffee shop yesterday and i thought you were really pretty so… i’m abby,’

her thumb was now just hovering over the blue arrow to send the message before hitting it, eventually sending the message. abby immediately shuts her phone off tossing it on the bed trying to find something to distract herself with while she waits.

abby decides to just turn on some show she’s seen a million times. a few hours later you text her back with a ‘hiii abby!! thank u!! sorry, was at work :( i’d love to do somethin w you sometime soon if ur down :p,’

she’s almost, almost, embarrassed at how fast she replies. ‘you’re okay, how was work today? and i’d love to. what did you have in mind?,’

‘well, if u wanted to hangout today, i wouldnt mind just gettin to know you like at mine or somethin, i’ll cook u dinner too whatcha want :3,’

abby’s gonna blow up. ‘i’m not picky, surprise me. and that sounds great, how does 7 sound then?’

‘perfect, i’ll see you soon!’ you send her your address in a separate message with a little heart. abby could actually pass away right now.

2 hours later it’s 7:05 and abby’s standing outside your door, not wearing anything too special— just jeans and a shirt taking a deep breath before knocking. a few second later she hears the door unlocking and opening.

she sees you, looking cute as ever. she then hears the sweetness of your voice inviting her in, abby mustering up a smile through the nerves.

“okay, so, i‘m makin’ chicken alfredo if that works for you?”

“s’perfect,” abby slurs out, practically soaking her underwear watching you cook, mainly your ass in those stupid leggings. is she wearing underwear? floods abby’s thoughts.

“almost done. if you wanna go sit down i’ll get everything ready,” you turn around giving abby a quick smile before returning to your cooking.

abby’s in heaven right now. you sitting across from her, just getting to know each other. finding out you both actually have so much in common makes her feel ecstatic. you guys are having such a good time talking you both nearly forget about the food.

“you’re a great cook,” abby says as you, blushing, take her plate from her placing it in the sink after rinsing it off.

“thank you! tried really hard on this one actually,” you say, giggling. yeah, abby’s obsessed. she needs to be inside you, making you a mess on her cock-

“wanna watch a movie ‘er somethin’?” you interrupt her thoughts.

“what kinda movie?”

“was thinkin’ something scary, if you’re down?”

“works for me,” abby replies, moving to sit next to you on the couch as you scroll through the vast amount of horror movies on whatever streaming app you picked.

“oh! how ‘bout the new texas chainsaw?” you don’t even give abby a chance to reply before you hit play— not like she really cares what you guys watch anyway.

abby has her arm around the back of the couch manspread while you have your knees tucked under you half sitting on your butt half on your heels next to her. within the first five minutes of the movie, she has her arm draped over your side mindlessly drawing patterns into your hips and thighs while you lay on her chest.

you guys get about halfway through the movie before abby breathes out, “hey.”

“yeah?” you reply, picking your head up to meet her eyes.

abby glances at your lips, before asking, “can i kiss you?” to which you just nod a bunch.

abby leans in meeting you halfway to finally kiss you. not long after, she’s grabbing your hips pulling you onto her lap so you’re straddling her, deepening the kiss.

you pull away first, gasping for air. abby’s also gasping for air, but she could kiss you til she passes out, honestly.

“tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?” abby breathes out as she toys with the hem of your shirt. you nod as a reply.

“words,” abby says bluntly.

“yes,” you breathe out, still catching your breath. abby wastes no time pulling you out of your shirt and bra before taking her own off.

“god, fuck, c’mere,” she’s pushing your hips up so that your tits are eye level with her before she immediately latches onto your tit. one hand is groping your ass while her other hand is toying with your other nipple. jesus, her hands are so fucking cold you’re practically shaking under her touch.

your hands run down her chest, stopping to play with her tits before sliding down to the button on her jeans.

“take ‘em off,” you whine out. abby happily obliges, gently grabbing u by the hips before laying you down on the couch. she gets up undoing her pants sliding them off. she’s immediately on top of you, thumbs under the waistband of your leggings breathing out a “can i?”

“please,” your voice barely above a whisper, but abby’s already peeling your leggings off realizing you, in fact, were not wearing underwear.

“s’like you wanted to get fucked tonight,” abby lets out a small laugh.

“by you,” you shoot back as you spread your legs in front of her making abby blush as she leans forward to kiss your inner thighs, seeing your glistening cunt clenching around nothing. she starts sucking like she’s about to leave a hickey, making your legs shake from the sensitivity.

“abby, please,” you breathe out.

“please what?

“fuck me, abby, please need to feel you,” you whine out reaching out to wrap your fingers in her hair.

“don’t have a strap, ba-”

“i do,” you cut her off. “come with me,” you pull her up by her hair giving her a quick kiss before getting up, taking abby’s hand, and practically skipping to your bedroom. once you open the door abby immediately recognizes it. your bed in the center of the room against the back wall, a desk across from the bed, probably where you set up your camera. what’s new to her is all the decorations that she didn’t usually see when you were live.

“cute room,” abby states as you’re digging through your closet for a dildo.

“thanks! what kinda cock you want?” you ask her it so casually abby nearly.

“how many do you have?” abby questions you back.

“a bunch,” you giggle.

“what, are you some kind of pornstar?” abby smirks and you can practically hear the smirk in the way she asks the question. you have the dildo in your hand, but you freeze at her question. you know it’s a joke, a rhetorical question, so you just laugh it off bringing her the dick.

“you seem like a fat cock kinda girl,” you smile handing abby the harness and dildo.

“and you seem like you love taking fat cock,” abby fires back sliding the harness up her legs, securing it. “now where were we?” abby says, sliding her hands up your stomach to your breasts watching them spill out from her fingers. you lean up to catch her lips in another kiss, quickly deepening it by tilting your head to the side and allowing abby’s tongue access to your mouth. she’s grabbing your hips and placing you on your bed before attacking your neck and chest with kisses.

“fuck, these tits are perfect,” abby says as she slides two fingers down your cunt, teasing your entrance. “you can take two fingers, right, baby? gotta get you ready for my cock,” you practically moan at her words and she’s barely touching you. is she even real?

“yes, yes! please just touch me, abby,” abby responds by sliding her middle and ring finger into you searching for that soft spot. she’s fucking her fingers back into you,, eventually finding your g-spot, hitting it with the tips of her fingers making you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan.

“found it,” she smirks to herself. she really can’t believe she’s actually touching you right now; this is like a dream come true for her. countless nights of her watching you touch yourself and her finally being the one to make you shake and moan under her touch. she has to fuck you.

“do you have lube?” she asks to which you nod telling her where it is. abby gets up squirting some lube onto the cock you gave her, taking her hand making sure it’s covered.

“are you ready?” she asks looking up at you, her hand still on her cock, stroking it like it’s attached to her. you give her a few eager nods followed by a ‘yes’. abby walks over to you, pushing you on your back before asking if you’re ready again like she’s scared she’s gonna hurt you

“please fuck me, abby,” you get right to the point and abby nods before pushing the dildo into your weeping cunt with her hips. the way you’re gasping and whining just from her putting it in makes abby want to absolutely ruin you. abby needs to fuck you so well every time you touch yourself on camera all you can think of is her.

abby begins rocking her hips back and forth at a pretty slow pace, nearly pulling out completely before pushing herself right back in, where she belongs, you letting out little whimpers every time she pushes back in.

“faster, please, abby,” you whine out as she’s pulling out.

“gladly,” abby takes your legs, throwing them over her shoulders before leaning forward to properly fuck you. abby’s fucking you faster like you requested but it’s still not deep enough for your liking.

“abby abby deeper, please please,” you plead for her.

“can i try somethin’?” abby questions to and you, obviously, tell her yes. before you know it abby’s completely pulled out of you, whining at the empty feeling, before she’s leaning her upper back on the bed frame, patting her lap for you to straddle her.

“face away from me, baby,” abby says.

“what’re you plannin’?” you giggle out, smiling at her.

“‘ts a surprise,” she smiles back before patting her lap again to which you throw a leg over her lap (abby definitely slapped your ass) before settling right in front of the dildo.

“now what?” abby put her feet up on the bed and threads her arms underneath your thighs beginning to pull them up towards your chest.

“relax f’me,” she says quietly from behind you causing you to relax into her hold, your back to her chest. once you’re fully in abby’s grasp, you take her cock sliding it back into you.

“you good?” abby questions to which you nod and abby’s hands snake around the back of your neck, forcing you to watch you take her cock.

before you can comprehend it, abby’s fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. you can feel how tight it is, how deep she is, all of it— you practically feel her in your throat and all you can do is take it and watch.

abby’s grunts mixed with your whines and moans is making abby soak through her fucking underwear

“fuckfuckfuck abby, y’re too deep! please please,”

“you can take it— know you can,” abby replies not letting up on her assault on your cunt. you’re a fucking mess of moans and tears and drool and you can barely handle it when abby’s hand snakes to your clit rubbing it in fast tight circles with her two fingers.

you’re practically fucking sobbing with how she’s stimulating your clit and constantly fucking up into your g-spot. your eyes closes shut as you’re so close to coming.

“eyes open, breathe,”

“can’t— i can’t s’too much, ‘m gonna come,” you’re shocked you can even get out even that much.

“‘m not stoppin’ you,” abby says, not letting up in the slightest. you do your best to keep your breaths steady, but the way your orgasm is building up, it feels different.

“abby… abby abby,” you chant her name, whether it’s a warning or a plea, she doesn’t care. all abby cares about right now is the way her hands and thighs are being soaked right now. your mouth is hanging open in a silent scream just watching the way you gush all over abby’s cock.

“did you just fuckin’ squirt,” abby’s giddy right now.

“are you even human?” you breathe out to which abby just lets out a laugh, releasing you from her grasp causing you to practically collapse on top of her.

“so the answer’s yes,” abby smirks, brushing her fingers gently along the back of your neck, where she knows she definitely put too much pressure on while fucking you.

you feel her slide out of you as you roll onto your stomach eyeing her up and down. you freeze as you hear her say

“i know you’re a camgirl,”

“what?”

abby who holds your hand and carries all your bags on a shopping spree she funded (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH). you excitedly walk into the stores together, her waiting outside the dressing room, manspreading on the complimentary seats waiting for you to come out and show off what you picked out for her.

“whatcha think, abs?”

“s’cute, babe, should see if you can wear it out,” it’s a long sleeve mini dress with two slits in the thighs and she’s doing everything she can to not ruin your friendship by shoving you back into the dressing room and eating you out ‘til she’d have to carry you out of the store.

“right! isn’t it so cute?” you ask, giving abby a little twirl to where she can see it just barely covers your ass.

“yeah, i’ll buy it,” abby moves to get up and walk to the register to buy it so you can wear it out.

later when you both got back to her place she had you pressed against the kitchen counter, you both kissing each other like your life depends on it. you break the kiss to grab her hand and practically drag her to her bedroom where you push her to sit on the bed before straddling her, resuming the kissing. kissing abby is like heaven on earth; her hands are so rough but she’s such a soft kisser like she’s trying not to break you— it’s intoxicating. before you know it she’s picking you up and placing you underneath her beginning to kiss your neck. that’s when she gets a bit rougher with her kisses cos she just loves to hear the little whimpers you let out as she does it.

she’s kissing back up your jawline and her mouth moves before she can even process it,

“i think i’m in love with you,”

abby who watches you every friday night, legs spread, head thrown back fucking yourself with your stupidly obnoxious purple dildo. if she had to guess she’d say it’s around 8 or 9 inches— and you can barely take it but you’re so eager

abby who, the second you take your shirt off, has her hand in her underwear teasing her clit. she’s so desperate, she practically comes watching your tits fall to your chest as you take your bra off, but she doesn’t— she can’t, she needs to see you fuck yourself.

abby who’s practically not blinking watching you slide your own underwear off, leaning back spreading your pussy with your fingers, showing off just how wet you are. n all she can think about is burying her face in your pussy and eat it til she’s dead.

abby who’s rubbing her clit to the sight of you bouncing on your dildo on her screen, wishing your tits were bouncing in her face like that, her hands gripping your ass making you take her whole cock.

abby who wakes up the next morning going to get her usual coffee only to see you as the barista making her drink. i can’t really imagine abby being a tease since she knows you guys are technically strangers, but once she does recognize it’s you she practically falls to her knees, kinda just awkwardly staring at you while you make her drink (😭). n ur so cute you put a little smiley face next to her name and as she’s walking back to her car she sees your number on the other side of the cup.