#vega simps ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚

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me when dark!ellie . . .

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LAWD.

made this for all of you dirty whores!!!!! 💗

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i think .. i think i’m obsessed wit crazy, fucked up ellie … i don’t know if there’s something wrong wit me ..

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teddy bear by melanie martinez hits different when u’re thinking about ellie 😮‍💨

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head fuzzy thinking about mean!ellie…

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i need her

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓. 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. implied sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.

—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 (𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢)

straddling ellie's lap as she lights a blunt…

her firm grip on your thigh tightened with every drag, her palm tenderly gliding up that crease from your hip to your ass, the higher she got.

hazy crimson orbs leisurely drifted down to the delicate lace hugging your curves ever so divinely, the pads of her fingers softly digging deeper into your smooth flesh, each needy grind down on her lap the more enticing.

your soft mewls and hitched moans parting your lips were engulfed in the light puffs she exhaled, ellie's mere inches away, gingerly brushing them against the corner of your mouth.

her temple rested against yours in an effort to catch a faded glimpse of her slender fingers, that have now moved on to knead both of your cheeks.

the rough grazing of her nails against your silky skin having left faint marks, that slipped just beneath that black mesh she wanted off.

lips sloppily nestling on that very soft spot on your jaw, tracing the path up to your earlobe with her teeth, she cursed under her shaky breath, feeling your love juices leaking from between your thighs, sticking your panties to her lap,

god these fucking panties.

"fuck baby, i need to see you", exhaling another puff, her hasty digits reached for access to your heat, the slightest touch from the tips of her fingers pulling the material to the side was all it took to smear your sheen wetness across your rosy folds.

"all this mess for me, baby?" she groaned, ellie's voice low and clouded, wrapping her lips around that burnt out blunt.

clenching on practically nothing, but her slick fingers barely brushing past your entrance, the need for friction so fucking bad, she gave in to your needy, pleasured gibberish sounding pleas,

"shhh i know, baby, words are hard",

roughly bucking her hips up into you, "atta girl, feel good for me just like this, that's it, show yourself to me."

some shitty reality show you both like tuned away in the background, but she couldn't bring herself to focus on whatever is playing out across the screen, when she had you all spread out and glistening for her like this.

damn, she really couldn't wait to put this shit out and ruin you.

༺♡︎༻𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @scarletstarletz @loversreligion @hehatesmati @ellabsprincess @seraqhites @abbyskitty

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

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LESFUCKINGGOOOOO

GUYSGUYSGUYS LOOOOOKKLK

omg i’m literally going crazy…. we might get an abby audio… AHHHHHHHHANSKSSKSM

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FUCK.

neighbour! abby my head is fuzzy she’s so!!!! the breeding strap!!!! oh my god im gonna chew through the wall im gonna gnaw through wires -🌙🐛

i’m eating plywood rn for real. she just. always in fucking boxers !!!!!! jesus christ she’s always in god. damn. boxers. she just knocks on your door in them and it’s all thick, muscular thighs and toned calves. she’s got a deep gash on one of them, and the scar is so thick the white is porcelain.

she catches you staring one time and chooses not to say anything, but it’s all you can think about when you’re drunk at her house party and pushed against her on the love seat, half on her lap.

you’re tense and abby can sense it.

can sense it as she turns to you, head balancing on your shoulder, “you okay baby?” she asks, because she says that a lot. baby. sweetheart. pretty. hey pretty girl. and it’s different now because you’re straddling her thigh, the one you think about, the one with the deep gash you think about.

“you always call me that,” you say, half giggling as you turn to her. she raises a brow, “you don’t like it?”

you look down at her thigh, then reach out and run the line where the scar is. drag a thumb over the denim and abby’s breathing changes.

“how’d you get this?” you ask, pretending you didn’t hear her previous question and flicking your gaze to her. her eyes are big, and she smiles, slow and small.

“how’d you know where it is? you got it memorised?”

“yeah,” you blurt, honest, and her smile gets bigger.

“bar fight.”

“you’re lying.”

abby takes a drag of her beer, “would never lie to you pretty,” and you chew on your lip and squint at her. lean over and take her beer from her. she watches you drink, blue eyes transfixed on how your lips go around the rim.

“what you looking at?” you ask, and abby nods to you, “your mouth.”

you pull your lips away, spit trailing, connected to the glass, and abby immediately takes the bottle from you, taking a sip.

“you win the fight?” you ask, licking your thumb, wet from the bottle.

“huh?”

“in the bar, did you win your fight?”

“oh. yeah. you wanna see it?”

“what?”

“the scar.”

“i’ve seen it. you’re always in boxers, it drives me crazy. just, all thighs and legs—“

“—what?”

abby bumps her leg, knocking it up, and her thigh suddenly pushes between your legs, pressing tight. you jolt forward, hand coming out to balence yourself on her knee, swallowing down a groan that twists into a gasp.

“this thigh?” she jokes, and fuck, heat pools in your belly, pushing to your groin.

“i’m gonna fight you.”

“yeah?” abby teases, leaning forward, and she’s clasping your chin when she asks, “you think you’ll win?”

your breath catches. you’re not sure if abby can see you losing grip on reality, but there must be a part of her that notices your body curl up, eyes glaze over and breathing change when she leans closer, nose bumping again yours as she asks,

“you think you can take me?”

her eyes are bright blue, transfixed on yours, and you swallow, alive under her gaze.

“i think i can take all of you.”

abby’s mouth opens an inch. her eyes flash with something — a bolt through the blue — and her tongue comes out, licking the corner of her mouth. she lazily gazes at you.

“i bet you could. bet you’re good like that, huh?”

you nod, humming softy as you lean closer. abby’s thigh is still tense between your legs and as you move, your pussy slides over the denim of her jeans.

“yeah, i’m good,” you sigh.

abby leans back, and you ache at the loss. she finishes her drink, and you wait like a puppy dog on her lap for her to say it. say it, say it — please please please.

she hands the empty bottle to you.

“be a good girl for me then and get me another drink, would you baby?”

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one night, that’s all ..

i can take both of them (not in a fight)

just one chance please

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LAWD. I NEED HER PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ—

could I please get an ellie audio of her saying “touch her again and i’ll kill you” 😔🙏

2 versions for you anon!

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I WILL LITERALLY KISS U RN

this audio reminds me SOO much of ellie and it has me kicking my feet (nsfw so minors dni)

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oh ..

♡ ˚₊· ━━ can we just sit and talk about how fucking SLOPPY and NOISY abby would be eating you out? it runs through my mind every day.

her humongous arms caging you in, flexing as she keeps your legs spread wide open and locked against your chest. your pussy on complete display, jus getting abused by your girlfriend’s mouth each passing second.

abby would be absolutely relentless as she lapped up your pussy, taking long drags of her tongue along your whole core. tasting and savoring your slick essence before she’ll start flicking her tongue over your poor clit with a face pace. her lips pulling the sensitive pearl into her mouth and sucking on it like her fucking life depends on it.

your legs would shaking uncontrollably in her hold, loud mewls echoing around the room along side the downright filthy sounds of abby completely demolishing your cunt. her head shaking side to side as she slurped away at your pussy so deliciously, it couldn’t get any better than this & you were going out of your fucking mind.

the absolute nasty view of abby eating your pussy made you light headed, it’s one thing to feel it but seeing it all while it happens made the feeling 10x more overwhelming.

abby’s intense orbs would be lock intently onto your rolled ones, practically drinking in your face. you were fucking wrecked, lips parted, swollen lips and chin glistening from your involuntarily drooling. the most beautiful fucking sight abby has ever seen.

“so fuckin’ good” she grunts, momentarily backing away from you. her fingers coming down to your hole, collecting your never ending arousal before rubbing it in your clit along with her spit that was everywhere.

your glossy eyes meeting her wild ones, unable to contain the small whine from leaving you when you saw the smirk twisting onto abby’s mouth. she was so fucking hot. everything about her was just… fine. the way she was playing with your clit with that cocky look on her face, the way that black tee looked so delicious on her, it was everything.

the next few moments were a blur, abby fingers were now suddenly rubbing you with so much pressure and so much speed. practically ripping the fucking orgasm out of you forcefully. you couldn’t talk, hell you could barely fucking breathe properly.

“a—abs-“ abby groans at the sight of you coming undone, you were making such a fucking mess. she didn’t know if she wanted to look down or look up at you.

“that’s it, give it to me, goood girl baby” abby praises, voice low and gravely. her fingers still keeping up it’s assault on your puffy button. making you writhe and shake against her hold.

safe to say… abby would be a nasty beast eating you out

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“god did she want to slap it blue.” pls do .. i’ll try not to cry sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Omg pleaseee do a part 2 of the side kink Abby ask it was too good…just imagining her fucking you slowly with the strap and you begging her to go faster, my head is in shambles rn…

abbys kinda mean :(

it was so slow, painfully slow, dragging on as if time itself had hit the snooze button.

“your cheeks are so red, s’pretty” she mocked, gasping for breath in between her moans. she was buried deep inside, not budging an inch. she loved seeing you like this, your eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched, like a little bunny, it drove her wild. you were quiet. she was just so so mean, teasing your needy, hungry little hole for hours, first with her big fingers, and then with her strap. when she finally, finally slid inside, practically slipping right in, chants of her name left your mouth. “abby- abs, abby-“ you moaned in between choked breaths.

“so tight bun, what if i break you? hm?” she whispered in your ear, while toying, pinching your sensitive nipple. you were squirming restlessly, bucking your hips forward, begging her to start fucking moving. god, you needed it so bad, your clit was fucking aching, and that feeling of being so full - so full of abby, made you clench around her black silicone cock.

“can feel ya- you know that? like a little heartbeat” she grunted. sometimes, being inside you made abby delusional. she swore she could feel you inside, your pulsating essence, swore she felt your gummy walls clench around her cock. she knew it wasnt possible but god, did it feel real.

“i think-…” she said, her gaze locked firmly with yours. she almost looked worried.

“w-what… abby” you whimpered. dont cry, dont fucking cry, you thought, desperate to keep your emotions in check.

“i think youre too tight for me, cant fucking move- shit” she grunted, a mocking tone laced in her words. so so fucking mean. how longer could she go? she thought to herself, is she going to cry? would you break? fuck- that last thought made her clit throb with anticipation. she couldn't help but moan into your mouth, relishing the sensation of your warm breath against her temple.

you mustered the strength to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. what did she mean by cant? she cant fuck you? fuck, you poor little thing.

“yes you can abby- yes you can” you said, breathless, you didnt say please but god, were you begging. her own little cheerleader.

her tongue slid up to her cheek, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she fought back the urge to burst into laughter at your expense, her pathetic girl. of course she fucking could, but fuck how orgasmic it was for her to see you like this. every fiber of her being wanted to mock you, to mimic your soft whimpers and tease, yes, you can, abby... yes, you can.

“dont think i can, bun… look” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. she thrust herself inside you, just slowly slamming her cock and hitting that sweet sweet spot that made you whimper her name. a sharp, tingling pain shot through you. it was so so big, and you really were so so tight.

“ow- ow’abby” you whimpered into her mouth, the discomfort evident in your voice.

“see? it hurts you… i cant move” she teased, and forced your thighs open. one thing about abby, is that she loved seeing your little cunt stuffed with her inside. god, the sight of that slight bulge forming on your stomach had the power to unravel her within seconds.

“fuuuck” she grunted, and spat directly on your puffy clit. the warmth of her saliva created a sensation that was almost like friction, an intimate caress that tickled and teased. you wanted to tell her to move, now! to start fucking you like a whore! but abby, abby got so mad when you talked to her like that. as if you had some authority over her and fuck - you didnt.

“please” you begged, your voice choked with hiccups, so desperate.

she raised her hand and firmly squeezed your cheeks together.

“please what?” she demanded.

“please abby!” did you just yell?

“no- no” she tsk’d, not like that.

“please abby what?” she patted your cheek, god did she want to slap it blue.

“please move, please” you begged.

she tightened her grip on your cheeks, exerting even more pressure. your muffled moans sounded fucking ridiculous, the same way they do when she has her cock shoved down your throat, rendering you speechless.

“you gotta” pat. “tell me” pat. “exactly what you want- understand?” she commanded, her voice was so stern. you were her little brat, and she made sure you knew that.

“please, ab- move inside- fuck me- jus” you hiccuped in between soft breaths. as you looked into her icy blue eyes, you noticed a transformation, a darkness that turned them nearly pitch black, reflecting her primal lust.

without any warning, she forcefully thrust herself deep inside you, the wet, squelching sounds emanating from your dripping hole filling the room with an obscenely lewd symphony, it almost made you gag.

“like that?” she groaned, her hand instinctively wrapping around your throat, exerting a gentle but firm pressure.

she slammed her cock inside again, more forcefully now, causing your eyes to roll back in ecstasy, she tightened the grip she had on your throat. “this is what you want?” she moaned inside your mouth, lost in her own pleasure, fuck- how it hit her clit just right.

“f-faster” you growled.

“too tight” she whispered, and stopped her slamming. “cant move”

“abbyyyy” you whined, your lips forming a small pout, seeking her attention. she leaned in and gently pecked your swollen lips, a soft laugh escaping her. you were just so so cute.

“jesus bunny, s’fucking needy”

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louder for the people in the back 🗣

Celina’s horny thoughts/opinions (that no one asked for :P) : Ellie and Abby

things i was thinking about last night when replying to things in my inbox. these are my subjective! opinions! they are obviously not in anyway “canon” or what everybody else thinks.

Abby receives, Ellie gives. Abby’s a creamer, Ellie’s a squirter. Abby uses the name “bunny”, Ellie uses “princess”. Abby uses her strap, Ellie prefers to finger fuck you/eat you out. Abby’s rough, Ellie’s soft.

Abby prefers mean! dom, Ellie is a soft! dom. Ellie wants you below her, Abby likes when you’re on top. Abby is degradation, Ellie is praise. Ellie uses restraints, Abby used her hands. Ellie is quickies, Abby takes her time with you. Ellie is Orgasm Denial/Edging, Abby is overstimulation.

celina’s note: again !! i think both characters could be all of these things, not just one or the other, this little “this or that” was just something i thought about last night will i was writing.

request/inbox open now.