#elliot fan fiction

[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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[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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[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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[angels444ever]

Mirrors

Elliot x reader

Warnings: SMUT.

a/n: this was written so long ago so don’t be TOO harsh ignore any spelling or grammar errors this shit is actually so ass but oh well.

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The carnival was a big deal at east highland, more specifically who you went with.

So when you got a text from Elliot asking you to keep him company you cheerfully agreed. When you agreed to go along with him this was the last situation you expected yourself to be in.

It was now reaching the early hours of the morning so the crowd of people who originally where there had thinned out some due to curfews and the lack of things to do other than ride the Ferris wheel and few other rides that where there. Elliot had pulled you into the fun house fifteen minutes earlier which turned into a heated make out session in the mirror room since it had the most coverage from the outside world.

You could slowly feel his hands trailing up your skirt before he reached the hem of your underwear, Elliot pulled away from the kiss to shoot you a questioning look you shook your head in response as he pulled you down to the ground and situated it so you where now sitting in between his legs with your back to his chest and your legs spread you could now see you black lace underwear on full display in the mirrors that surrounded the two of you.

He hungrily pulled the fabric down and past your feet discarding of it he stared at the reflection of your now soaking pussy in a daze which was quickly broken by a whimper leaving your throat due to his fingers making their way to your clit

“all of this for me"

he muttered in your ear in a low raspy voice before dipping two of his fingers into your pussy resulting in a loud moan breaking the silence you reached your hand up to cover your mouth not wanting to draw any attention to what was happening as he thrusted his two long fingers into you at a rapid pace.

You could feel his dick hardening underneath you and a whispered praise left his mouth

"you look so pretty like this y/n”

your eyes slammed shut as a the pressure slowly grew you felt a large hand reach around and grab your chin

"open your eyes I want you to watch as I fuck you"Elliot uttered

You opened your eyes watching as his fingered thrusted into you at a rapid pace before coming undone on them

"good girl" he spoke

Before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean

"you did so good for me" he voiced while pulling you into a sweet kiss as you smiled against his lips

"please tell me this isn't going to be a one time thing You questioned hoping the answer would be no

“Trust me it's definitely not." Elliot said crushing your worries as his lips formed a cocky smile.

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[xelmokidx]

okay I watched Juno last night and can I just say that young Elliot page is SO FINE

It may be my old obsession with Justin Bieber that makes me so attracted to 18 y/o Elliot page but I don’t care

ALSO

is it just me or is Juno kinda similar to Hazel?? like it might just me trying to put celebrity crush into a big melting pot but I kinda see it idk. anywhoo I may or may not start writing for juno bc I love her and her weirdness in the movie and if you haven’t seen it go see it it’s free with ads on YouTube

#I love my pookies is so much #Hazel Callahan #bottoms 2023 #juno movie #Juno Macguff #Elliot page #umbrella academy #fan fiction

[iifishizzleii]

wait if elliot knight is gay, why am i not seeing any gay gaz representation? 🐟 why is he still eating pussy??? where is the dick???

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[bethanydelleman]

Greetings! If you don't mind a little question from someone who's been recently browsing your page (and enjoying it greatly), how do you think the plot of Persuasion would change if the stillborn son of Sir Walter and Lady Elliot lived?

This question is awesome! It would change so much.

Firstly, Elizabeth Elliot would probably be married by the beginning of the novel. She is obsessed with retaining her position at Kellynch specifically and very focused on Mr. Elliot. Without him mattering, she would be more free to consider other options. And she wouldn't have had her big letdown with him at 16 because he wouldn't have mattered to them.

Mary's fortunes may also change because with Elizabeth married, Sir Walter would need either Anne or Mary to step up as hostess. So both Anne and Mary may travel to London and have a greater opportunity to meet men and mix in the world. Elizabeth doesn't want a tag-along sister but Anne is too nice to leave Mary at home.

Next, we have to consider if Lil Walter Jr. takes after mommy or daddy. He'd be about 12 when Lady Elliot died. If he was prudent, he could probably help curb his dad's irrational spending (I do think he could, Emma is able to manage a house at 13 after all). If he's like Sir Walter and Elizabeth, he would probably help drive the family into debt far more quickly. Indulgent as Sir Walter is with a favourite daughter, I think he'd be worse with a son. Lil Walter is the heir of Kellynch! He needs all the trappings of a man of his rank and etc.

The one thing that probably wouldn't change is Anne's first engagement to Wentworth, because if Lil Walter loves his sister... well Lady Russell's advice was sound, and a good brother would also say something like, "Hey maybe don't run off with a penniless sailor you've known for like 3 months total." If Lil Walter is a jerk, he would probably still be against it because he wouldn't want to care for a broke, widowed Anne with maybe some children (which was always a real possibility).

There is a chance Anne would marry someone else, as Austen did write:

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him, but she had been too dependent on time alone; no aid had been given in change of place (except in one visit to Bath soon after the rupture), or in any novelty or enlargement of society. No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory. No second attachment, the only thoroughly natural, happy, and sufficient cure, at her time of life, had been possible to the nice tone of her mind, the fastidiousness of her taste, in the small limits of the society around them.

The problem becomes Wentworth and Anne meeting again. The Elliots would probably either go into debt sooner, therefore before the sailors come home, or not at all, meaning the Crofts would not rent Kellynch either way. Without the Crofts, why would Wentworth return to the area? You could maybe have them all meet in Lyme while Wentworth is visiting the Harvilles and the Elliots just go sight-seeing? That would be the tricky part! They need enough time together for Wentworth to get over his resentment and for Anne to get her groove back.

Really great fan fiction idea! Or Anne marries someone else and Wentworth has to find another woman...

#question response #thanks for this question it was a fun thought exercise #anne elliot #persuasion #sir walter #jane austen #what ifs #jane austen fan fiction #JAFF

[workwaffle]

Ladies and gents, I'm happy to announce chapter 6 is up of Drones of Steel, Cores of Sinew; plenty of introductions and conversations. Please do enjoy.

In secondary news, my profile is fixed!

I'm no longer marked as explicit, and have updated my profile picture to something not so conical!

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[llamacan14]

First fanfic hope you guys like!! Rampart x mirage-

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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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[chibi-n00b]

Okay, question. I know the fandom is basically dead, and I’ve already posted the AO3 links for my Elleo fic on here, but should I also post the full chapters?

I know it’s a lot of text to post, but I’m not really sure people interact with fics and writing posts on here, so I’m trying to figure out what the general consensus is on that.

(Probably just talking into the void, but if anyone has thoughts or suggestions, please feel free to reply)

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[angels444ever]

Making out headcannons dominic fike?

Making out hc’s

Dominic fike

Warnings: light nsfw that’s pretty much it

• I feel like he’s definitely the type of guy to be very gentle at first and make sure your comfortable with what’s happening

•as it heats up more I think he’d definitely have his hands ALL over you and I mean everywhere.

•I think he’s definitely into neck kisses giving and receiving them but not hickeys considering his work and the fact he’s in the public eye ALOT

•once things get heated his hands AND mouth are everywhere

•I feel like he’s a big thigh guy so he would be grabbing onto you thighs or even leaving hickeys on them if it gets to that point

•I think he’s very experienced so he’d know exactly what to do to tease you and get you all hot and bothered

•the kind of guy to kiss you at a red light in the car

•if your making out and your straddling him he’s fs going to be grabbing on your hips and grinding into you or if he’s more on top I think he would pull you up into him

•it’s very intimate and sweet

authors note: SORRY THIS IS SHORT AND LITERALLY ASS BUT IVE BEEN GOING THRU IT AS OF LATE AND IM RLLY JS TRYING TO GET SMTHING OUT THERE PLEASE SEND REQUESTS TO MOTIVATE ME 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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[yanfeisty]

tw : talk about toxic behavior.

Hi guys, I just wanted to talk a bit about Tighnari ENG VA's situation, I only like to post about cute or positive things and I don't like going into bad events but I felt the need to adress it. Quick summary about what happened, Elliot (Tighnari ENG VA) has been accused of horrible things.

This post is not here to explain everything that happened, if you wish to know more you can go search about it, just be cautious because it can be triggering, warnings are SA and gr*oming, he didn't admit every accusations so until proven guilty we can't really be sure of anything, but he still did admit some which are still horrible.

I hope the best for the victims and wish they can recover from it, I know it must be difficult so let's support them. The others VAs have spoken about it and I find it good they did, they must be extremely disappointed by their coworker and to have worked with him. The chance of getting a new VA isn't low since hoyoverse had already fired another VA for other accusations.

I will accept and still write about Tighnari, the character has nothing to do with his ENG VA and behavior, but I think it's understandable if you don't want to read about him because you have his voice in mind or it just makes you recall the situation. I'm saying this because no Tighnari artist or fan should be attacked, do keep in mind that doing content about Tighnari ≠ supporting his ENG VA, if you do in fact, defend Elliot and/or try to romanticize this type of behavior no matter if you condemn it in real life or not, don't interact with me, there are real victims out there they don't need people who glorify/normalize this issue by using fiction or other.

Finally quick psa, I saw many people saying they were surprised about it because he seemed like a good and funny person. Just know that bad persons hide their horrible action, they don't want people to know what they're doing because they don't want their life to be ruin, and they especially do this behind a screen. Please, be careful when you message anyone, strangers or celebrities, no matter how much informations you have, you don't know any of them personally and for the case of celebrities you only know their public persona, and when it comes to VA, remember they aren't the cute character you like, just the voice.

#sorry for the tighnari tag being polluted by this situation #tw elliot gindi #tw grooming #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari va #tighnari x reader

[bethanydelleman]

If you like Jane Austen Fan Fiction crossovers, I just read a great one that I'd like to recommend, S&S crosses Persuasion:

Rediscovering what was lost by @firawren

Anne Elliot/Colonel Brandon totally works for me! They are both romantics at heart and both have lost their first love. I'm a big fan of non-canon pairings in general, but this one also just makes so much sense.

#jane austen #jane austen fan fiction #anne elliot/colonel brandon #take that Marianne! 27 and still capable of inspiring love

[workwaffle]

The new chapter of my Murder Drones and Doctor Who crossover is up. It has been a long-time travelling, but I think folks will like this one; a few new meetings and forebodings come this way

#murder drones #doctor who #doctor who fan fiction #murder drones fanfic #eleventh doctor #tessa james elliot #serial designation j #serial designation n #murder drones uzi #md fanfic #clara oswald