#* ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ mine ⠀ ❫ ⠀ * ⠀ ellie

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﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀CUP OF COFFEE⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ anxious, overly critical! reader x college! ellie ⠀ ❫

⧽ ── college! ellie who fucks you whenever you're feeling stressed out and vulnerable after a lousy day cause she knows how in your head you get after making one tiny mistake. realization struck too late, and the mistake loomed large, leaving you in a whirlwind of regret. despite comforting words from everyone around you, including your supportive girlfriend, the weight of self-doubt crushes your spirit, making you feel like the ineptest person ever. instead of reassuring you with words you'll probably ignore so you can wallow in self-pity, she'll make sure to kiss up and down your neck, hands gently caressing your frame like you were the most delicate thing created.

your body will readily accept the onslaught of affections, desperate for anything to take your mind off of your racing thoughts. she'll lay you down on the couch, and slowly peel your top off your frame while you whine and moan for her to hurry up. your impatience has little effect on her as she pulls off your pants before moving to pull off her own. if you weren't in sucha dreary mood you would've paid the view more attention. she'll crawl on top of you before finding a place inches above your clit. your fingers instinctively finding her hips in hopes of hurrying this along only for her to grab your hands and pin them down on the couch. each time you tug at her grip, it tightens. never enough to hurt you, but enough to remind you of her hidden strength.

wetness pools between your legs, anticipation building between you until she finally...finally moves. her hips grind down and you finally feel the friction you've been longing for. your first thought is to moan, your own hips bucking at her rhythm. you're a victim to her pace, doing nothing more than taking any kind of pleasure she willingly gives you. your eyes droop, a pleasure buzzing through your body despite the heaviness in your chest. a part of you will demand more. faster. harder. almost akin to a punishment and she'll refuse you. each and every time until all the fight leaves your form.

"y/n" she'll whisper, emerald, green eyes gazing down at you with a gentleness that'll set your skin ablaze as her clit rubs against your own.

"yeah baby?" you gasp out , head lolled to the side in pleasure.

"you're so great."

you'll feel yourself shatter into a million fragments only to meticulously be resembled piece by piece with each soft-spoken word she utters.

PLUTOS WORLD: i have no idea why i can never use present tense whenever i use second pov. it feels like slam poetry rn sj. anyway had a bad day so

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﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES)⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ babygay! reader x emotionally unavailable! ellie ⠀ ❫

cw : light smut , body image issues , switch!reader x sub! ellie

you meet ellie one drunken night at a random burger joint. your friends had decided to spend the whole day drinking and you being the designated lightweight was the happiest of the trio. your beads jingle with each drunken sway , a cheery smile decorating your features when you turn to place your order. you lock eyes with her , yours joyous and celebratory while hers remain sunken in a nonchalant annoyance and a switch in your drunken brain orders you to make her yours. your usual seductive cadence imitates a drunk horse as you gait to the counter. you repeat the chosen order , money in hand , intending to pass it over to ellie , only for you to lose your balance and push the money over the counter. somehow even after that flounder , she still gives you her number on your way out.

the first date is nothing short of a disaster. you arrive two minutes late, the apology dying from your lips when you see the other girl no where to be found. your text messages go answered , lips pursing as you wait for a response. five minutes go by before you call your friend abby, she tells you to wait ten minutes then leave. you wait fifteen. she arrives as you’re leaving, rushing an apology out and begging you to stay, promising it’ll never happen again. it does. again and again. and you get rightfully angry . again and again. all tension is usually cut through with humour , shallow conversation about overtly dramatized versions of yourselves being the star of the show. you prove your point by causing a scene at 6 am , demanding to know why she didn’t call you after 2pm the last day. you think that after that scene she’d take off running. she doesn’t. and you can’t fathom why.

you find that ellie is loud with pda where you are still hesitant. a hand is placed at the small of your back at all times , a kiss pressed to your forehead on random occasions. it scares you at first , to be liked so boldly. much too used to the secret advances shared by your “straight” friends . slowly , you start getting so used to it that you find yourself actively seeking her gentle touch.

each time she kisses you , you feel alive . hands gently moving down your moss green dress in a way so sensual , you can’t help the wetness between your legs that she expertly avoids. a way of teasing you , drawing out the control she knows you wish to exert . you respond to her advances , manicured hands shoving her on the couch and climbing on top of her . her skinnier frame shadowed by your curves.

hands desperately grab at the hem of your dress , pulling it over your head . each touch on your skin burns you , a shiver cascading down your back. her hands roam your now bare frame , a rogue hand cupping your right breast and eliciting a small gasp from you as you push your body into her eager hands. pruriency becomes you. patience is but a mystery as you grab her hand glued to your hand and move it to your sex. the next gasp you let out is louder. you buck your hips , eager to chase the feeling . your free hand grips the back of her neck and pushes her head towards your neck . the whimper she emits only spurges you on .

her mouth ducks down to kiss the side of your neck , her hips jutting up with each buck of your own. if it weren’t for the tracksuit pants covering her legs , you would’ve been able to feel the wetness gushing down her thigh.

she tells you you look beautiful as if it were the air she needed to breathe . each glance at your features seem to reaffirm her claims and revive her with a vigor . you thank her … bashful the first two times , but by the hundredth declaration you start to wonder if that’s all you’ll ever be to her. or anyone.

PLUTO SPEAKS : that was my first time writing smut so you guys are legally required to be nice to me