#Elliot smut

[huhniebowl]

could u do a morning/night cuddling with dom blurb/oneshot ?? him just being super clingy and soft

hi:) thank u for requesting, & thank u even more for ur paitence! this is a bit short, but sweet. and as always i seemed to have taken a sappier route. i do hope u love this, but please feel free to message me if this wasn't up to ur liking, i have no problem catering to u<3

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You’re fresh out of the shower, and dressed for bed when you hear it.

A rhythmic knock at your apartment door. A spoon full of ice cream sits frozen in your mouth, and you still in your bed. You furrow your eyebrows and glance at the clock. It's 12 am, and last time you checked, none of your friends had mentioned stopping by. 

At the same time the knocking stops, your phone chimes with a text. 

Dom: open the fucking door

You grin and sit up, spoon still between your lips. 

You: U have a fuckin key 

You: Use it 

You: I'm not gettin out of bed

You swear you can hear muttered curses from outside, and a bag drop. 

Dom: fucking prick 

A few minutes pass, and the door opens. You hear him close and lock it, then the sound of your fridge opening.

You go in for another scoop of ice cream, a smile big on your face when shuffling is heard coming down the hallway. You can hardly conceal your giddiness.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend in just over a week, he had a week-long studio session with Kenny. So to say that you were feigning to see him again would be an understatement. 

Just as you pull your spoon from your lips, your bedroom door swings open and there he stands. 

Backpack slung over his shoulder, and his hair a bit damp from what you assume is from a shower.

He looks at you, trying to look irritated, but there’s a smile under it. In fact, it wants to show out so badly, that Dominic turns around, takes a deep breath then faces you again.

You burst into laughter, and it’s then he can’t pretend anymore. He grins so big his eyes start to crinkle, and he drops his bag to the floor.  

“You’re such a prick for making me dig for my keys.” He starts, kicking off his Crocs, and tugging off his hoodie. 

“Ah yes, I think I read something like that in the text you sent me.” You shrug, placing your bowl and spoon on your nightstand, knowing what's about to come.

Dominic nods his head and sucks his teeth. 

“Mhm, so since you wanna be smart, you know what’s coming right?” He closes your bedroom door and gets into a running position. Your grin has yet to wipe off your face, and you scurry over to your side of the bed. 

“Dom I swear.” You start, it’s a fake warning. You know it, and he does too.

“Too late.” Then he breaks off into a mini-sprint and lunges himself onto your bed. He makes sure to land softly, but sturdy. Landing right on top of you.

You scream and your arms automatically spring out and wrap around him. You lock your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala. He laughs with you, pulling his head up to tilt it back, and you melt.

He looks youthful. Happy. Content. You’re own laughing slows, and eventually fades out. You can’t help but admire him in this state. He looks absolutely beautiful, and you can’t believe he’s all yours. 

You unwrap your arms from his neck and bring your hands up to cup his face. It’s then his laughs simmer down. He’s looking at you, eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in atmosphere. He sees the faraway look in your eyes, they almost seem to be glazed over and glimmering. You swipe your thumb over the apple on his cheek, and Dom softly smiles. 

“You’re beautiful Dominic.” You lift a hand up from his face to his hair; raking it back before settling back on his cheek. “I love you so much.” You breathe. 

The air around the two of you gets warm. Feels heavy, but in the way of comfort. His lips slightly part. He breathes out a laugh, and looks off to the side, shaking his head. 

“God, what did I do to deserve you.” Before you can reply, Dom leans down and places his lips on yours. You gasp, but it doesn't take you long to recover. You kiss him back with fever, you press back with intention and pressure. It’s sweet. It’s languid, and it’s home. 

You bring a hand up behind his neck and press him in deeper. There’s nothing sloppy or obscene about it. It’s intimate; a moment reserved only for you and Dominic. You could spend a lifetime kissing him. Having him wrapped in your embrace. This is worth everything to you. 

To your dismay, he pulls away from your lips and just brushes his over yours gently. He kisses down your jaw, to your neck, then ends his trail on your shoulder.

On his way down he mumbles sweet nothings, expressing his love and admiration for you after each kiss. You have to keep yourself from drowning under it all. It doesn’t take much for you to want to be completely consumed by him. By everything that makes Dominic, Dominic. 

He pulls back, and your hand goes right back to his face. Both your thumbs swipe at the x’s on his lids, and Dom sighs. 

You unwrap your legs from his waist, and you maneuver yourselves under the comforter. Dom still lies on top of you, now in between your legs, head on your chest. You have him held secure in your arms, as he traces patterns on your hipbone.

Every now and then softly snapping the fabric of your panties against it. He leans down to place a tender kiss on your skin, then lifts up to leave one more kiss on your lips. It’s soft and heavy. You have to fight the urge to keep him there. 

You feel his body melt into yours, when he goes back to your chest. His heartbeat begins to slow, stepping into rhythm with yours.

The soft scratching of your nails in his hair, your fingertips dipping inside the top of his shirt to rub at his back. It’s all so warm. 

Whatever was weighing on his shoulders. Whatever was plaguing his mind. Whatever was being said about him, draining his mental and will to succeed in his work. It’s all burned.

Burned away by the warmth only you seem to emit. It comes from your lips when you kiss him. It comes from your arms when you hold him. And it comes from your eyes when you look at him as if he’s the sun and stars. And it’s all for him. 

“I love you too.” He mumbles, leaning up to leave a kiss on the underside of your chin. 

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[itsoutrageouss]

Hey, is it okay if you wrote a story where Elliot fucks the reader in a bathroom while rue and Jules are looking for them? Thank youu❤️❤️

be quiet for me - elliot

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 0,8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (fem receiving), elliot being a horny mess

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“Shh baby, gotta be -fuck- quiet for me, m’kay?” Elliot said breathlessly into your ear. He was caging you in as your hands grabbed desperately at the corners of the bathroom wall.

You nodded eagerly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt not to make any noise.

Elli couldn’t wait any longer. When you had arrived at Jules’ house for her little birthday get together, you just looked so goddamn fine. His hand was creeping higher and higher on your thigh as all of you were watching a movie and when everyone was distracted with dancing and drinking, he had pulled you aside smoothly.

You were so tight around him now, as he fucked into you over and over again. His thrusts were fast and messy, and you were sure you’d never experienced him this horny ever. He near-whined into your ear, absolutely feral and head over heels for you in this moment.

“Elliot! Fucks sake, y/n! Are you fucking or something? We need you for truth or dare!” Jules and Rue yelled in turns, the sound muffled by the white bathroom door. No one knew you and Elliot had a thing going but he was too horny to be sly tonight.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned your name brokenly. It seemed he was the one that had to be kept quiet, so you placed your hand roughly over his mouth while pushing his head back so he’d look at you. His eyes were watery and pleading, and your hand over his mouth made his eyes roll back and his thrusts impossibly faster. You didn’t reply to the girls as they laughed somewhere downstairs.

Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter he had put you on. His absolute desperateness made you clench around him even tighter, coating his dick is wetness that might even seep onto the tile under you. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his temple as his hands clawed at your waist, his hips never faulting. “Shit I can’t-“ you whispered, pushing your hips into his now to feel him deeper, faster.

He felt your muscles tighten and his hand flew messily to your wet, puffy clit and rubbed it quickly. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your thighs shook around his hips where his sweats were pushed down. “Fucking cum for me, please,” he ordered, before footsteps where heard outside the door and a loud banging. Horrible timing, because you felt yourself squeeze Elliot’s dick so fucking tight, felt a hot slickness coat him while your heart raced and soft lips were open in a silent moan. You came so fucking hard and Elliot was stunned.

He wanted to reply to Jules’ obnoxious, drunken banging but his hand splayed on the wall instead as he buried his head in your neck, biting down on the apex of your shoulder as he came.

“Two seconds. I- I spilled on my shirt,” you yelled out hastily, breathless and ragged.

“Sure. Just don’t get anything gross on my counter please!” She laughed. “I won’t tell though, I promise”

She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.

Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.

“God I’m sick of hiding this,” he muttered from your neck. You pulled his head up by his curls to look at him. When you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, he pushed his hips flush with yours again, his coarse hair grinding against your oversensitive clit. Your words stuttered over each other into incoherent moaning.

“Fuck I wanna walk back out holding your hand. Please?” He asked softly, breaths still quick and ragged. You felt your heart clench at his request and nodded wordlessly.

“Okay.” You smiled, gasping gently when he pulled out of you. You were about to jump from the counter when you heard the soft of Elliot’s knees hitting the floor.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, voice low and hoarse as his thumb swiped through your wet, slick folds. Your stomach clenched at his words and touch, and he leaned forward to take your clit into his mouth. He sucked carefully while looking up into your eyes, hands on your thighs. You moaned shamelessly this time, not able to look into his intense gaze as your eyes averted to the ceiling.

He gave you a few appreciative kitten licks before getting up and handing you some toilet paper to wiper yourself down. When you had thoroughly cleaned the sink, per Jules’ request, you walked out of the bathroom with Elliot’s warm hand in yours.

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[ifeeltoofuckingmuch]

I saw that you write smut for dominic fike maybe a pussy eating smut !singer reader him eating her out before she goes back to preform?

Sing about that next time?

A/N: I've tried, I don't know if it's good ahhh.

Dominic fike x singer!reader

Warnings: smut, pussy eating, slight daddy kink.

Not my gif ^

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You have just finished your interview and now will be performing live in about 30 minutes. You go back stage and head to your dressing room, where your boyfriend, Dominic, is.

"Hey baby" he says while he sits up from the couch. "Hi." You say sighing, tiredly. "I missed you" he says kissing you all over your face, making you smile and move you face away.

He leans down and grabs your chin and leans in to give you a passionate kiss. You quickly kiss him back. You moan softly against his lips and he slips his tongue inside your warm mouth.

"baby, we can't. I have to go in 25 minutes.." you say, breaking away from the kiss. "I don't care," he responds, kissing your neck, "I can make you cum in less than 5." He whispers in your ear.

You blush, giving up. "Ugh fine" you say dragging out the e. He grabs your hand and drags you to the couch. He lays you down and lifts up your dress to reveal you lacy black painties.

He drags your painties down to reveal your soaking pussy. He brings his pointer and middle finger and rubs your swollen clit softly. You whimper as he quickens the pace.

"Oh my God.." you moan, Dominic chuckles at your sensitivity. As he gets you near your orgasm, he stops. You whine at the lost of contact but before you could open your mouth you feel his lips latch on to your puffy clit.

You moan and whine as he swirls his tounge on your it, he brings his hand to keep your legs wide open so he can continue to eat your pussy without you closing you legs. He uses his free hand and brings his pointer and middle finger and softly enters your warm hole.

"fuck.." you moan quietly. He continues to finger fuck you and flicking your clit with his tongue. You pull on his hair, that let's him know you close. He fastens both of his movements, as you whimper louder and louder.

"daddy please" you whine, begging him to let you cum. He's curls his fingers up and hits your g spot repeatedly and that's when you break. You let out an inaudible moan.

he looks up at you and smiles, your out of breathe and panting. "Shit." You breath out and laugh softly. Suddenly you hear a know on your door and hear a voice. "10 minutes" says the voice.

Dom hovers over you to give you a peck on the lips. You get up and get ready to perform. You were about to leave when you heard Dom yell "sing about that next time!"

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[persephonesbody]

the weekend: part i, elliot x reader

୨୧ the weekend masterlist synopsis: in which he's in a relationship but still has you wrapped around his finger... but only on the weekend warning(s): infidelity/cheating, angst, arguing, lying, implied makeup sex, delusion (reader is just like meeee lmao). author's note: you sayyy youuu got a girllll, how you want me? how you want me when you got a girlll?? let me know if you all would like a part two :) (edited as of 12.30.23) wc: 1.2k

"What's on your mind?" He asked, pulling your head out of your thoughts.

You caught yourself doing that a lot lately. Taking the time to step back and do some hardcore reflecting. It was apparent that the person that you were becoming was beginning to cause conflict in your life.

When you started fooling around with Elliot, it hadn't occurred to you that what you two were doing was wrong. He'd done such a good job at convincing you that your loyalty didn't lie with his girlfriend.

I mean, you two hardly knew each other. All you knew was that he quickly grew fond of the girl two weeks after he transferred to East Highland. About a month after that, they were dating. 

But Elliot was a liar. And a good one.

You met him at a party and caught him right in the middle of a personal smoke sesh. He asked you if you wanted to take a hit, and you obliged. Next thing you knew he was tonguing you down in a dimly lit bathroom, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

At that point, you had no clue about his relationship. That night led to steamy rendevous, and soon enough it became frequent. Every weekend, he would hit you up at midnight and then pick you up. What happened after that was unspeakable. 

That lasted about a month before you finally found out about her.

You overheard her and Maddy talk about their relationship, and you were vexed, to say the very least. Swearing up and down, when you confront Elliot about his secret relationship, you won't let up and cut him off for good.

You swore but didn't hold yourself to the swear. The minute he began to rest his case, he confided in you about how bored he was with his relationship and how he did like her but felt like he wasn't taking their relationship as seriously as she was. 

He promised that he was going to break up with her soon.

A smart person would just call him a liar and leave him alone... right?

Wrong. You fell for his lies and now here you were. Saturday night, tangled in his sheets while he smoked a joint and played tunes off of his guitar. 

"You." You responded.

He glanced up from his guitar to look at you, "Me?"

You nodded, your eyes moving from his to the nail you were picking, "You and... her."

You heard a deep sigh escape his lips, "I told you that I'm breaking up with her."

"You tell me a lot of things, Elliot."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Your eyes rolled, staring at his face, "It means that you tell me things that I'm supposed to believe, but I don't. Not anymore."

He's stuck. He's confused. He didn't think that you would bring this conversation up, as it was an unspoken rule between the two of you not to argue over his relationship.

Mostly because he didn't want to account for fiddling with two girls' emotions, all while trying to have his cake and eating it too.

But you were fed up. You wanted Elliot to yourself, and it was eating you up inside knowing that you only were allowed access to him on the weekends.

"Why won't you just break up with her? You say that you're not happy and that you're dissatisfied with your relationship yet you still stay with her. Why?"

The questions were coming up like word vomit. It was as if once you started, you couldn't stop. All the emotions that you had bottled up inside were starting to fizzle out, and you figured that now was the time to address his betrayal.

You didn't even realize that he was now standing up, inching closer to you and your face with his hand. His demeanor was nurturing and confused. It made you wonder what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Y/N, I love you. You know that,” he started, “I just… can’t be with you right now. I like what we’re doing. It’s simple.”

What the fuck?

Simple. That statement alone was enough to make your heart drop. 

He caressed your cheek and then placed a soft kiss on it. Then he turns away and heads to the bathroom.

What the fuck?????

All you could utter was “Are you serious?” which you meant to say in your head, but it blurted out with such disgust lacing your tone.

He ignored you and a moment later you heard his pee hit the water in the toilet. You roll your eyes again and inch near the bathroom door, awaiting his departure. The sink runs, assuming that he is washing his hands and then the door opens. 

For the life of you, you could not read the expression on his face. You wondered what was going on in his head and why he was treating you this way. You wondered so much to the point where that was the question that you blurted out.

“Treating you like what? I thought I made it clear what this was.” He gestures between the both of you, “We fuck on weekends. I don’t understand why you expected anything else out of me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who proposed the idea of us fucking around. You’re the one who initiated this whole thing and promised me that you were going to break up with her. Don’t try to flip this shit on me.”

He plopped on the edge of his bed and you stood in front of him with your arms folded.

“I’m not flipping anything, sweetheart,” He smirked and chuckled, adding fuel to the fire, “I like it when you get all mad at me,” His hand reached for your hip and he pulled you into his lap, then placed soft kisses along your neck. 

You pushed your hands against his chest slightly, “Elliot stop. We’re having a conversation.”

He sighed, dropping his hands, “I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t continue this thing we have going on if we argue all the time. Now do you want to talk about my girlfriend or do what you came over to do…” his voice trailed off as his fingers went back to massaging your sides, then cupping your butt. 

He squeezed your cheek softly and stared at you with his low, red eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for you to respond, “Hmm? Do you still want to talk?”

Your lips parted, lingering for something to come out, yet nothing did. Instead, he leaned in and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply. 

This is how it went every time. You would ask him about her and he would avoid accountability by trapping you in his seductive web. It was like clockwork. And you always fell for it.

You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself anymore, because you knew that he was going to continue to lie. 

At this point, you were fully aware of what you were getting into with him, and you were starting not to care. And at this point, you were willing to put everything on the line if it meant you still got to have a little piece of him on the weekend.

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[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

Masterlist

“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

hii this request is for Smut Night!

Could you please do elliot (euphoria), “eyes on me,” “why are you such a tease?”, “tell me what you want” and the situation is one bed?

I got you buddy, this is such a good combination!

I didn't realize that when Rue and Jules invited Elliot and I over for a sleepover that Elliot and I would end up in Jules' guest room, unsupervised, with one bed. But I guess, in the grand scheme of things, I should be glad it worked out that way.

"How are you this good at that and how didn't I know." I moan, gripping onto Elliots curls as he grips onto my hips, every thrust he makes going deeper and deeper than the previous bunch. My hips jump to desperately meet his, trying to get an ounce more of stimulation to further this along but he has no interest in making this quick.

"Stop squirming and tell me what you want." Elliot whispers lowly, his lips dragging against my heated skin as I moan out embarrassingly loud, Elliot's hand coming up to cover my lips. "I guess you can't exactly ask for what you want when you can't put words together, huh?" He teases and my eyes roll instinctively at him but it only makes his thrusts slow, his hips rolling into mine at a painfully slow rate that has me trembling against him.

After a few minutes of torture, he removes his hand and makes a sly comment about wanting to hear me, his hips snapping against mine at his previous, steady pace.

"Why are you such a tease?" I quiz, nails dragging down his back and he groans against my lips, biting playfully at my bottom lip.

"Cuz it's fun and you take it so well." He grins, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine as I raise my thighs to wrap around his hips, holding him tightly to me. My eyes seem to roll back into my head as he reaches new depths of me, new spots that I never knew existed before this accidental night. "Hey," he tuts, pressing a loving kiss to my cheek before wrapping his finger around my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "eyes on me."

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[mochasenby]

Seduction and Possession Pt 2 Everyone knows of Elliot; he's the kindest bachelor in Pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he? He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen. Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part 2

Find part one here! And find me on Ao3!

Since then; Elliot had changed. It was noticeable to the other townsfolk. He was always trailing after the farmer; always there for whatever assistance she needed. He refused to allow her to dirty her hands and took her offer of helping her out.

At one point he even tried to convince her to leave the farm work behind and stay with him. Yet she laughed at the suggestion. Her laugh sounded as if angels were singing in his ears.

Things started to take a darker turn whenever she was invoked with the others. It started with Sam and Sebastian. 

He watched in envy as Sebastian and Sam crowded her. They were chatting about their band and were offering her to be their drummer. Elliot glared at the young adults. He could see Sebastian's eyes drifting from her face to her chest as Sam’s hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder. 

They want to bed her. A voice hissed in his head. He’s thinking about what her chest would feel like pressed against his. Elliot glared at Sebastian as he kept glancing at his darlings chest. He wants her. You can’t let that happen. 

“Pardon me,” The duo paused as Elliot forced himself between them and his darling. “I apologize for interfering, but we already have plans.” Elliot smiled through his anger as his hands slipped around her waist. 

“Really? That sucks, well maybe you can swing by my place after,” Sam winked.  He could never please a woman. Elliot insulted Sam in his head. As for Sebastian, he’s just a shut-in. He’ll never love her as I can.  

“We’ll see about that,” Elliot smiled as he pulled her away. “Wait!” Sam grabbed her arm as rage flashed in Elliot’s eyes before disappearing.

“The offer still stands, I think we could make sweet music together,” Sam grinned as her face flushed. Absolutely not. Elliot scoffed. Is that what he calls flirting? Pathetic. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves more. 

Elliot leaned down to her ear as he whispered, “Your voice would sound beautiful if it were crying my name.” He softly spoke as she gasped, face flushing a darker red as she forgot Sam’s words.

The duo froze as they heard his words. Sam just smiled as Sebastian glared at the older male. 

“Now, shall we?” Elliot pulled her away as he repressed the urge to rip off Sam’s fingers for grabbing her arm. He knows it's not her fault that pigs hit on her. She’s too beautiful for her own good. Maybe I should hide her away so no one will see her. He wondered as she stopped walking. 

“Elliot?” She called out as he paused. “Yes, dear?” He replied softly as she blushed. She looks so divine with that blush across her face. He thought. She bit her lip as she sighed.

“Nevermind, let’s get to my farm,” She smiled as he tilted his head. “Is something bothering you, dear?” He asked softly as he cupped her face. 

She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed, but when I’m with you, I feel safe.” She muttered as his eyes widened.

His hands shook as he stared at her lips. Kiss her. The voices were screaming at him. He wanted to kiss her, desperately. 

But he is a gentleman. Instead, he embraced her. He shuddered as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elliot,” She smiled as he hugged her tighter. “Of course darling, I’ll always protect you,” He joked back.

Even if it means I have to hurt others.  

As days went by, Elliot found himself following after the farmer even when she was unaware. He stalked her as she worked on the farm, as she fought slimes in the mines, and as she slept.

Elliot snuck his way into her home, her pet ignoring his presence as he’s already been around long enough. 

Elliot crept up on the farmer as she slept. He repressed the urge to kiss her lips as he snatched her clothes. Back in his cabin, Elliot panted and grunted as he fucked his pillow. Sweat dripped down his face as he pulled his hair back. He brought her clothes to his face as he inhaled her scent.

He moaned quietly as he fucked his hips deeper against his pillow. He imagined fucking her just like this, worshipping her body. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly as he moaned. “ Darling – fuck,” He hissed as the head of his cock dragged against his sheets. 

“I want to ravish you, I want to fuck you till that pretty voice of yours is crying my name,” He panted as his legs twitched. His chest heaved as he buried his face into her clothes.

He moaned as his cock jumped at the scent. “More,” He whispered as he started up again, fucking into his pillow as he writhed and begged for her.

My dearest,  

I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. It's a sin to lust after an angel such as yourself, but I cannot help it. I find myself craving more and more of you that my comfort isn’t enough. I need to touch you. I need to feel you. 

But you are so fragile that I’m afraid to hurt you. But soon, we won’t have to worry about that. Our bodies will become one as I consume all of you. 

- Elliot 

Elliot knew that his darling needed to get out and chat with friends. But what he hated was how whenever she was out, there was a demon attempting to charm her. Elliot tried to hide his glare as Alex began hitting on the farmer. 

How disgusting. Does he not know how to properly treat a lady? Elliot hissed in his head. “Come on, just come over and I’ll show you my gridball training,” Alex winked as she laughed nervously.

She’s uncomfortable. He needs to leave her alone. Elliot hissed as Abigail stepped in. “You're making her uncomfortable, fuck off Alex,” She hissed as Alex laughed. “I’m just playing around! No need to be so sensitive.” He snorted as Abigail started going off on the player. 

Elliot watched along the sidelines as he sipped his wine. With Abigail around, there was no need for him to step in. But rage was building up in his chest as he nearly broke the glass in his hand.

The final straw was when Alex made a comment about the farmer's outfit which made Elliot snap. Abigail scoffed as she stood in front of his darling. “You disgusting son of–”

“ Well, I do believe it’s time for us to leave,” Elliot cut in as he stepped between the two. “Abigail, thank you for your assistance but it's no longer needed,” He smiled as he glared at the athlete. 

 “Can I get your number?” Alex ignored him as Elliot’s eye twitched. He’s trying to seduce her. You can’t let that happen. The voice hissed again as Elliot grabbed her shoulder.

“Darling, please step outside with Abigail for a moment, I need to speak with Alex,” He smiled assuringly at her as she slipped out. Abigail glanced cautiously at the male before following. 

As soon as the door shut behind her, the kindness in Elliot’s eyes vanished. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you are revolting,” he hissed as Alex grinned.

“I get that alot, she’s just playing hard to–” Alex was cut off as Elliot snatched his wrist. 

“Unless you want to lose your fingers, you’ll refrain from touching my darling again,” Elliot snapped as Alex laughed nervously. 

“Come on, I was just playing around,” Alex defended as Elliot’s eye twitched. “ And I’m not, I’ll cut off each of your revolting fingers and then snap your legs as if they were nothing but twigs. You’ll stop your harassment, won’t you dear Alex?” Elliot threatened as Alex nodded nervously. 

“Y-Yeah, I got it,” He stuttered as he ran out. 

Disgusting. Elliot hissed to himself as he left the tavern. The nerve of that immature athlete, if his darling wasn’t around, he would’ve— 

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of his darling called out as he froze, The rage building up had flooded his body immediately. “Of course I am dear,” He smiled at her.

“Everything alright?” Abigail asked as she eyed Alex stumbling into his home. 

“Of course, we just had a nice chat,” Elliot smiled. Abigail was skeptical but ignored it. Ever since that day, Elliot’s gentleman persona turned darker. He watched as Shane blew the farmer off, anger coursed through his veins.

How dare he? Ignoring his darling? Elliot isn’t the type to get his hands dirty, but Shane won’t go unpunished. As Shane awoke the next morning, his chickens were gone. 

And Elliot was just getting started. He soon targeted Alex by manipulating him into completely avoiding his dear. It was ironic as he snapped at Shane for ignoring her, but Alex was a different story.

“ I wonder how you’re future will turn out when suddenly you break your legs,” Elliot muttered as he towered over Alex.

“I swear! I’ll leave her alone just leave me alone!” Alex cried. Harvey wasn’t any trouble, but he hated how he touched her during exams. He envied that Harvey saw her naked before he did. But he couldn’t harm Harvey, he’s the only doctor around. So he’ll be left alone. For now. 

The farmer used to be surrounded by townsfolk, but lately, no one showed up. Alex would turn the other way if they were crossing paths. Shane wasn’t found anywhere. Sam and Sebastian looked uncomfortable whenever she said hi.

Harvey suddenly no longer was available to help her when injured. The only one around was Elliot. He was always there, listening to her as she ranted. Just as he planned. He sat in her room as she served him dinner. 

“I just think it’s insane that they started ignoring me, did I do something wrong?” She wondered as he shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong, darling, I’m sure of it,” He assured her. “Your sweet Elliot, but I don’t know,” She sighed. 

“I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” She smiled as she stepped away. As she left, Elliot sighed quietly. Her scent was everywhere. No matter how many times he’s been in here, he can’t help himself. As she came back, his eyes widened.

She was wearing the shirt he stole a few nights before. The shirt that he wrapped around his cock as he fucked it to the thought of her. I need to take that shirt again. 

His face flushed as she sat down. As the two ate, she began to notice his odd behavior. “Elliot? Are you alright?” She asked as he paused. “Darling, there’s something I wish to tell you,” He started as he grabbed her hand. 

“(Y/n),” He muttered as his grip tightened. “I just want to thank you, you’ve inspired me in numerous ways and I’m afraid that you’ve charmed this writer's heart,” Elliot whispered as she gasped. 

“Elliot. . ” She softly whispered as he sighed. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m utterly obsessed with you, not a day goes by without you dancing in my mind. I crave your touch and without you, I feel nothing,” He muttered lowly. She attempted to pull away but he refused to let her go.

“I saw the letters, Elliot,” She muttered as he stiffed. She saw them. He screamed in his mind as he panicked. 

She thinks you’re a freak, she’s going to try and run away. You can’t let her go, you can’t let her– 

His train of thought was interrupted as she cupped his face and brought her lips to his. Elliot’s eyes widened as he instantly responded.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was a sweet taste on her lips. And he craved it. Elliot shivered as she pulled back, smiling softly at him. She parted her lips to speak as she froze. 

Her vision blurred as she swayed in her seat. “Oh, was the dosage too strong? I suppose Harvey had difficulty preparing it,” Elliot muttered softly. 

“Elliot?” She softly whispered as he shushed her. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here for you,” He smiled as he stood next to her as she collapsed against him.

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to avoid this method as I worried I may hurt you, but I had no other choice. I meant what I said as I’m utterly obsessed with you,” He cooed as he cupped her face. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, darling. You’ve charmed me so,”

“ And I can’t let you go.”  

- Elliot

Possession: The act of belonging to another. 

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[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?“

Inspo: Ryan Beatty - Dark Circles Weston Estate - Where Do We Go? Brakence - hypochondriac

Pairing: Elliot x Male!reader

Summary: The dark circles of heartbreak was something you needed escape...

Warnings: Angst, description of smut, and even more angst.

Words: 2663

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Days seemed to slowly tick away with each tap of your finger against the old desk. Nights turned to day, and days turned to night. Like with each tap, the days and nights went by in those few seconds. It was a constant cycle with the extra shit you never asked to be included. If it is drama going on at school or your own unfortunate misfortunes involving Lexi and Cassie. There were just a whole lot of factors that went into your day that was never requested. It left exhaustion to seep under your eyes, forming dark circles that you weren’t able to break free from.

But things were simple when Elliot was here.

“God.” You placed your head in your hands, rubbing at your crimson eyes.

You wished his warm hands ran up your quivering thighs. How the calloused pads of his fingers would follow each curve of the limbs. His lips just a few inches from yours. God, you could already see the smirk that would dance across his lips. Enjoying how pitiful you looked- How palpable you became under his touch. You could hear him using his favourite pet name, whispering it in your ear as you are trying to catch your breath. “My baby boy is so excited-”

The sound of pounding at your door made you whip your head around. “Who is it?”

“Hurry up, girly. We’re going to McKay’s party,” Cassie called out on the other end of the door before her footsteps retreated back down the hall. Leaving staring at the door wide-eyed, hands covering your erection, and a fermenting dread building in your gut.

But you knew Cassie and Lexi’s goal with doing this was to get you laid. And having your sister help you get laid with another guy wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was them sitting in your room trying to play cupid. And as much as you wanted to back out of their plans, you knew Cassie would pull you down the stairs by your ear and force you into the car.

So, you got dressed, sweeping your blonde locks out of your face and splashing water on your face. Just to hide the fact that you hadn’t left your room or the house since summer break started and this was the first attempt at socializing with others.

Getting downstairs, you found your siblings to already be waiting for you in the vehicle. Leaving the entire backseat open for you.

Hopping in, you heard Greyson Chance playing faintly through the speakers. Cassie sitting, scrolling through her phone and Lexi adjusting the side mirrors. “Did you call me, girly?” You inquired, a hint of a smile on your lips as you stared at the side of Cassie’s head.

“Y/n, you can’t tell me that you've grown your hair out to my length, have facial structure ideal for a girl, and a small frame that every gay guy wants from a twink to tell me you aren’t considered girly.”

Her words made Lexi laugh as you slapped your sister on the shoulder. “You gonna call me a slut next?” You quipped.

“Just matters on how much dick you get tonight and we’re making sure it happens,”: Cassie said, motioning between her and Lexi. “This isn’t middle school anymore. You are free from relationships and you need to let your wings out and experience the life of getting wasted and getting laid.”

All you could do is sigh and try to keep that smile up for as long as you could before the vehicle started moving. But all you could do is open your phone and stare at the apps for a few moments before your thumb gravitated toward the photos. Scrolling through the many meaningless pictures of you, your friends, your sisters, and then Elliot. Pictures of the both of you together at the carnival, pictures of him playing his guitar, and some of him just smiling at you with a dreamy layer in his eyes. It made your heart heat up at the fond memories spent with the guy who was your first kiss, first boyfriend- first time for everything. Among those pictures were videos that were more recent than the innocent ones the two of you shared early on in your relationship.

You pressed on one, making it mute as you watched with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Elliot was laid out in his bed, naked. The camera was hovering above him with his gaze zeroed in on you. As the camera trailed down further, it revealed his hardened cock standing at attention. Twitching with the need for stimulation. The faint glint of the silver ring could be seen as you could already hear the groans that fell from his lips. Pleading for you to help him finish and spare him the pain. But you swiped off the video before you saw too much.

You couldn’t shake him. From your mind, from your words, from your actions. It made you wonder if he experienced it as well. Did he think about you? Did he slip up and say your name? Did he watch the sensual videos of the two of you together and wish for that again? Does he idolize someone the same you did for him?

It left an empty part inside of you unfulfilled. And hurt you knowing that if he was putting his time into someone else, then you would have to give that up. Give him up. The thought alone left your stomach turning. Because even if someone was better, you truly believed you would always be his best. But sitting in the back of this car, knowing that Cassie and Lexi would strive to get you laid, made you wonder who was better off in the long run.

And even when you got to the party, sisters pulling you despite how dead limp went with them, you realized that this rebounding might just be your downfall. Not comparable in any comparison, but you might just end up like Rue. A junky trying to hide the pain from the loss she’d experienced. And you knew that if you even entertained the idea of moving on, some part of you would always end up belonging to him.

“Hey, psychoanalyst.” Lifting your head, you smiled at the sight of Maddy. Leaning into her side when she sat down on the counter beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Out of all your friends, you were the youngest. The “baby” is what they liked to call you–Your own little nickname within the friend group. You were innocent to a lot of the bullshit that went on. Never did drugs. Never indulged in alcohol. And never had any real bad encounters with Nate. Sure, he wasn’t afraid to say he thought you being a “fag” was weird to him and he would never accept you. But even then, it was something so minor when the two of you had been tasked with a school assignment. He never made any comments further than that. There was mutual respect, even though you knew he was a dirtbag that needed to be put into the ground. But that was why you were the baby. They trusted you more than themselves with secrets about what was going on in their lives.

“Hmmm, nothing.” The unconvinced look on Maddy’s face made you huff. “Really. I just don’t like parties. You know this.”

She hummed, raising a brow. “You sure it’s not because your ex-boyfriend is staring at you from across the room?”

It was embarrassing how quickly you raised your head to look around. But Maddy found it highly amusing, no matter the sounds of annoyance you made. “Y/n, baby, you are a little puppy whenever Elliot is mentioned.” Maddy stroked your head, fingers gracefully running through your locks in a soft and delicate way. “Although I hate that Cassie and Lexi want you to get over him, maybe they’re right in this situation. I mean, I had to do the same to get over Nate.”

“But you still feel things for him?” You inquired, looking at her innocently.

Maddy sighed, rubbing your back. “Yea’, I still have feelings for him.”

There was a mutual level of understanding between you and Maddy that has been shared since last year. Both your exes broke your guys’ hearts and left you two to try and figure out ways to cope with the pain as they lived on. Now, unlike you, Maddy had to see and hear all about Nate. Who he was fucking, what parties he was going to be at, and the inevitable visit or text he would give. It was a twisted and unhealthy relationship you would never speak your mind to in respect of your friend.

But for you, Elliot was a blip in the system that was reality. There wasn’t a specific time that you could think back on when he was really around after the two of you broke up. You heard he was around town. Driving around at midnight, like the two of you used to do. Or he was at school where you would spot his bleached tips from down the hall before he disappeared for the rest of the day. And maybe there was some part of you that wished he would acknowledge your existence. Share the same hall when the two of you are going to your separate classes. But you knew Lexi would try to comfort you and say, “This just makes it easier to move on, Y/n. Never seeing him is a good step toward something better.”

“It’s just hard, y’know?” You muttered. “He just seems so close, yet so far. I can call him or text him, but I have a feeling he doesn’t want anything with me.”

“But that’s maybe how it should be,” Maddy speculated, grasping at straws of reasoning. “All things aren’t meant to be forever. A friendship, a boyfriend, a girlfriend- not everything works out until you find the person that just sticks.”

You stayed leant against her, watching the party ensue in front of the both of you. Only able to scoff at the reality check. “That’s a shit way to live.”

A steady laugh fell from Maddy’s lips as she pressed a kiss to your temple. “But that’s how it is and you either to accept that or continue living in the past.”

She hopped off the counter, sighing with a smile as she turned to you. “Now, are you trying to get your dick wet or sit here and mope over something you don’t have control over?” She inquired, a mischievous look in her eyes. Waving her arms in some sort of hypnotist act, making you unable to contain the smile. “C’mon, darling. Let’s go dance!”

With a groan, you took her hands, laughing when she pulled you in the direction of McKay’s living room which was packed with teens. And seemed from Maddy’s encouraging attitude to let loose or it was the realization that tonight could just be used to let go of everything, you embraced the freedom. Laughing at Maddy dancing against you sensually, brandishing a matching joyful smile to yours. You do the same with her, Maddy grabbing your hips and cheering you on.

These were one of those rare moments where you got to forget about the problems going on in life. Because even though you hated going to parties, you didn’t need drinks in your system to have fun. If you are with Maddy, your sisters, and even Fez, you felt allowed to shed the skin you had on back at home and just be yourself. Something so minuscule ended with it being so important to you when things became difficult or mentally demanding.

But across the party where your eyes gravitated, you could see him. Standing there with a cigarette between his lips and a red solo cup in his grasp. And his eyes stayed planted on you. His eyes were trying to portray something to you. Like a word about to be spoken but the sound of booming music cut him off.

And he looked good. The same long sleeve he let you wear countless mornings with nothing else underneath hung lazily off his slim figure. He wore the same semi-baggy sweatpants he’d have on when he played his guitar while you sat on your laptop on his bed and helped your mother with bills. The face tats were the same and still looked gorgeous on him. Everything about him screamed the same and something about that hurt you.

So much so that you had to make up some sort of excuse to Maddy. Ignoring her worried questions as you rushed out of the living room and outside. It felt like there were more eyes out there watching you, curious as to why you were uncontrollably sobbing into your fleece sweater.

“Y/n!” You could hear him calling your name. His Converse patted against the driveway as he chased after you. The intentions were simply unknown to you but you didn’t want to know. “Y/n, please just stop for a sec-”

No hesitation could be evident in your actions as you spun around, pointing and exclaiming, “No!”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide, raising his hands in surrender as your face twisted. Maybe it was the misconception you created that maybe you wouldn’t have to see him ever again, which you knew wasn’t possible. Maybe it was the close proximity of Elliot that made you scared to simply go through the pain all over again. Which made you shake your head/ “You- You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to talk to me!” You cried.

He sighed, hands dropping by his sides. “I mean, I didn’t know there was a manual-”

“Stop being a smartass, Ell!” You yelled in exasperation, silencing him. Placing a hand over your face, sniffling in an attempt to hide yourself or your heartbreak from him. But he only attempted to reach out, searching to comfort you. But you recoiled, weeping softly. “You didn’t change.” You whispered, almost as if you were finally realizing it for yourself. “You didn’t change your style of clothing. You didn’t get a new tattoo. You don’t have someone else you can call yours.”

“Y/n, I’m-”

Before he could even finish his words, Cassie and Maddy, who must’ve searched for you and came running when they saw Elliot, stood between the both of you. “Back the fuck up!” Maddy shoved Elliot back, who clenched his jaw, raising his hands once again. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Hmm?”

“I am leaving,” he replied honestly.

“Good. That means you stay the fuck away from Y/n, Elliot,” Cassie spat. “You’ve done enough damage.”

“Cassie, please-” You pleaded, trying to pull your oldest sister away, hoping to just leave as soon as possible and go cry where there weren’t curious teens gathered.

Yet, Maddy made sure to shove Elliot again, pressing her finger to his chest. “You stay away from baby and if I see you near him again, I’ll kick your head in,” she threatened. “Got it?”

Still, Elliot kept his hands raised and walked away. His eyes flickered to your glass ones before he turned and went back to the party. Leaving you to be escorted to the vehicle before Lexi came running after some sort of commotion happening at the party that called for Maddy’s and Cassie’s attention. Which left you in a cold and claustrophobic space with your second oldest, who simply held your hand as she drove.

And throughout that drive, all you could hear were her hushed reassurances. Ones that were meaningless to you in a time like this. But one stuck with you that either brought you realization or hope for the future.

“This is what it takes for us to grow, Y/n.”

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[indefiniteimagines]

Day 3: Lactation Kink

You're sitting up on your bed doing homework when you start to shift uncomfortably. Elliot is downstairs with the baby while you work on your philosophy essay that was due last week. Luckily, since you gave birth your professors have been very lenient with you and when you get your work in. You didn't want to take advantage of the opportunity the other students weren't getting, so you tried to balance everything. But with the baby, school, work and Elliot, it all became a lot that some things slipped through the cracks. Like your own well being.

You were in deep thought, typing away on your laptop when you suddenly see a figure cross the hall, thinking nothing of it until Elliot steps in the room,

"He's down," he says turning on the baby monitor. "How's it going?"

"It's going," you say as you feel him climb up your stretched out legs. You instinctively hit save on the essay as he's slowly puling the device from your lap and closing it. He lazily makes his way up the rest of your body, plopping his head on your chest. You immediately wince in pain,

"OW! Elliot, ow. Get off real quick." He sits up with concern as you go to gently cup your breast. Your face scrunches as they ting with pain the second your hands make contact.

"Jesus Christ."

Elliot soon realizes the problem, mentally kicking himself for not checking on you more and forcing you to do the basics.

'When did you last pump, babe?"

"I don't know. I don't even know what time it is."

"I'll take that as more than 4 hours. Y/n, that's not good."

"No shit, Elliot. I just need to make it stop," you say on the verge of tears.

"Okay, alright," he says getting off the bed. He retrieves the pump off the shelf and brings it back to you. He sits on the side of the bed and gently helps you pull your sports bra past your breasts and over your head. You lean back in slight relief and close your eyes for a second, completely oblivious to the buds of milk seeping from your sensitive nipples.

Elliot notices immediately before kissing your forehead, down to your cheek, lips, and jaw. You briefly forget about the pain as his kisses make their way down your collarbone and to the plain of your chest before kissing the top of your tit.

Your eyes fling open at the sudden pressure and look down at him. He's looking back at you before ever so gently swipping his tongue across your nipple, licking up the leakage. You don't protest and he latches his lips around your pulsating bud, sucking lightly. The moan his throat elicits runs through your whole body as you watch him feed.

He brings his right hand to cup the side of your left tit when he switches sides. Your clit begins to pulsate at the intimacy that is being shared between you two. You've never felt a sensation like this and with the pain going away at a more rapid speed, you can't help but let out an audible moan.

Elliot smiles against your supple chest as his other hand makes its way past the waistband of your leggings. You slouch a bit more, allowing him better access. His skillful fingers start to massage your clit as he takes turns between each breast; sucking and running his tongue along your nipple in a flickering motion.

Your hand reaches for the back of his head when the pressure on your clit starts to deepen. It's not long before you're soaking his fingers in your cream and arcing your chest into his mouth. He takes his hand from your bottoms and puts his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

The pain in your breasts have completely subsided when you feel Elliot detach. He removed his finger from your mouth and connects his lips to yours. Your eyes open widely again when you feel the warm liquid flowing past his lips. You moan again and drink in what he has to offer you.

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[luvfae]

COCKBLOCKS

summary: you and elliot get interrupted

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, slight smut

You were sat on Elliot’s bed, waiting for Rue and Jules to arrive, listening to Elliot as he sang a song on his guitar. You loved it when he played and Elliot knew how much you loved to listen, which is why his eyes never left yours the entire time he played.

You scooted closer to the boy, who had slowly became your best friend over the past few months, wrapping your arms around his neck as he finished up with his song, placing his guitar on the ground.

“You’re so good at that,” you smiled. “I wish I could sing.”

“Not everyone can be as talented as me,” Elliot snickered, jokingly. Your jaw dropped, playfully punching his arm.

“Rude,” you muttered. Elliot grabbed your arms, pushing you back and pining you to his mattress. You giggled as his fingers danced across your ribs, tickling you like crazy. “Stop! Stop!” You begged, pushing him off of you.

He laid next to you, his elbow propped up, resting his head on his hand. You stared into his eyes, realisation hitting you in the face, you had feelings for him. Little did you know Elliot has had feelings for you since the day he met you.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips and without second thought you moved closer to him, hands gripping onto the fabric of his sweater as you pushed your lips against his.

Elliot’s hand made it way to back of your head, keeping your lips firmly on his as his tongue roamed your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and felt him smirk as he deepened the kiss.

You fell back flat onto his bed once again, pulling him on top of you. Elliot’s lips moved from yours and began trailing down your neck, leaving light bruises against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled through his curls, thighs rubbing together to relieve some tension, but Elliot noticed this. He forced your legs open and you gasped.

You felt his hand creeping up your skirt, his fingers lingering on your pussy, the soft fabric of your panties being the only thing keeping him apart from your most sensitive area.

“I can feel how wet you are through your underwear,” Elliot smirked. You moaned at his words, hands snaking around his neck.

“You did this to me,” you replied.

But before anything else could happen, you and Elliot both heard Rue and Jules walk through the front door. Your eyes widened as Elliot rolled off of you and you fixed yourself up, glancing over at Elliot who was tucking his hard dick into the waistband of his pants.

“To be continued,” Elliot said, before walking over to the doorframe of his room to welcome Rue and Jules. You sighed, collapsing back onto his bed, wishing that the girls had never showed up.

“Cockblocks,” you mumbled.

© luvfae 2022

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[huhniebowl]

A Dare’s a Dare

Elliot x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smutt & also a try at some plot...pray he never sees this

a/n: whew...hey guys. long time no SEE! it’s been a hot minute & i’m so sorry about that. please accept this gift as an apology...i didn’t even mean to make this so long, & i definitely still need to make corrections, but alas, here we are. please enjoy & maybe leave a comment? i love reading your guys reactions/thoughts! :)

a/a/n: wait, also, can we talk about cochella? because i was SAT! mama’s boy is already my favoritee.

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One of the lightbulbs in the bathroom flicker as you lean down to sniff a line of coke off the porcelain sink. Then it blows out. You told Elliot weeks ago that it needed to be replaced, but as usual, his “I’ll get to it.” gets lost in all the other bullshit he spews. 

Throwing your head back, you scrunch your nose and sniff. Not yet used to the burn.

Unrolling the five-dollar bill, you shake it out and shove it in your pocket. He left it in the bathroom for you anyway. You do a quick sweep around to make sure there’s nothing that can show what’s been going on in there, swipe the powder off your tight long sleeve, and walk out. 

The music that was once muffled behind the door is now clear as you sway to the beat on your way back into Elliot’s room, Jules and Rue sitting on his bed with a joint between Rue’s lips. 

“Ooo, that the vanilla backwood–” You start, then stop when warm hands grab your face, and your lips are pressed against another pair. It happens so fast that you barely have time to process it before the warm body moves away. You stumble and look up. 

Elliot. 

“That wasn’t 10 seconds,” Jules calls out, leaning into Rue. They’re going straight to hell if you have any say in it. Though considering the life choices you’ve all made from the moment you crossed paths, you’ll be right there with them. Elliot too. 

“You’ve never really kissed a girl before, huh, Elly?” Rue mocks, lighting the blunt. 

Elliot leans over and whispers in your ear, “Let me keep my dignity, and I’ll let you keep my five in your pocket.” Damn. Touché. 

You shrug and nod, reaching to grab his face and pull him forward. You’re too high for this shit. 

“Start the clock.” Elliot points, looking at Rue before meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall. 

Your heart is going well over the average beat per minute, and for once, you can honestly say it wasn’t because of the line you just did. You’ve wanted Elliot since the day Rue introduced you to him. Charming, snarky, sarcastic. Qualities right out of your manifestation journal. 

The both of you clicked immediately as if you’d been a past connection. Got even closer as the year went on. 

You once considered confessing. Telling him you wanted the title of being his and him yours. But that long since died out the closer you became. You’d rather him a friend than nothing. 

So every girl he's ever brought up, fucked, confided in you about, you sat there and took it. Shoving down what you felt and ranting it all out to Rue and Jules until you felt good enough to shove it down again. You thought you were doing pretty good, well, until now, since his hands are squeezing your hips and his mouth is hot on yours. You’re more than sure your pussy rivals Niagara Falls right now. 

You know this is some fucked up dare on Jules's part nonetheless, and you really shouldn’t enable her, but fuck it. 

It’s just a kiss. 

So you melt into him, let your hands slide from his face, and rest one on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. You accidentally give them a harsh tug when Elliot pulls back a little to suck at your bottom lip while slipping a warm hand into your sweats to grope your ass. 

At the same time you whimper, he huffs out a hoarse ‘fuck’ against your lips at the tug. You open your eyes and pull back just a bit to see he’s already looking at you. Desperation is evident on his face, and his chest heaving just as much as yours. His eyes dart back down to your lips, and you can tell he’s about to go in for another kiss. You just about meet him halfway until your drug-muddled brain processes that you both aren’t alone. The harsh shrill of Jules yelling out shatters the atmosphere.

“10!” You jump, and Elliot freezes, dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his shake with laughter. Unfortunately, the new position leaves you face to face with your friends looking at you with a smugness you want to punch. You throw up your middle finger. 

“We literally yelled out 10 a good zillion times. You two were practically fucking in front of us.” 

You roll your eyes and push Elliot off when you feel him start to leave soft kisses up your neck, afraid you might actually jump him in front of company if he keeps going. Besides, that wasn’t part of the dare.

“You’re so fucking horny.” You groan, sliding down on the carpet, still trying to catch your breath. Elliot grins and takes the joint from Rue. 

“Sorry, but I couldn’t go out like that. A dare’s a dare.”

You grumble and try to ignore the ripple of hurt that rides through you. For a split second, you let yourself believe that maybe the kiss was of hidden motive. Despite it being a dare, you hoped there was at least some truth behind his touches. 

Suddenly you hate your friends for the dare, but more so yourself for letting the strong wall you built fall the second he unknowingly dove into your hidden desire. 

Your response was a bit delayed, a dry laugh as you reached out for the joint. Closing your eyes and letting your head thump against the wall after your pull. 

Fuck. 

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Time goes by, and your high eventually fades. Rue and Jules left when Jules’s dad began calling about her whereabouts. You stayed behind with Elliot, you two in the middle of a movie when your friends decided to go. 

When the credits roll, you glance at your phone. Two am. 

“Can I stay the night?” You ask, looking up from your phone. Your stomach swirls when you notice he’s already looking in your direction. Stare intense, and you wonder how long he was staring in the first place.

“It’s pretty late, and I really don’t feel like going home.” You know he’ll say yes, so you quickly text your sister and toss your phone. 

“Yeah, sure,” He rolls over and stretches, “You know where everything is to shower and shit.” 

You nod and roam around his room for a shirt and a clean pair of boxers. 

“You don’t already have a hookup planned for tonight, do you? Cause that would suck.” You laugh under your breath, turning on his orange lamp. Your back faces him while you move around, and you notice he’s silent. Too long for a joke. Not even a scoff. You turn around and see him on the edge of his bed, hands running down his face. 

“I stopped those a while ago.” You raise your eyebrows and shuffle in your spot. The air goes tense, and you don’t like it. So you try to shift it. 

“What? Ran out of girls in the area?” Your smile drops as soon as it starts when he looks up at you in annoyance. A look that’s never been directed to you. 

“No, I got tired of fucking people who didn’t give a fuck about me.” You’re immediately swallowed by guilt. You cross your arms and stop shuffling. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that.” He waves you off and gets up to grab a clean towel. 

"Mhm." He walks out to his vacant cousins' ensuite bathroom and slams the door. You jump in your spot and groan. Muttering to yourself on your way toward his bathroom. 

You brush your teeth once you’re showered and dressed. His boxers rolled down to fit your hips. His shirt smells like him, and you find yourself bringing it up to your nose any chance you get. 

Spitting out the toothpaste, you rinse your mouth and stare at yourself in the mirror. Eyes trailing down to your neck and remembering how Elliot’s lips softly moved up that sensitive part of your skin hours ago. You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t push him away. 

Would he have kept going despite having company? Bite down? You shudder, shaking your head and gripping the sink. You've stayed over at his place before, but this feels different. Something is looming over the two of you, and you don’t know if you like it. 

You give yourself a dramatic thumbs up in the mirror and walk towards his room. The orange light from before is off, and a dim glow emits instead. He turned on his string lights. 

The ones you got him for his birthday last year. You smile to yourself and see Elliot cross-legged on his bed, rolling another joint. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you, rightfully so. But it still doesn't make you feel good. You lean on his door frame and watch his fingers skillfully pearl the backwood. You know he knows you’re staring at him, but he doesn’t make a move to say anything. 

Your eyes move up to his mouth, fixating on how he uses his tongue to lick the seam of the rolling paper. His eyes flick up while doing so and lock with yours. Your breath hitches, and you watch as he trails down your body before making eye contact again. You divert your attention elsewhere, clicking your acrylics against each other. 

Elliot sighs, and you hear him place his rolling tray on his desk. 

“You just gonna stand there or help me smoke this?” A silent peace offering.

You stay by the doorway, still a little unsure, watching Elliot place the blunt between his lips and lie on his back, holding his lighter out to you. 

“Light me.” 

You huff and push off the frame, crawling on his bed and taking a seat on his window seal. The square cut out big enough for you to comfortably sit in. You grab the lighter from his hands and spark it, leaning forward to light his spliff. 

“Elliot, I’m—” Once again, his eyes meet yours, and your words die in your throat. You’re closer to him than before. His curls are still damp and loose, framing his face. Skin soft and dewy from skincare, and the amber glow from the flame. 

He’s so fucking beautiful. Being this close, your thumbs itch to rub over his apple tattoo; then over his eyebrows, then gently use the pad to pull down his plump bottom lip to watch it bounce back into place. 

They’re loosely holding on to the vanilla backwood, pink and soft. You want to kiss him again. Taste the flavored remnant that undoubtedly coats his lips the longer the joint sits there.

Elliot shuffles, and you snap out of your revere, clearing your throat. You quickly light his joint as you feel the lighter wheel heat up under your thumb. Then continue your apology. 

“I'm really sorry for earlier. What I said was fucked up.” 

“Yeah, you think?” He’s being sarcastic, but once again, deserved.

“At least the sex you’ve had meant something. They don’t just fuck off after.” Elliot takes a long pull and hands it over to you. 

“Who would’ve thought me, of all people, craved intimacy during and after a fuck.” He gives a dry laugh and blows out. 

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Elliot looks over at you. “The guys I fucked were only interested in me for that reason. A fuck.” After a pull, you let your head rest against the wall, “Led me to believe it would be something more, then left with a half-assed sentiment once I gave them what they really wanted. Never even cummed for a guy.” 

You shrug, then blow out the smoke before continuing. “So I guess we’re on the same boat then, huh?” 

You look over at Elliot, his face unreadable. Silence falls over you both like a thick blanket as you pass the joint between each other. You let him get the last hit, holding it out for him lean up and take a pull. 

He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head, eyes lidded and red as he watches you snuff out the blunt and toss it out the window. You suppose your eyes don’t look too far off from that too. 

His voice, although soft, jumps you out of the silence. 

“You’re more than just a fuck.” You suddenly find it hard to breathe. 

“You too, Elliot.” You whisper, scared to break the atmosphere you two have made. He’s quiet for a moment before continuing. 

“I wouldn’t treat you that way. At least with me, you’d cum.” 

Your heart damn near stops, and you inhale at his words. He reaches a hand out to your ankle; the pads of his fingertips cool as they rub at the warm skin over the bone. Mindlessly playing with your anklet, you shiver as his hand moves to caress your calf. 

He shuffles closer to you, and your thighs quiver at the new tension. You can’t process what’s happening anymore. What’s real, and what’s fake. 

Being high blinds the practicalness you usually have when it comes to Elliot, making everything regarding him, sugar-coated. Elliot’s processing through your brain like he’s a wad of sugary cotton candy, and you’re feigning for it bad. 

It’s why you feel your body mindlessly moving on its own as you climb down from his window and over to him. You straddle his hips, and his hands slide under your shirt like clockwork. 

He’s close enough to where his breath fans over your lips, he’s focused on them until he catches your gaze. “I know I can give you what you need.” 

You nod, letting out a shaky breath when your clothed clit barely rubs at his dick, poking under his sweats. His body reacts to prove his words right. 

“So, please, can I make you cum?” He doesn’t need to ask twice. 

“God, yes, Elliot.” And just like earlier, his lips are on yours. It has your pussy puddled in seconds. It’s slow, wet, and sounds lewd even in your ears. 

Just as you guessed, there’s a faint taste of vanilla, and it has you whimpering. Your moans filter in soon after when he grabs your hips and pulls them down, pussy rubbing against his hard-on. 

He’s harder than earlier, and it feels too good; it has you jolting up. His groan is guttural, sending spikes of pleasure through you like no other. You swallow the sound and let him flip you both over. 

“Wanted this for so fucking long.” He breathes, leaving kisses down your neck. You don’t know what to say. Still not comprehending this is happening, let alone someone you’ve been yearning for admitting that he has been too. 

He moves back to yank off his shirt, and you’re whining out to him before you can stop yourself. Needing him back against you. Elliot chuckles at your neediness, returning for a kiss that barely leaves you in touch with reality. 

“Take this off for me?” He whispers, tugging on your shirt. You pull it off and bring him back down, his hands running over your newly exposed skin. Fingers brushing over your tits. 

“Can I?” His voice is strained, composure just short of being lost.

“Yeah.” You breathe, feeling him kiss down your chest until his warm mouth suctions onto your nipple. 

You curse out and arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and gripping it hard. He groans against you, his dick pressing harder against your thigh as he ruts himself into your soft skin. Desperate for friction.  

You don’t realize how much he’s getting off to this until you bring yourself to look down and see his eyes closed. His lips suctioned around your right nipple, his fingers rolling the bud of the left one. He’s in a state of bliss, so lost in himself. He pops off and moves to the other, tongue flicking over your nipple in a way you wish was on your clit. 

“Elliot, please.” You whine, pussy gushing yet again when you feel him grind harder at you saying his name. 

“Please, what?” He moves off your nipple and lays his head on your stomach. Looking up at you while his fingers replace where his mouth once was.  

“Need you.” You can’t say it; you won’t. You’re more than sure he knows where you want him. You can tell when you hear him huff a laugh. 

“You’re going to have to tell me where.” You quiver when you feel his fingers rub over the drenched spot on your boxers. His boxers. 

“It’s here? You need me here, right? You really drenched my boxers, didn’t you?” 

“Yes, right there. Please, please.” You whine, unable to feel embarrassed. Not when he has you this worked up.

“See. Not so hard.” He muses, sliding them off and slowly pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, look at you.” He whispers. “So pretty and so wet. Just for fucking me.” He looks up at you, “Anyone ever made you this wet?” 

You shake your head. “No, just you. Only you.” Elliot’s in awe, someone like you all glistening and needy for him. It's like he’s on a power trip. “Can I record eating your pussy?”

Your mind is too sugar-coated for you to think straight, your trust and reliability around Elliot allowing it to be as such. A question like that from anyone else would have had you shriveling up in disgust. But with Elliot? You find yourself pliant. Ready to let him do anything he wanted to you. 

“Your words.” He murmurs, his fingers pressing down on your clit to watch your juices spread. 

You squeal at the pressure, “Yes, yes!” 

“Good girl.” He feels around for his phone. You hear the start of the video and through lidded eyes, see him shining the camera flash on your soaked folds. 

“Looks even prettier in the light.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the camera, but your pussy visibly clenches at his words, and he chuckles. 

“Can you spread yourself for me?” 

He was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. 

Obediently, you slide your pretty fingers to your cunt, and slowly open yourself up to him with your pointer and middle finger. You hear the sticky sound your pussy makes as you reveal your clit to him, the jewels on your acrylics glinting under the flash. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out your name, zooming in. “Keep it there.” He says, reaching his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. 

“Elly!” You whine, thighs trembling. He hands you his phone without a word, eyes not tearing away from your pussy. With a shaky hand, you take it and position it so he’s in frame. 

“Hold still.” 

“Oka–Shit, Elliot!” You cry, his tongue flicking your clit before you can finish. His eyes are closed, lapping you up like he's starved. You want to close your eyes, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of everything, Elliot. But he told you to hold still.

So you look down in the camera to make sure he’s still within frame and almost cum right there. He’s looking up into the camera, right at you. It has your stomach clenching and pussy throbbing under his tongue. 

“Feels so good, Elly, don’t stop.” You cry out. He keeps a hand firmly on your thigh to keep them open and brings the other to rub circles on your clit. He moves down and shoves his tongue inside. Tongue fucking you and eliciting the only sound he wants to hear from you.

You let out a moan so pretty it has Elliot’s dick harder than ever, and he falters in his movements for a second. Pulling back to leave quick, and messy kisses to your pretty fingers for holding yourself open for him. 

“M’ gonna cum!” You squeal, dropping the phone to grip his sheets. You could feel it; you were about to snap. And you’re so desperate for it. Desperate to cum for him. 

He pulls back for a quick second, “Come on, baby, you can do it. All over my face, come on.” Then he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue back on your clit. 

You reach both hands down to grip his hair, “Yes, like that; stay there, stay there!” You cry, toes curling when Elliot does as you say. 

That’s all you need. The white-hot coil snaps, and you scream Elliot’s name, cumming harder than you believed possible. Head thrown back as one of your hands squeeze the pillow under your head, the other still holding a tight grip on Elliot’s hair. Knuckles white. 

Your legs tremble, and your chest stutters. Elliot watches it all in a daze. He didn’t know someone could look so fucking beautiful while cumming. You look dewy, a thin sheet of sweat coating your body. The woman right out of his wet dreams. 

He did that to you, it was all him, and it has him moaning into your sensitive cunt. Causing your body to quiver. 

“Fuck Elliot.” You breathe, pawing his greedy mouth off you and back to your lips. You taste yourself on him and sigh.

“So good. So so good.” He mumbles, moving to bite at your collerbones. You wrap a arm around his shoulders, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Thank you, Elly, thank you, thank you.” You whimper, feeling so raw. So bared with him. You’re holding his face in your hand, overwhelmed with how he’s staring at you. Like you hung the stars and the planets. Like you’re wholeheartedly the only reason for his existence, and you almost can’t take it. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” You whisper, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your hand around his cock. He breathes through his nose and drops his head into your neck. 

“Yes, please.” His voice is thick and coarse. You don’t respond, lining yourself up with him and squeezing his arm, letting him know to slip in. 

“Fuck fuck.” Elliot grits out, as he slowly pushes, his hands on either side of your head. You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his waist. 

Once he bottoms out, you clamp down on him. He stays still, trying to pull himself together not to cum yet.  

He feels helpless, losing himself in the heat of your pussy like this. Never has he been reduced to a mess like this before. 

“Gonna need you to relax, baby, or I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly.” He rasps. You pepper kisses over his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair. Willing yourself to calm down. You feel so full, the pleasure tingling up your spine and throughout your body. 

“Elly, please move.” You whimper, desperate to feel him. He keeps himself buried in your neck, his grip on the blankets tightening. 

You’re just about to beg again when Elliot decides to snap his hips. You choke on your words and lock your ankles tighter over each other. His pace is quick but deep, the tip of his dick abusing that spongy spot you can never reach. 

Your walls flutter around him, so warm and soft, and he needs more. 

He’s pussy drunk, panting into your skin at how you’re squeezing him in so perfectly, greedy to milk him for all he has.  

“S’pussy was made for me, just for me.” He mutters.  

You can’t find your voice. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth open as Elliot fucks you into the mattress with all he has. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses at the sting. 

You find yourself gasping for air when he pulls up from your neck, his face flushed and his baby hair curling at his forehead. 

“Kiss me, plea—.” You whimper, and he’s already moving to your lips before you finish. It’s sloppy, more a meeting of spit and tongue than a kiss, but you’re high off it. 

You’re going to cum again, and Elliot can tell, by the way your pussy is tightening around him. 

He can feel your cunt drooling, his precum mixing with your arousal, causing a creamy ring around the base of his dick, and the mere sight of it has him higher than he thought possible.

“M’ gonna cum. You gonna come w’me?” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes far away.  

You nod, “S’close, Elly.” You grow impatient, moving your hips to match his sloppy pace. 

“That’s right, fuck me back, baby.” His voice is hoarse. Completely lost in his lust and need for you. You feel it again, that familiar heat pooling; you’re right there.

It takes one more snap of his hips, and you’re cumming around him hard, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you cream all over his dick. There’s a ringing in your ears; Elliot sounds far away as he works you through your orgasm while chasing his. 

“Cumming, fuck m’gonna cum.” He sounds like a broken record, but he can’t help it. 

He’s so lost in the way you’re squeezing around him. So perfect and tight. You hold him as close as possible in your weakened state, making eye contact and fulfilling your thoughts from earlier by pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb. 

“Cum inside, Elly. Wanna feel you cum.” And he’s cumming. A resounding whimper works its way up his throat as he paints the inside of your sopping cunt. He goes limp on top of you, kissing you up the valley of your chest, until he softly catches your lips in a slow and lazy kiss. So good, and thank you’s tumbling out his lips.  

You feel hot, & sticky but can’t bring yourself to push him off. So you bask in the silence, your nails raking through his scalp as you gather your bearings. You feel yourself spinning, wondering where this leaves you two. If this is the end of your friendship. If he—

“So,” Elliot draws, looking up at you and unknowingly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You look down at him and can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat. Light swatting his head.

Because, of course, this is how Elliot would ask. He smiles, content with how he can feel your chest rumbling under his head, and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Elly.”

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[itsoutrageouss]

Can u do a story where Elliot gives the reader head with ice in his mouth <33 storyline could be anything lol

So pretty like this

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 800 ish

warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers

Loud, bass music was thrumming in your ears, streaming through your veins so your heart thrummed to the beat. You felt Elliot’s eyes on you, leaning against the wall nearby with Rue. A red plastic cup hung loosely in his hand as he chatted with Rue despite his eyes following you like a lost puppy’s. You danced with Jules and a few other of your mutual friends. It felt unfamiliar, and you were sure your body was moving extremely awkwardly and stiff. Elliot didn’t seem to notice that though, that’s at least what you gathered from the look in his eyes. His head was tipped down slightly, eyes peering through his thick lashes dangerously. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, feeling your palms sweat and face grow red.

“I’m gonna take a break,” you shouted over the music to Jules who nodded sweetly at you before going back to her dancing. You pushed through closed-off crowds of people before actually reaching Elliot and Rue. Before you could say hello, Elli grabbed your wrist.

“Hey uh- we’ll be right back,’ he told Rue, wiping his nose and smiling distractedly to his friend before pulling you through the kitchen and up the flight of stairs that housed several drunk, sad people.

“Elli, where are we going?” You asked with a sheepish chuckle. His hurrying could be mistaken for either lust or anger and it made you nervous. Had you done something wrong?

You and Elliot weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend per se, but the air was never not tense whenever you were around each other. You often used weed or alcohol as an excuse to hook up with each other but had never actually described your relationship any further than ‘we’re close’

He tried a few doors until a free guest bedroom was available. He closed and locked the door while you stood silently, still not sure if he was mad or horny. Your hands were fidgeting in front of you, chest heaving from standing and cheeks rosy. You were sure you looked a mess, but right after he had locked the door, elliot spun around and pulled you in roughly by the waist, red cup still in hand. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, tongue already probing to taste you. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth that he gratefully accepted with a sigh. It was lust, thank god.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice hoarse and low as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed. He had never been this straightforward before. It was always slow at first, hesitant touched and kisses. You couldn’t deny the pulsing between your legs at his manhandling- it seemed there was no time for bullshit on his end. He wanted you now.

He placed the cup on the floor to lift up your skirt, dragging down your panties. It was fast, you barely registered what happened before a hand gently pushed you back on the mattress and your legs were spread, pussy on display for him. Your heart was racing, and you were clenching around nothing at his determination. At the silence. He was just looking at you, right where he knew only he could see you. It didn’t last too long though, and you heard him sip his drink, which you found odd. It made you raise your head from the sheets, but once again you were cut off by his cold tongue licking up your slit. You sighed, thighs twitching as your head fell back.

though he never stopped to surprise you, because soon you felt something ice cold against your clit that made you roll your eyes back, hand desperately reaching for his curls.

“Elli, What-“ you moaned again brokenly out into the air with a small, surprised ‘oh’ and the unexpected feeling. You barely registered that it was an ice cube from his drink. It was melting quickly from the heat of your pussy but he used it eagerly with his tongue, swirling it in circles around your throbbing clit. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, never believing a change of temperature could feel so good. Your thighs clenched his head as he moved the tiny piece of ice down from your clit to your hole. He pushed it in along with his tongue and your thighs clenched tightly around his head, the cold feeling inspiring a new kind of pleasure that had your wetness coating his tongue immediately.

“God, Elliot,” you whimpered helplessly as his now warm tongue touched your clit, mouth enveloping you and sucking harshly. Suddenly everything was warm again and you felt so fucking close to cumming.

“Taste so fucking good, Doll. Want you so bad,” he muttered into your pussy, feeling your hips rock into his face. Your lifted your head only for your eyes to meet as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue right on your bundle of nerves. You came with a loud whine, a broken mix of his name and cuss words. He looked so fucking pretty between your legs, big brown eyes looking up at you innocently- an extreme paradox to what he was doing to you. You softly pushed his head away and he leaned back onto his heels with a content sigh.

“Thought about doing that for fucking hours,” he said with a subtle smile up at you. “Was it okay?”

You saw a sliver of the gentle, nervous elliot behind the lust and confidence there. “I never even knew that was a thing. It was amazing elliot,” you replied with a chuckle, still feeling the wetness of your cum and the melted ice between your legs.

“Well you look really fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb running through your folds still on display. It made you twitch from sensitivity and your face heated up quickly at the way he looked at what he was doing.

He gave you back your panties and you knew they’d feel uncomfortable with your slick the rest of the night, but it had been worth it.

“I’m the only one that gets to do this to you, right?” He asked right as you were about to unlock the door. His hand was on your waist again.

“Yes, Elli. It’s only you” you assured him, turning to look into his eyes. You wanted to show him how much you meant it.

“M’ all yours.” You left before he could reply out of nervousness, and therefore missed the adoring smile that fell over his face.

You were all his.

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[nebulaafterdark]

Strictly Friends

Summary: Elliot x Fem!Reader (pwp) set in the Because Of You universe. 18+ ONLY

Y/N reaches up to the top shelf of the snack isle. The bag of chips tumbling from her hand when her back hits something hard as she pulls away. Turning to see the obstruction is another shopper, she begins to apologize, “I’m so-” Elliot…her heart seizes in the confines of her chest. “Sorry.”

“Y/N,” he clears his throat. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She tries to steady her breathing.

“How are you?”

“I’m ok.” Y/N stumbles around the words. “Are you ok?”

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really good.” This is part of the problem. Y/N and Elliot have trouble holding conversation when they’re pushing the ‘strictly friends’ agenda. Just friends while bits of him are still inside her, twined into her DNA.

“Do you want to grab some lunch? It’s been a minute. We could catch up.”

But catching up leads to I miss you, I miss you into a kiss. A kiss into ‘my place or yours?’ And so they end up here. They always end up here.

“I love you.” Elliot whispers against her lips.

Pinned between him and the wall. His hands holding her face with such revelry, like she was the only person in the world. And if she were to set fire to his heart, Elliot would blame the match instead of Y/N.

“I love you.” Y/N buries her fingers in his curls.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Those were the last words between them, two weeks ago, in Elliot’s driveway.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Yes we do.

They land on the couch, they end up there a lot somehow. Tearing at each other’s clothes.

Elliot hovering over her, his cock stretching her wide around him. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathes. Twining her arms around him.

It’s slow and it’s sweet, the pounding of his heart steady against her chest. Nipples hard, brushing against his sweat damp skin.

“Turn around,” Elliot nudges Y/N’s nose with his own.

Y/N moves over onto her belly, bracing herself against the armrest.

Elliot wastes no time slipping back in. The angle giving him perfect access to her g-spot, pressing down lightly on the middle of her back until her ass arches farther toward him.

“Shit,” Y/N sobs.

“That’s it, angel.” The curse spurring him to drive his hips harder, faster into her.

“Oh my god.” She never lasts long like this, Elliot’s fingers splayed over the globes of her ass.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” She nods.

“Then cum.” Elliot presses a kiss to her shoulder blade.

So she does, hot and hard all over his dick. Which seems to harden farther at the clenching of her inner walls.

He fucks her through it as she sobs her release against the fabric, knuckles white with her grip on the armrest. Elliot doesn’t slow down or falter. Y/N can take dick like no other.

She reaches back for his hand, fumbling desperately for something to ground her.

“I need you in my life. I want you here. I can’t live without you. Stop asking me to.”

Y/N nods in no other position to answer. This time when she finds her release Elliot follows. Fingers wrapped securely around hers. I’ve got you, you’re safe.

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[persephonesbody]

strawberry lips, elliot x reader

You and Elliot were in the middle of an instense makeout session when he stopped to lick his lips. He hummed pleasantly, "Whatever lip gloss you have on tastes good as fuck."

You giggled.

"Baby, I'm serious. It tastes like candy. What is it? Where is it from?"

"It's flavored lip gloss, babe." you tell him, "I can't remember where I got it from though."

"Well, I like it. A lot. Almost tastes as sweet as your–"

You gasped, hurriedly covering his mouth with your hand, "Elliot!"

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[blessedtobebangtan]

backstabbers pt. 2

trigger warning(s): cursing, manipulation, cheating, mention of alcohol, toxic relationships, pushover!reader , slight making out, elliot being a gaslighting, whoring boyfriend

word count: 4630

a/n: i kinda hate this because i just word vomit and i worry there’s not enough detail or that there’s too much:( but i can only try my best, i hope you guys enjoy and it isn’t to long or too far from your expectations !! sending love, always <3 ps. you guys may hate me after this lol

Was it something you said? Something you did? Didn’t do? Well, for the past week that’s all you had thought about- where it all went wrong with Elliot.

You thought about how sorry of a boyfriend Elliot was and how much you absolutely hated his guts. You thought about his lips touching the very lips of your close friend. You gladly thought about the beatdown you gave Jules with a smile; you were sorry it happened that way, but you were hurt and felt so small in comparison to her, so in the moment it seemed right. But, now you were just feeling like an insane bitch, maybe you deserved to be cheated on.

But, you were fine despite these facts.

It’s not like you would spend hours in bed thinking about Elliot’s warm hugs and forehead kisses instead of sleeping and the only way you could get to sleep was with a bucket full of tears and a cap full of Nyquil, or that you skipped one of your meals a day because you felt like the weight of thinking was going straight to your hips, so you had lost a few pounds. And you definitely didn’t still have a picture of you and Elliot in the rain from your third date about a year ago because every time you went to change it, you could mentally hear your heart crack.

Okay, maybe you were a little bit depressed, but nothing lasts forever and you’d been through much worse. So, then why was your heart lingering on something that wasn’t worth a second of your time.

Or, at least that’s what all of your friends kept repeating to you.

-

“ I just don’t get it.”, you said through sobs as you patted your wet, flushed cheeks with a tissue , “ I think I was always such a good girlfriend a-and I love him so m-”, your voice cracked and you felt yourself break down with every word you managed to speak.

Lexi pursed her lips seeing you so heartbroken and torn up, she gently rubbed your back as you laid against her shoulder for support. Lexi’s blood boiled seeing you like this because she never liked Elliot, she would see him linger around school every so often and then Rue started to hang out with him because of his drug addiction that brought them so close. Rue was so far gone at this point and although Lexi cared for her she would never go against Rue because their friendship was so damn fragile, she didn’t want to risk it ending.

So, she never expressed her concern of her friendship with Elliot until Rue introduced him to you and then she knew true fear. Lexi definitely never agreed with your relationship with the strange boy, she knew he was a bad influence just by staring at his horrible posture and well, his horrible influence on Rue who was already so impressionable. But you never seemed to mind who Elliot was. Of course you cared about Rue and didn’t always understand the people she hung out with, but Elliot was different.

You began to understand him as if you knew him all your life, then you fell for him. Elliot himself couldn’t deny the way you changed his point of view, not only did Lexi find him a bit more bearable to be around, but Elliot himself found himself genuinely enjoying life- he would smile more and found himself using drugs less often than before. He wasn’t just existing when he was with you, that’s what he loved most because that feeling had become so rare.

Until Jules.

“ I just can’t believe Jules would have done something like that to you.”, Kat said still in disbelief of everything that had gone down because of her good friend, “ I mean, she’s always been so trustworthy.”, she said and there was silence in the room.

Yeah, she was able to gain your trust and then fuck your boyfriend, so trustworthy was an understatement.

Cassie clicked her tongue as she played with her fresh set of french tips, “ You would think she had a little bit of self-respect, being in a relationship and all.”, she looked over at Kat with a disappointed expression.

Kat nodded with a small pout on her face and turned to look at your slumped figure, “ You really didn’t deserve that, Y/N.”. 

You smiled at her gently and sniffled as another tear drop fell from your eyes, you didn’t believe that entirely.

Maddy scoffed from her spot on your loveseat with her hand holding up the weight of her face in annoyance of the entire thing, “ Of course she didn't, Elliot is a piece of shit and doesn’t deserve her.”.

Maddy didn’t show these vulnerable emotions that often, she’d gotten pretty good at hiding tears from her parent’s very odd dynamic or suppressed anger from all of her arguments with her mother, but this whole situation only made her heart break for you as she was and had been going through similar things with Nate Jacobs, but that’s a tale for another time.

“ Elliot was lucky to have such an understanding, beautiful person in his corner and he fucked it up.”, she said with a raw passion in her tone which you guys recognized from her own pain, “ Now, he has to deal with it.”

A hum vibrated from your unparted lips in response as you nodded, “ You’re right.”

“ Trust me, Y/N.”, she said with a small smile displayed on her classic red lips, “ You will always be the best thing Elliot ever lost.”

The girls turned to you, nodding in agreement, but you shook your head and felt one of those cracks you’d been feeling lately begin to travel through your body slowly. 

“ If that’s true, then..”, you lifted your face from the comfort of your lap and gazed over at Maddy with puffy under eyes and ran your tongue over you chapped lips, “ why wasn’t I enough to keep him happy ?”, your throat went dry just as you finished and your vision blurred, but you didn’t care, you just allowed the tears to fall subconsciously for the past few days.

You felt like a loser; a greedy, needy loser. If you were so damn great, why did he need Jules? You two broke up three nights and two hours ago, who’s counting, but he wasn’t here comforting you, was he? He hadn’t called, texted, emailed or sent you a letter, if you were so beautiful and understanding, why had he not been in your corner? Because he had Jules? Because she understood him more than you would ever or because she had every ounce of beauty anyone could ever want. Even though, you had rocked Jules’ world undoubtedly, she had still won.

“ Hey, it’s not your job to be everyone else’s portable serotonin.”, Lexi spoke softly as she combed through your hair with ease as you cried harder, “ You are only human and you can’t hold yourself responsible for another human, who can barely go an hour without smoking a blunt or snorting lines.”, she said with a closeted pain thinking of her own past. 

Lexi didn’t want anyone to every go through anything close to what that was like, it’s not safe for one person to deal with all of that trauma alone which is why she was so grateful to have her sister, even if they didn’t always agree on everything.

Maddy got up from her spot, quietly sitting beside you and wrapped an arm around you hoping to send you comfort through her touch, “ It’s not easy being in love, Y/N, all we know how to do is try our best and hope it’s enough.”

“ And, we’ve watched you love so hard in that relationship.”, Cass said laying a hand on your leg delicately, staring at you with those kind, blue eyes, “ Maybe it’s time to start redirecting that love to yourself.”

“ Lord, knows you’ll have the time, now.”, Kat joked as she smiled at you, you smiled back at her maybe an actual smile this time.

“ Just stay strong, alright.”, Lexi whispered to you and rubbed the small of your back “ Don’t ever give him a chance to ruin your life again.”

-

“ Earth to Y/N.”, a voice called out to you as you were staring off into your locker, a tight grip on the locker door.

You jumped hearing the tone of the person and turned to your right to see a worried Maddy. She placed a hand on your shoulder and raised an eyebrow with a hint of concern on her face, “ Bitch, are you okay ?”

A small smile broke out from your lips and you nodded regaining some consciousness of reality, “ Yeah, Maddy, I’m good, I just was trying to think of a topic for my science project.”.

10/10 for a lie made up right on the spot.

Maddy crossed her arms and smiled back at you, “ Oh, well, Danny’s party is tonight and and we were all going to head out at about eight, tonight, if that’s good for you ?”, she proposed to you.

Honestly, you didn’t mind a night out- you kinda needed the distraction, but you knew if you went the girls would just spend their entire night worried about you and wouldn’t actually enjoy themselves.

“ You know what, I think I’m gonna skip this party, so I can get a head start on this project.”, you said turning back to your locker to put in some textbooks and grab a composition notebook.

“ Are you sure you want to be alone right now ?”

No.

“ Yeah, I’ll be fine, I just need to focus on school right now, but I promise I’ll be at the next one.”, you said turning back to her with your pinkie out and a smirk on your face.

Maddy’s lips formed a small pout as she hesitantly locked her pinkie with yours, “ You better keep your promises, I’ll need to drink with someone who has as much emotional damage as me.”, she joked letting your pinkie go and you laughed at her.

“ I’ll text you later.”, she said turning on the sole of her red heels ever so swiftly and made her way to the exit.

You shook your head as you laughed to yourself. Who knew having you heartbroken could actually be funny? Maybe this would be an easier pill to swallow than previously thought. 

Finally placing your notebook into your backpack and shutting your locker door, you too began to walk towards the school’s exit. But you paused in your tracks as your keys slipped from your hand and fell to the floor with a loud jingle, a soft groan left your lips, “ I just can’t catch a break, can I ?”

You held the end of your dress from coming up as you bent down to pick up the keys right within your reach, but as you placed your finger on them up you felt another hand touch yours.

Slender fingers accompanied by a very-well detailed tattoo of John Frusciante.

Fuck.

You slowly stood back up and pulled your dress down a bit more as you shifted uncomfortably in his presence.

Elliot took hold of your keys and stood up taking in your figure from bottom to top. He watched the way your hips shifted from side to side in nervousness, the way your fingers entangled one another in front of you passively, your chest rising and falling slowly, your bottom lip that was caught in between your teeth ever-so gently.

“ Hey.”, he said quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear him and give you a minor heart attack.

Is that how you start a conversation with your ex-girlfriend who you lied to and cheated on with her best friend ? Apparently so.

You released your bottom lip with hesitation and looked up at him nervously, “ Hi.” To be honest you didn’t know what to expect to get from him, but you knew what you didn’t want to hear and he so damn clueless.

“ Were you waiting for someone ?”, he asked you an eyebrow raised with curiosity, but it only pissed you off.

You guys hadn’t spoken in almost two weeks since everything went down and he was making small talk like you were old friends. Men really are shit.

You crossed you arms over your chest and sighed, “ No, Elliot, I was just about head home.”, you said, aggravation clearly evident in your tone.

Elliot noticed, but ignored it and leaned against the lockers as he looked down at you with a small smile on his face, “ Is something wrong ?”

He was fucking sick and an asshole. How the hell did you never notice ?

You glared at him and shook your head, “ Nothing at all, I just want to go home right now or anywhere else that isn’t with you.”, you emphasized with a disgusted look on your face that couldn’t even begin to describe your feelings on the inside.

“ Oh, really? That’s how you feel?”, he challenged you, his smug expression dropping and an unreadable expression taking over.

Elliot pushed himself of the lockers with a slight push of arm and stood up straight in contrast to his slumped posture which you can’t lie, intimidated you a little bit, but you just rolled your eyes at him and landing on your keys gripped ever-so loosely in his fingers.

“ Elliot, can I have my keys, I need to get home.”, you said looking back up at him only to find he was already staring at you, or more specifically your lips, you’d been glossing over with your tongue every few seconds.

Elliot chuckled to himself and bit his lip in a closeted excitement, “ So, you have no time for me, anymore ?”

An amused look washed over your face as you scoffed, “ Shouldn’t you be off fucking someone’s best friend ?”, you went to reach for your keys, but he pushed his hand into the pockets of his over-washed blue jeans with a smirk on his face.

He moved his index finger side to side and clicked his tongue, “ Bad girl.”, he said with an eyebrow raised at you and his eyes staring deeply into you with intentions unknown to you.

“ What do you want from me ?”, you asked cocking your head to the side in irritation from this entire conversation.

“ I just want to take you on a ride, that’s all.”, he cutely cocked his head to the side as you did and beyond your control your heart fluttered at his small actions which you hated yourself for, “ Then, I’ll take you home, I promise.”, he said with a pleading look on his face, almost sounding sincere to you. 

Your heart ached a bit really wanting to believe him and just go for the hell of it, but you also knew you probably shouldn’t let someone like him have another chance to fuck you up.

But, maybe you didn’t actually care.

A sigh filled the void of silence, knowing this would probably take a few minutes, then you could go home and never talk to him again, “ Alright one ride and then you take me home, asshole.”

He laughed at you, but nodded with a smile engraved on his face as he bowed to you crossing his legs, “ After you, princess.”

" Idiot.”, you fought back a small smile and walked past him towards the exit, the older boy following closely behind you with the same smile.

-

Cars flew by you with a cool breeze to your face as you leaned over the window of the passenger side. It felt so strange being back in his car after everything that happened, yet you felt more at peace than you had these past weeks as well. The sun began to set so beautifully in front of the light pink and lavender skies, stars filling the empty void like magic. You couldn’t help reminding yourself of the nights when you and Elliot would just sit outside looking at the stars talking about the most random shit for hours and the most embarrassing secrets because you trusted each other.

As your mind was beginning to be devoured by the things of the past, you snapped out of your trance feeling the car come to a stop and you looked over at Elliot.

He turned off his ignition and sat back with a loud sigh, you shook your head sitting up straight in the seat, “ Elliot, this isn’t my house.”

You guys were parked in front of a children’s playground that for some reason was the main hangout for high schoolers at East Highland, probably to sell and do drugs. 

“ I know, this is where I buy all of my drugs.”, he smiled at you with an eyebrow raised, you sat back in your seat with a quiet laugh, “ But, I’m not here for drugs, tonight.”

“ Okay, so you snatched my keys just for us to watch the park for criminal activity?”, you asked looking down at your nails for a distraction.

It was silent for a couple of minutes as neither of you spoke which made your heart pound with great fear.

“ I think I fucked up and I want to fix it.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach hearing this confession after all of these weeks. Your heart was blended with so many emotions; why did it take him so long to say anything to you, was he actually sorry, maybe he actually cared ?

He sniffed gently and rested his elbow on the window, “ I had a great thing going and as usual, I managed to ruin it. Hurt the girl I love most.”, his voice dragging quietly as if he were tired of speaking.

So, you decided to revive the conversation for him.

“ Was it just kissing or did you two go further ?”

He hummed as if he were in thought and cleared his throat from the pressure the conversation was giving him, he just wasn’t used to being so brutally honest, “ Uh, we had sex twice.”

All you could do was nod your head feeling absent from your body and more stupid than ever. He deserved nothing from you and you wanted nothing more than for him to burn in hell. You wanted to hate him so bad and maybe you did for those couple of weeks, but being here with him, now you truly didn’t know what you felt for him. 

“ Both times we were either drunk or really high and I never had the chance to think twice.”, he defended seeing your emotionless face.

You looked out of your window and raised an eyebrow questioningly, “ Did you have time to think when you were making out in this car, outside of school or were you just cross-faded ?”

He was silent feeling the weight of guilt on his shoulders and he couldn’t say anything to you. But, you weren’t quite finished with your investigation. What you asked next was risky, but you needed to know and you wanted to hear it from his mouth.

“ Do you love her ?”, you asked with the fear of the wrong answer coming from his lips.

Elliot shook his head quickly, “ Nope.”, he popped the p “ I’ve only ever loved one girl.”, you didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes on your side.

“ Well, if that’s really the truth..”, you turned your head to look at him with watery eyes, “ why did you do this to me ?”

Again, it was silent and Elliot had nothing to say, no excuse to hand out or a lie for you to believe.

“ Why did you lie to me, go behind my back and fuck my best friend ?”, you raised your voice as a tear fell from your eye and ran down your face, “ Did I hurt you with something I said, w-was I not fun or daring enough, I know Jules is beautiful so was she just more your type ? Please tell me what I did, Elliot.”, you practically begged him as another tear fell.

“ Y/N, it’s not like that.”, he said with a calm tone as he watched you break down so easily. He wasn’t sure what to say because he was never the one to make you cry, but somewhere in his heart he felt a sense of authority and control, which he liked.

“ No, it is fucking like that.”, you yelled at him with unfathomable anger and a glare of hatred, “ All I fucking did was love you, I never cheated, I never lied to you, so tell what the hell Jules has on me.”

“ She doesn’t have anything on you.”, he voiced after you looked to be calming down, “ She could never replace you.”, he said truthfully, but you counted it as bullshit.

You sat back in your seat and faced forward, silently as more tears fell against your will, “ Gonna be honest here, it doesn’t look or feel like it.”, you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear tiredly.

Elliot was not lying, he meant what he said, he just wasn’t one to match his actions to his words. He loved the feeling of being free and doing what he wanted when he wanted, but he also loved having your attention and keeping you to himself.

“ I’m serious, I know you can’t really trust me right now, but you gotta know she never meant more than you.”, he sat up from his slouched posture and eyed your vulnerable form with a sick amount of enjoyment, “ She never made me smile like you do, the warmth I get from holding you could never be topped.”

You sniffled quietly as your thoughts clouded with every word he spoke, how could he break your heart over a span of two weeks and heal it within minutes?

He looked you up and down in that black dress you wore so beautifully, Jules definitely couldn’t turn him on as quickly and you weren’t even trying which intrigued him all the more.

“ She isn’t as beautiful as you are.”, he spoke lighter than he’d been talking causing you to slowly look up and over to him, “ she couldn’t make my heart skip a beat like you do, Y/N.”

" Elliot, don’t take it there.”, you shook your head as your nerves began to rise subconsciously.

He placed his left hand on the steering wheel and placed his elbow on the armrest, turning his body towards you, “ Something about you is so glorious to me and I’m fucking addicted to you, I swear.”

You sat up in your spot and eyes widen as he spilled all of his feelings so easily, that caught you by surprise but you were enjoying a lot. You watched him in silence as he brought his hand over to your chin and gently pulled your face within a couple inches of his.

“ Jules isn’t my mental drug, you are.”, he spoke with an intense look in his eyes that met your love-sick ones and then trailed down to your lips. Elliot leaned in to you and you did as well knowing you probably shouldn’t, but you just wanted to feel him right now.

Finally, your lips met and you melted into his touch, but made sure to feel his touch like it would be gone in a second. His hand right hand crept up from your chin to your cheek with his thumb caressing your cheek and the rest of his hand pulling you in closer by the back of your neck. You placed your hand on his chest gripping onto the material of his shirt for dear life, you wanted keep him forever. 

His lip grazed your bottom lip with a certain hungriness, you parted your lips for him with pleasure and his tongue slid into your mouth with joy. He wrestled with your tongue and took his time rediscovering the mouth he’d been missing day and night.

“ Mm, Elliot.”, you moaned into his mouth as his hand traveled down your neck and unto your breasts, massaging them like only he could and placing his lips onto your neck.

His dick hardened at the sound of your fragile voice, he had your entire being in the palm of his hands and he felt powerful knowing he could never lose someone he was addicted to.

“ I missed touching you.”, he breathed onto your neck as you hummed in response, his hands gliding down your waist and to the bottom of your dress that had risen since the start of this reunion, “ The feeling of your body in my hands is heaven.”

Elliot drug his cold, hoarse finger along the bare skin of your thigh giving you goosebumps all over your body. But, still something felt off- you wanted him to touch you and kiss you and fuck you like only he could. But, there was still that pit in your stomach like you couldn’t breath.

“ Wait, stop.”, you said grabbing his wrist and stopping from going any further, his face dropped and he looked up at you with concernment.

“ What’s wrong, baby ?”, he asked you placing his hand on the top your thigh giving you an intense feeling of comfort. Maybe a little too much for one person.

“ I can’t let you fuck me in the car you had sex with another girl in literally a month ago.”, you sighed and looked at him with regret, while he agreed silently, “ I was so mad at you, I think I still am, but I was going to let you go as far as you wanted- I’m fucking insane.”, you groaned throwing your head back with annoyance.

He caressed your skin, shaking his head, “ I think you have every right to be insane, I made you that way and I owe you more than dick for forgiveness.”, he said watching you with a smile on his face. You looked back over to him with what you wanted to be a glare, but melted into a smile seeing him look at you like that.

“ You’re an idiot, Elliot.”, you laughed, feeling like he was all you needed and this moment would never end. At least, you prayed it wouldn’t.

“ I know.”, he accepted your words with pride and a big smile, he kissed your forehead softly and pulled your dress back down for you, “ I guess I should get you back home, huh ?”, his eyes wandered back up to yours. 

" Maybe..”, you grabbed his attention with your suggestive eyes and pursed your lips, “ You could spend the night with me, my parents are out of town and.. I kinda don’t wanna be alone.”

Elliot nodded excitedly, “ I’d love to have a sleepover with you.”, he confirmed and you exhaled in relief.

“ You’re sleeping on the couch, though.”, you said with an eyebrow raised, kinda joking with him and also not. He chuckled at you, not believing you for a second.

You didn’t realize it, but this would be the start of a long, toxic, tiring relationship because you just couldn’t leave him alone and he would never stop coming for you.

He turned back forward and started up the car before turning back to you with a warm look on his face, " I love you.”

“ I love you, too.”, you said a little happy to be reassured, but a little heart-broken that you didn’t believe him this time.

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