#elliot fanfic

[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

—☕️

“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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[writer-by-the-sea]

My mug warms my hands as I gaze out at the sea, the waves crashing and seagulls calling reminds me of a time when I once felt at peace. I take a deep breath, the fresh sea air and the steam from my green tea filling my senses, telling me that I have everything I could have ever wanted - 

And yet, I find myself aching for something more. 

I sip my tea and sigh, the leaves over brewed and bitter to the tongue; I’ve been standing on the sand for longer than I realized. It’s easy to get lost in it, to lose yourself as you study the shore and try to understand the lessons that it wishes to show you. A crab skitters along the edge, holding its ground as the water licks at its little feet and tries to tempt it back into the water. 

Oh, to be a crab in the water. No worries, no stress, their only responsibility to eat and reproduce. To live in the water and let the waves guide you, to never know the feeling of anything but the world’s weight as it pushes down on you and wishes to bury your head under the water. To just live. 

Perhaps I should move back home, tell my family I’ve become a failure… and that I’ll never become a published author. My place beside the sea feels almost forbidden, as if I was never meant to be there. But if not here… where? 

“Elliot,” a voice calls, pulling me from my dramatic thoughts and back to the real world. The sun still shines above us, the warm summer breeze rustling my clothes as I turn to look at the person whom I’ve come to admire. 

The farmer stands behind me, a single large brown egg in hand, holding it out to me like the most sacred offering. Their smile is contagious as ever as I gently take the egg from them. 

“Oh, a present! Thank you!”

They’re gone without another word, shuffling along the shore and shoving shells in their pockets. 

It’s then that I realize what I’ve been aching for. 

And it’s the silly little farmer with eggs in their pockets.

#elliot stardew valley #elliot stardew #stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott #elliot rp #drabble #stardew valley #stardew valley role play #stardew #stardew farmer #sdv #sdv farmer #stardew valley fanfic #elliot fanfic

[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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[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.

#elliot euphoria #elliot x y/n #elliot x reader #elliot smut #elliot x you #elliot one shot #elliot imagine #elliot fanfic #euphoria #euphoria smut

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 6

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: sex, drugs, slight insecurity

a/n: this chapter is fucking smutty as hell so if you don’t like smut, i wouldn’t read it. this is the longest chapter i’ve written by far, so i hope you like it.

word count: 4107 :))

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

i don’t own this gif 

The week seemed to fly by.

Before you knew it, it was Friday. Fuck…You were nervous.

What if you weren’t good at it or Elliot didn’t like what he saw? Your insecurities had an entire week to fester. Your parents didn’t help the situation. Your dad had been almost clingy lately.

Constantly asking if you wanted ice cream or to go watch a movie. He seemed to have this nervous guilty air about him that was honestly off putting. You rejected his offer every time, but thanked him for it. He would just nod and walk away, but not before reminding you that he loved you, which left you speechless.

He rarely said that to you, but this past week he had said it more than he had in the past year. Even though it shocked you, it also made you feel a little giddy. Your dad ignored you for the sake of his marriage, was he finally choosing you over her?

You had a small smile on your face as you walked to your last class of the day and suddenly an arm placed itself across your shoulders which made you jump.

You broke out of your trance and looked to your right. “You scared the shit out of me, fart face.” You pushed Elliot and he made a face.

“Did you just call me 'fart face’?” He seemed offended. Who the fuck calls people fart face?

You nodded and smiled at him. “And I meant it too.” Elliot laughed mockingly and you took off running. “You’re done for, Shit head!” He chased after you.

-

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? We don’t have to be there if you don’t want to.” Rue rubbed Jules’ comfortingly. Jules seemed a little off today. Almost unsure of something, “No, I’m actually super excited about this… I just can’t help, but feel like something bad’s gonna happen…” Rue nodded.

“I feel like that too… Honestly, I’m really excited for tonight too…” She looked away from Jules and Jules smiled.

“What? My Ruby Bennet is excited to watch her best friend get fucked for the first time. That’s dirty!” She laughed. Rue pushed her and muffled her own laugh.

She wasn’t excited because of the sex…

She knew how much Elliot taking your virginity would mean to you. You had always talked about losing it to someone who meant a lot to you when you were younger and even if you swore that you would lose it to someone with experience and not someone you loved, Elliot was the exception.

The four of you didn’t talk about sex much, so you didn’t know that Elliot had a fair amount of bodies. That meant you were doing this out of love. Rue loved that.

Elliot was convenient for her and Jules, but for you Elliot was… Everything? Love? Life? The embodiment of christ? Who knew.

All she knew is that whether you acknowledged it or not, you were in love with him.

-

The drive to Elliot’s place was quiet. You were in the passenger seat of his car. His warm hand gripping your thigh. The stickiness of his clammy hand could be felt at every ugly turn and sudden stop.

Elliot was nervous.

He was excited too, I mean who wouldn’t be? But he wanted to be good for you. He wanted this to be a night that you could remember. Untainted by the bitter smoke of weed. He wanted you to feel every inch of his co- body as it slide against-

His thoughts were cut off by a honk. He sheepishly waved his hand out of the window and drove off. He didn’t realize that the red light he stopped at had turned green.

You let out an awkward laugh. Everyone was being abnormally quiet. “Guys, you’re making me nervous.” You admitted to the backseat. You expected Ellie to be quiet, he was the other main star of the show, but the girls in the back, fuck no.

They both let out a condescending giggle. “You should already be nervous. Ellie’s got a big dick.” Jules snickered and your eyes narrowed. He was skinny and not particularly tall, so it had to be a joke right?

-

The car stopped. You were here. Elliot’s house.

Elliot turned to you. “Alright, doll. It’s time.” You nodded a little too fast and the others chuckled.

“Get your ass out of the car, virgin!” Jules patted your shoulder and jumped out of the car. You nodded again, slower this time as the rest of the gang got out of the car.

This was nerve wracking… You were already horny.

-

You looked around Elliot’s room like you were searching for something. “Ah ha!” You picked up a small tin box with a joint that Elliot had specifically rolled for after you fucked. He had hid it under his pillow.

“No. No weed.” He took the box from your hands and you pouted.

Elliot would not let you smoke until after, no matter how much you whined. Losing your virginity while high would be too stimulating of an experience and would ruin sober sex for you.

He was going to explain that to you, but the look on your face made him realize that you were just looking for something familiar to ground you. He softly gripped your hand.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You can say no, none of us will be upset…” He said softly. If you said that you weren’t comfortable, he would pull out that joint and act like everything was normal.

You shook your head. “No, I want this!” Elliot smiled softly, “I’m just nervous. I have no idea what I’m doing and this is the first time anyone’s seen me naked…” Elliot wanted to purr. You were as inexperienced as a virgin could be.

Rue cut in, “ Not true, I’ve seen your tits.” She stated matter of factly and you rolled your eyes.

“That was like fifth grade and you only saw them because I was wearing a loose bathing suit and the water pulled the top down.” You retorted, Rue shrugged and you grinned.

Elliot pouted at the attention he wasn’t getting and gripped your chin with his thumb and index finger.

He leaned in and kissed you softly, moving his hand to caress your jaw. It started out feather light, to test the waters, to allow you time to get used to the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, it turned harder.

The energy shifted from hesitant and cautious to confident and shameless.

His hand moved to grip the nape of your neck and he kissed you hard. His tongue found its way inside your mouth. It explored your mouth and played with your own. You moaned at the feeling, the taste of Elliot.

You were gripping the front of his shirt as if to keep yourself from floating away.

Your mind was a fuzzy mess of Elliot, Elliot, Elliot! The never ending chanting of his name came to a stop when he pulled away to look at you. You were a sight to see. Lips red and glossy with spit. Your eyes half closed and dazed. Fuck, he was hard.

-

Jules had been quiet since she exited the car. Taking in everything that was going on before her. The way your hands clenched to hold his shirt tighter, the fluttering of your eyelids, the way Elliot’s hand moved from your hip down to your ass.

Rue softly kissed her neck, “You okay?” Jules responded with a smile. “They look good together.”

Rue smiled back at her and nodded in agreement.

She wasn’t really getting into it like Jules was, but she could appreciate the sight. Their conversation was cut off by a moan.

Your hand had moved down to the front of his pants and you were palming him. “You’re really hard…” You said breathily. Rue and Jules giggled and Elliot blushed.

“Well yeah, I got a pretty girl in front of me that’s about to let me fuck her. Who wouldn’t be hard?” He moved to place wet kisses down the column of your neck. Softly kissing and lightly sucking randomly until he found a spot that made you moan.

“I’m also hard if that helps.” Rue raised her hand to make a point and Jules pushed her down onto the bed, laughing. You smiled. The air was becoming more comfortable and less suffocating, your anxiety was going away with each joke and random comment that was made.

You didn’t notice Elliot was still sucking on your neck until he pulled off with a pop. “There!” He smiled and grabbed your shoulders. You gave him a confused look until Jules and Rue gasped, “Oh my god. Baby’s first hickey!” Rue laughed and gave Elliot a shocked look. He had a shit eating grin on his face with not a single ounce of regret. “I gotta hide this from my parents, dude.”

“Oh you’ll be fine, just keep your hair over your shoulders.” Elliot moved to kiss again, but this time he grabbed your hips and moved you backwards towards the side of the bed.

He broke the kiss and pushed you down. You landed on the bed with a soft thud and got up on your elbows.

He pulled off his shirt and got on top of you. Elliot began to kiss you again and put his hands on the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt had rode up. One hand stayed put, his thumb massaging circles into the skin and the other moved up your shirt.

When his hand brushed the underside of your bra, you pushed him off a bit. Elliot gave you a concerned look, but that quickly changed when you pulled your shirt up and off. Your nerves were starting to get the best of you and you didn’t want to stall.

Rue whistled and Jules started clapping, to which you responded with an annoyed look.

“Can I take it off?” He asked, his eyes hyper focused on the cleavage of your bra. You nodded slowly and Elliot looked up at you. “Words, Y/N. I need words.” His voice was firm. You gave him a shaky yes and he reached behind you.

His hand was placed on your lower back. Warm fingers trailing up your spine sending goosebumps across the soft skin of your back. He reached the closure of your bra and kissed you. You didn’t feel him unlatch your bra, until the straps were sliding off your shoulders.

You couldn’t resist the urge to cover yourself and let the bra fall as far as your crossed arms would allow. Elliot pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have to be so nervous, Doll.” Jules hummed in agreement.

“We want to see you, baby…” She piped up, hoping that it would give you the confidence to uncross your arms. You gave her a slightly panicked look and took a deep breath, fortunately for her, her words did their job.

“Fuck…” Elliot kissed your neck, “You have such pretty tits.” Rue hummed in agreement, you didn’t see them move to the side of you and Elliot. You looked at the two of them and winked. Jules giggled and Rue bit her lip.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jules said into the quiet air, who she was talking about, no one really knew, but honestly… no one cared.

Elliot’s kisses move down your neck, stopping just above your left breast. He raised his head. “Can I…?” His question trailed off. “Yes… Please…” Elliot grinned at this, the quiet desperation rolling off of you in waves amused him.

He lowered his head back down to your tit. He kissed down to your nipple and stopped again. He cupped your breast softly and moved his thumb across your nipple. Your breath hitched and you moved your hand to grip the hair at the base. “Ellie… Don’t tease me.”

Elliot groaned at this. He could feel himself become more desperate, he could feel the precum leak out of his painfully hard cock. Truth be told, he’s been hard since this morning.

He used the tip of his tongue to tease the bud, slowly circling it a few times until he put his mouth on it.

You weren’t sure how to feel about this. It didn’t feel like much until he began to suck. You moaned embarrassingly loud at the sensation. Elliot was watching you like a hawk.

Waiting for a sign to stop, though he hoped you wouldn’t give him one. He trailed his other hand down and grazed the waistband of your pants. He gently thumbed it open and moved his hand in. When his fingertips hit your underwear, you spread your legs.

Elliot pulled off and moved his other hand down to the waistband of your pants. The spit cooling on your skin made you shudder. Elliot tugged impatiently on your pants and you raised your hips. He pulled your pants and underwear off in one swift tug, not giving your nerves time to settle. “Damn, chill, bro. She’s gotta catch her breath.” Rue commented on the speed of Elliot’s movements, but he just shook his head. “I’m so fucking hard right now, Rue Rue. I’m leaking through my pants.” Pulling your thighs to get you to the edge of the bed, Elliot kneeled on the floor. He put your legs over his shoulders and stared at your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet right now. You like what I’m doing, huh? Tell me.” He blew cold air at your dripping hole and you clenched.

“I-I like it a lot, Ellie.” You moaned out. What the fuck was this? You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperate to have something, you just didn’t know what. “Please, Ellie!” You whined and Elliot cooed. “Please what, doll? What do you want?” Jules was getting turned on, you looked so desperate for Elliot to touch you and he was just teasing you.

“Oh come on, give it to her, Ellie. She’s being so good.” Jules purred, she wanted to see you fall apart. She could feel Rue softly grind on her thigh. “I thought you weren’t into her like that…” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss into Rue’s hair.

“I’m not, but I’m into you. Especially when you talk like that.” Rue was wet at this point, Jules was really getting into this and it was turning her on.

Elliot licked a stripe from your hole to your clit causing you to moan loudly at the unexpected pleasure. He smiled and flicked your clit with his tongue. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the bud a few times then softly suckling on it.

-

You were falling apart. No one had touched you like this. You were convinced that Elliot was going to ruin sex for you. His tongue left your clit and suddenly thrusted into your hole.

A strangled cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion and Elliot groaned. You tasted so good.

His mind was swirling with Ideas on how he would fuck you. Should he make you cum on his tongue first or on his cock? Would you want to suck it?

Elliot got up from his spot on the floor and hovered over you. “Doll…” Your hazy eyes looked up at him. “Condom?” Despite having discussed this prior, he was still trying to give you an opportunity to change your mind.

You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re so pretty. My pretty girl… Can I fuck you now?” His voice was deep and you could almost feel it resonate in your chest. His dick was hard against your inner thigh. When did he take his pants off? You could feel his precum drip onto your thigh and you whined.

“Ellie, please!” You were so impatient. So desperate. He was right there, so close, but he wanted to tease you for a bit, make you beg for it.

“Please what, Doll? Use your words.” You pouted. It was hard to think let alone tell him what you wanted. “Please fuck me, Ellie, I-I need it!” You became teary eyed at this.

Elliot’s grin grew wider and he lowered his hips. He pressed the head of his dick into your clit and let out a low moan. You were soaking at this point.

-

Jules was hyper aware of you at this point. The way your back seemed to arch slightly when Elliot said something dirty. The way your thighs twitched when he touched you. Rue's hand crept into the waistband of Jules’ pants and her head snapped to her. “What are…” Rue’s fingers brushed over top of Jules’ arousal. “Just because we are the stars of this show, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves…” Jules stared at Rue, her eyes, her nose, her lips… She leaned in to kiss her and moaned into her mouth.

-

Elliot was still teasing you, he was so mean. “Please, Elliot, I want it so bad, please…” You begged and begged to no avail. He was still teasing you. Still grinding his dick in between your folds. He was determined to surprise you. He needed you to believe that this was all he was going to give you.

Elliot didn’t let up until finally he pulled back a little too far and pushed into you. “Oh fuck!” You groaned at the same time. The feel was so foreign, the stretch of having something other than your own fingers inside of you. It sobered you up a bit. The haziness cleared from your mind.

Elliot was on cloud nine. You were a little tight, most virgins were, but not enough for him to consider you uncomfortable. You were clenching around him. He felt every pulse and throb your pussy had to offer. “Fuck, I could die happy right now.” He moaned.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t.” He laughed which caused him to push in a little further. You whined and he cooed at the sound. “Did that feel good, princess? Did that make your little pussy feel good?” He pushed in a little further then pulled out a little. When he thrusted back in, he pushed the entirety of his length into you. All the way to the hilt. You almost screamed.

The head was brushing up to your cervix and every breath you took made you shake. “Fuck, Elliot, Fuck!”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, not out of pain, but because of the overwhelming feeling of having something so big inside of you. Elliot was a little alarmed at this until he noticed the way your hips moved as if to take in more of his.

He wanted to mock you, make you cry harder, but it was your first time, he couldn’t be so mean.

“You’re no longer a virgin, Woo!” Rue cheered and you laughed. It was easy to forget that the other two were there when Elliot seemed to demand your attention. “Yeah, I guess-“ You were cut off by Elliot softly thrusting into you. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes and he grabbed your chin. “I didn’t mean to get in the way of your conversation, sweetheart.” He kissed you and deepened his thrusts. He could barely control himself at this point.

You felt so good.

-

Rue felt out of place now. She was turned on, sure, but watching you have sex with Elliot made her feel off. Like she was interrupting your moment. Jules noticed this and kissed her shoulder. “We can leave and let them continue, if you want…” Rue nodded, she didn’t really want to leave. She was hoping Jules would want to fuck as well, but maybe it was better if they watched.

-

Elliot picked up speed, which in turn made you moan louder. He was so deep, it turned your brain to mush. He could feel your pussy spasm and by the way you were arching your back, he could tell you were really feeling it.

“You look so good right now. Fuck, Baby, let me go deeper, please.” You bit your lip, “Please, Ellie, Oh my god.” You cried out. Elliot moved both of your legs up towards your shoulders and pressed them into you, leaving you nowhere to run and thrusted even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Elliot!” You were screaming at this point.

You were in a fucking mating press.

Elliot grunted in response, too focused on getting his dick as deep into you as your body would allow. You were so warm and wet and he wanted to cum so bad, but you had to first.

“Pretty girl, are you close? Think you’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so close, Ellie, please make me cum!”

Ellie moaned in relief he was close too. “Then do it, Doll, cum for me. Now!” You were almost there.

Suddenly Elliot’s hand slipped down to your clit and he began rubbing fast circles. This action made you tense. Your eyes rolled back and you clenched tightly around Elliot’s cock. You were cumming and you were cumming hard.

Elliot moaned loudly and pushed himself to hold back until you were done. He felt liquid burst from your hole and leak onto his lower abdomen, so he pulled out. He jerked himself to completion and came all over your crotch and inner thighs.

You eventually came back down to earth, your body randomly twitching and your legs trembling. You swallowed, “Holy Shit…”

“Holy shit indeed…” Rue replied and you looked at her. At some point, her and Jules got naked and by the looks of it they fucked. Jules was panting and Rue had a shit eating grin on her face. You smiled at her and raised your hand to fist bump her, which she reciprocated.

Elliot flopped down beside you and kissed your shoulder. “Do you want something to drink?” He sat up and you nodded.

He got up and pulled you with him. You gave him a confused look until he explained that you had to pee after sex to prevent a UTI.

You stood on shaky legs and waddled to the bathroom to clean up.

-

The four of you laid in Elliot’s bed, still naked. There was something so therapeutic about it. Elliot reached under his pillow and pulled out the tin.

He reached over you to grab his lighter and you kissed his arm. You were still on the high from cumming so hard losing your virginity. He smiled down at you and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Elliot grabbed his lighter and opened the tin to reveal three pre-rolled joints. “I personally think this is the best part of sex.” He turned his head to look at you and you smiled. “It’s better than cumming?” He nodded. You do it while you’re still coming down and it’s just…” He chef’s kisses his fingers, you laugh.

He lit the joint, taking a small hit then passed it to you. You took a much bigger hit and passed it to Jules. Or at least tried to. She was passed the fuck out. Rue looked proud of herself and took the joint from your fingers.

“This is great… Being naked in bed with my three favorite people.” You snuggled into Elliot as Rue passed the joint back to him. You could feel sleep pulling you under and your eyes fluttered closed.

-

“And she’s out.” Elliot whispered to Rue after attempting to pass the joint to you. Rue high fived him and Elliot laughed. “I-“ He was cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating.

You had left it on his bedside table with the screen facing up. He shifted himself up to look at it and you grumbled. He froze and let you settle before attempting to look again.

You had three missed calls from an unsaved number and two from your dad. There was also a text message from that unknown number.

‘fucking call me back you dumb slut i know what you did’

Elliot read this out loud to Rue and she looked taken aback. “What the fuck?” She whispered to him. You rarely talked to anyone outside of their group, who the fuck was texting you like that.

The number called again and this time Elliot reached over and answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“You dumb fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking kill you when I get back!” A girl’s voice yelled from the phone.

“Maddy?!”

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Euphoria Masterlist

Updated 7/23/22

Fezco

Requests are OPEN

Complicated - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Fezco and Reader grew up as best friends and end up falling in love, they both know they love each other but don't want to label their relationship making it more complicated than it needs to be.

Insecure - Fez is feeling a little insecure and the reader reassures him.

Needy - All the reader wants to do is be close to Fezco.

Mixed Style - fez x a reader who has a kind of mixed style? like she'll do cute and laid back with hoops and sparkles one day but she'll also do grunge/alt with platforms the next bc duality

Vacation- Can you do how it’s like going on vacation with Fezco? Like going to the airport and everything

Late Night Car Rides- The reader can't sleep and Fezco picks them up and they go on a drive.

Elliot

Requests are OPEN

Happiest Years - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The same place that your relationship grew even closer than you could expect is also the same place that your relationship completely falls apart.

I don't think I care - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 The reader is Fezco and Ashtray's sister. The reader meets Elliot at a party, and tries to hide their relationship from her brothers.

Music - Elliot rambling to the reader until she falls asleep and him being so into whatever he was talking about that he doesn't even notice reader fell asleep until he asks her a question and she doesn't reply.

Sorry - Elliot apologizes to the reader after their relationship ended because of his drug use, but the reader isn't sure how to feel about it.

Addicts - The reader and Elliot are both heavy drug users, after the reader almost overdoses Elliot tries to convince the Reader to stop using.

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DOING IT ALL FOR LOVE

EUPHORIA AU — ELLIOT

summary: when high schooler indigo autry, witnesses the murder of her ex-boyfriend, we go through her days of love, lust, and trust with elliot fike… up until the deadly night happened.

fandom: euphoria

pairing: elliot x indigo (au character)

warnings: drug use, smut, murder mystery

authors note: i’ve literally never written fanfic or pretty much anything before but here i am trying something new. enjoy!

Chapter One: 186 Days Before

It all started the summer before my senior year of high school. This isn't my memoir, nor is it some sob story. How I’ve lived to survive what felt like a nightmare, was the true mystery in question.

My story is not a love story, but it is a story about love.

I'm not the kind of girl who falls for someone so quickly. Although, I have had my fair share of relationships over the years, it takes a while to win me over.

I like to think of myself as someone who has high standards— They have to be this, this, and this, in order for me to even consider liking them.

But, then I met Elliot Fike.

Elliot was different than the others. As clichè as that may sound, it was true. At the time, I didn't want to admit this to myself, but I knew from the very first moment that I saw him, that I was immediately in love.

It wasn't specifically his looks, it definitely wasn't his charm... He was nobody other than your average teenage boy. I don't even know what it was about him to this day, that made me fall head over heels.

And he was the one that made me ask myself;

What lengths would you go to for love?

"Breaking news— The East Highland Police Department is currently investigating the brutal murder of a local high school football player, Giovanni Bennett, who was found in his family home last night," The news broadcaster states, as I watch Elliot turn up the volume and give me a stare.

"Authorities claim that the event happened after or during the occurance of an unsupervised house party. We don't know all the details—"

Elliot turns off the radio and goes upon driving, smoking his cigarette out the window, while putting in a CD. My favorite album by The Smith's.

He leans over to kiss me as the open road passed us by. Not a single person or car in sight.

“Florida, here we come,” The boy says, holding my hand as we crossed the California state line.

“Here we come.”

This story is about him, and how one boy had changed my life forever.

It was the morning of February 17th. I remember, because it was the Friday after Valentine's Day; My first Valentine's Day in two years without Giovanni as my significant other.

My relationship with him was complicated at the time. We were in that sticky situation of trying to patch up a problem that simply could truly never be fixed.

"Indigo! Indigo, wake up! Mom left the fucking stove on and it smells like gas in here!" My twin brother, Andre yelled as I was rudely awakened from my slumber. My eyes fluttered awake, feeling the hangover from the previous night hit like a truck.

My head pounded as I peeked over at my alarm clock next to me; 5:42am, and I was basically planning on how I was going to murder him.

I yawned, rubbing my eyes, feeling the dried mascara rub off onto my fingers, "Then, turn it off, dipshit... She's an idiot."

But, he didn’t stop there.

"I did turn it off, but that doesn't change the fact that it smells like our house is gonna blow up," He rambled, "We're gonna fucking die!"

I buried my face into the pillow.

"What the fuck do you want me to do about it, Dre?! Where's Mom?!" I groaned loudly, because this was the kind of shit that we would be put through constantly;

Either my mother wasn't home, or she's home and just not being a mother.

My mother wasn't around much. I know it's fucked up to say this, but I've always had this deep hatred for her, and she's always had this hatred for me, in a way.

I wasn't the daughter she claimed she raised. I wasn't this picture perfect person like my brother was; He's gotten good grades his entire life, never got in trouble, unless he was doing something stupid with me. She wanted me to be him, and I wasn't.

And then the words came out of his mouth and the dots had finally connected.

"She spent the night at her boyfriend's house."

The most dramatic eye roll is given by me as I got up, grabbing my favorite candle that I was about to waste from Bath and Body Works, 'Strawberry Pound Cake,' and my lighter.

My mother, Jeanne, had just attached herself to this fifty-something year old man that had walked into the gas station she worked at. In a way, we're alike.

We fixate on people and can't shake them.

Love at first sight, per sè, but the one difference between us? My relationships lasted more than a month.

As I walked into the kitchen, the smell of gasoline filled our senses, having it clearing my sinuses in an instant.

"Incompetent whore. She could've started a fucking kitchen fire," I scoffed, placing the candle down and lighting it. Andre nodded vigorously— As if he didn't just try to explain that to me.

"Yeah, I know. That's what I was trying to say before you cut me off."

That was the last thing that I wanted to put up with a 5 o'clock in the morning. I had a short temper, especially when I was up before the sun was.

"Open the window. Spark a blunt. It fucking reeks in here, and I need another smell," I said, nodding towards the living room windows.

"We've never opened the window. Do these windows even open?"

I've always lived in a mobile home. My parents never were and never will be finanically stable. It wasn't a mansion, it wasn't even a house, but it was home to me.

A home to us.

I chuckled, watching him struggle to open it, "Guess we'll find out."

I headed back to my room, trying to get some rest before my 7:00 alarm went off. Although, I was already wide awake at that point and knew that I'd roll up a blunt or something.

"Don't wake me up again, unless you're dying. A fucking pot of coffee better be brewed, too... For compensation!" I yelled, slamming my door.

I pulled up a full thirty minutes early to school that day, which was a new record for me, considering I was usually thirty minutes late everyday.

I parked my car in my usual spot, underneath the tree, the farthest and opposite direction of the school because I liked to sit in my car during lunch.

Despite not having my license, I drove my car around anywhere and everywhere. A tan Honda Civic that I had bought off my friend's older brother in my sophomore year. 

I prided myself on the fact that my license plate said 'FCK YOU.'

"Watch it, dipshit!" I shouted as my brother slammed the passenger door, "Sorry, chill out; Do you know when Mom is coming home?" He asked.

I raised my brows, "Dude, I didn't even know she left. Whatever, this just means I can go out."

"Why does she do this? We're minors! This shit is like, child neglect," My brother had said in a certain tone, which let me know right away that he was genuinely upset about the situation, unlike I was.

"No, it is child neclect. Why do you even care? She's always been like this. You know that. Whatever, don't even worry about it— Go to D'Shawn's house or something," I said, hoping to make him feel better.

This wasn't anything new to us. She would always leave us, just never for that long. Having my mother be home for week straight would be considered a new record.

"I probably will. You going to Daniel's party tomorrow?"

I nod, "Duh."

"Well, if I don't see you later today, see you tomorrow," Andre says as I fist bumped him, "Will do."

I glanced over at the table, watching my friend's laugh at something on the phone. Then, my eyes laid on him, "Ugh, he's over there."

We made our way over to our friends. Queue an arrangement of teenagers chilling at our self acclaimed table—

You would expect us to go our separate ways at this point, except, Andre is my best friend. He has been, since the day we were born. We even shared the same friends, which could be annoying sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

There were six of us. We were like the six musketeers; All of us were inseparable since middle school. First, we have my best friend, Madison Perez.

She's the definition of an 'it girl.' One of the many rich bitches at East Highland, and kinda my closest friend at the time. Maddy was the one who had the most common sense out of the whole group.

She was the one I would go to with most of my problems.

Next up, we have Monet Manning, who's attached to Maddy's hip at all times. Monet was the most privileged person that I've ever known in my entire life. Her father was big in pharmaceuticals. Had a fuck ton of money...

In all honesty, Monet should've been strutting down the halls of the finest privates school, but claims she wants the 'teenager experience.'

Then, there’s D'Shawn Daniels. Him and Andre were basically inseperable. I was convinced he loved him more than he loved me;

He's been our friend ever since we were little, kinda like our third sibling. We all grew up together and he lived right down the road from us. Andre and I would always go to his house when our mother wasn't home.

And then, there was him.

Giovanni Bennett. My ex-lover. As I mentioned earlier, at the time, we were stuck in that gut-retching phase of trying to get past a rough patch.

Giovanni was once the love of my life.

But, the rough patch was that he had cheated on me. He had cheated on me when I was right outside of the door. I was waiting for the bathroom, but little did I know he had his own agenda in there.

I never thought I would feel that much hurt from someone my own age, but God, was I wrong.

The thing about our relationship, is the fact that I was convinced I loved him more than I had ever loved myself.

I would prioritize him over everything, when he would never do that for me.

I would've jumped in front of a bullet for him, but he wouldn't even think about doing it for me... Not even for a second.

He was a tough guy. A football jock, like the ones that you see in movies. The stereotypical popular boy, who always had friends around him at all times, and every girl would've killed to be in my place.

He was the one who would act tough, like he would punch the first person that pissed him off. Giovanni has always had that sense that he was the strongest one in school... That he was the one that everyone needed to fear.

And it turns out, he wasn't the toughest. He wasn't the strongest. He wasn't the hero that he had claimed to be.

Because on August 21st, the weekend before our first day of senior year, his life was taken from him.

He was murdered.

The night haunts me. I have nightmares of that night to this day, every time I blink, every time I shut my eyes... Giovanni will forever follow me, no matter how hard I try to move on, think about something else, to forget about it. I close my eyes and I always see his face, his body laying lifeless and bleeding out into that pool... It's all I see.

Every fucking day.

“Rough morning?" Maddy asked me, snapping me out of my trance.

"Mm, kinda. Every morning is kinda rough morning at this point," I complained as Maddy agreed. Then, Giovanni decided to open his mouth;

"I can fix that for you, baby," He smirked, his hand caressing against my back. I groaned absurdly, listening to my friends chuckle at his not so charming remark.

"Don't call me baby. We're taking things slow, remember?" I reminded him as he gave me that disappointed, but not surprised look on his face.

"Mmm-hmm. I remember," He said.

Monet smiled softly, watching him kiss my shoulders, "You guys are so cute."

I also thought we were cute. But, we weren't cute— In fact, we were the complete opposite of cute. We were toxic assholes, which created havoc whenever we were together.

Monet just always had this fixation on love and romance, because she couldn't get it herself.

"You're cute," D'Shawn flirted, watching the girl turn a deep shade of pink. It was disgusting. She tried to play it off cool and instead, does it miserably.

Monet playfully hits him on the shoulder, "Shut up."

I hated flirting. I hated every aspect of it. That stupid, charming tone and the sparkle in the eyes... Ugh.

Whenever they spoke, a piece of me died, due to how cringe worthy they were.

Maddy was over it just as much as I was, "You guys disgust me, since everyone decided they wanna be horny at seven in the morning... Let's go inside. It makes me sick."

There was this guy, Nate Jacobs, that Maddy had dated since middle school. They were going to be high school sweethearts-- I felt it.

I knew that they weren't perfect for each other, I honestly questioned if they had any real love for each other, but I always thought they'd end up married.

But, his father went to jail for some weird shit. It was the talk of the school and the entire town of East Highland for weeks, so, his mother packed them up and moved them across the country.

Nobody has heard from him since, not even Maddy.

And to be honest, after he left... Of course, she was heartbroken. But, maybe it was for the best. Once she had finally grasped that he was gone, she had never been happier.

I nodded my head to going inside, wanting to leave Giovanni's side as quickly as possible. We linked arms like fourth graders and walked away from the group.

"Ugh, speaking of guys, did you any of you see the new boy? He looks like he lives in a dumpster," Maddy giggled, and usually, being self reflective, I would've laughed. But, I was in such a bad mood that day.

Monet looked at Maddy, nodding her head in complete agreement, "I know, right? It looks like every breath is his last. I can't even work around the face tattoo thing."

"Oh my god, ew! Face tattoos? I didn't even notice, that is so tacky," The girl laughs.

I never talked about my love life, not even boys in general, despite being a pretty open person. Just my hookups, that happened a little too frequently before my relationship. 

They barely knew anything about my relationship with Gio.

"Are you still texting Gio?" Maddy asked as she watched me type on my phone. I was texting him, but, I didn't want to start shit at eight in the morning. He was arguing about how I was "treating him" this morning.

"Why are you still with that dickhead? I know he's our friend and all, but this is like, a low point for feminism, right now."

I snapped my head up from my phone, because if there was one thing about my friends, it's that they're nosey bitches.

"Excuse me?"

Maddy decided to go on a full on rant about things I had already been aware of— "It's so obvious that you don't fuck with Gio, anymore. I wouldn't either! He cheated on you when you were lit-er-ally outside of the room. That is some fucked up shit."

And of course, Monet sided with Maddy, because why wouldn't she?

"I let a lot of things slide, but never that. His dick was literally in another bitches pussy. That's some STD typa shit, right there," Monet chuckled as my face soured.

"Ew."

Maddy clapped her hands at her best friend's remark, "She's not wrong! Just dump his ass. You literally show no interest in him, anymore, and it's so obvious. Spare him Indigo. Just be fucking friends, at this point."

And it's not like they were lying— I did make it obvious. Maybe a little too obvious. I sighed, looking down in complete embarassment, "I mean, it's not like I can just leave him..."

Monet's eyes lit up like saucers and her face was in pure and utter disbelief, "Why not?! You like, hate him and I'm pretty sure he knows that you hate him."

"I don't know... I do hate his fucking guts, but I can't just leave. He's got this stupid chokehold on me that I can't explain."

Monet scoffed loudly, upset that I would even say something like that, "Well, get it out of it, bitch. Stand up for yourself, you're too hot to be cheated on."

"Relationships are just, not my thing, now. I can't do the commitment shit anymore, it's just too much— I miss being fucked and then never discussing it. I need to leave him, but I just... I don't wanna be alone," I tried to explain, but it turned into rambling, like it usually does when I tried to defend our relationship, and ultimately sounded dumb.

The girls nods in agreement. It was definitely dumb.

"Well, I don't understand any of that," Maddy says, "But, let's be honest-- Indigo, the entire school would date you if you let them. Let him go."

She wasn't wrong, but I also wasn't lying-- "Maybe, I should be celibate. No... Fuck that. I'm revirginizing. I'm gonna tell Gio that. No strings can be attached if there's no hookup to attach it to. I'm a virgin, from here on out," I declared.

And then, I smelled my favorite smell on this entire Earth— Weed.

"Holy shit, someone has weed. I just ran out, too... I need to find them," I stated the obvious. I was the only one, besides Andre, in group that smokes. Maddy and Monet were constantly on my ass about it.

I hated it;

"Okay, yeah, go get lung cancer and die before thirty," Monet scoffed as Maddy gives a certain look at me, watching my eyes shoot to the curly head blonde boy walking towards us, "Oh, I would definitely pass if I were you, bitch."

"Oh, lord. Please don't try to hit on us," Monet chuckled, making everyone laugh, but me, "It's giving drop-out drug dealer."

"Jesus Christ, guys. He's new, give him a break," I groaned as the girls picked up on my off energy. To be fair, I usually am a bitch. Me, myself, and I could testify to that any day.

"What stick got shoved up your ass?" Maddy spats, giving me a sour look that she always did when she was irritated, "Yesterday, you would've had something to say about him."

I sighed, having to explain this for the thousandth time that day, "Mommy issues. Jeanne ruining my day, even when she's not around. She hasn't been home in two days, got Dre all freaked out and shit."

"Damn, that sucks," Monet dryly answered.

She clearly didn't give two shits about me or my problems.

"Ladies..." The boy said as he walked passed us.

That was the first time I ever saw him— A boy with blonde curls, a semi-muscular build, and tattoos. Including face tattoos, which made me crack a smile that I hated to admit. It looked really funny in a cute way. With a beat skateboard in one hand, he waved to the us with the other.

"I don't know. He's kinda cute in his own way," I admitted as the girls snapped towards me, "Ugh, you're disgusting. That is literally disgusting. You don't go from Gio to whatever that is," Maddy replied.

For a moment as he walked by, he shot me that look. That stupid look that I've seen from both genders. The "we should hookup" look, is how I've always seen it. That sultry glance and the purse of the lips...

"Keep it moving," Maddy laughs at him.

"I was planning on it," The boy chuckled as he kept moving, and I hated the fact that she was disappointed by that.

“Fucking pothead. I’m getting a second hand high,” Monet gagged.

"Pothead, really? I'm a pothead," I said in protest to Maddy and Monet being a bitch for no reason. She was always a bitch for no reason.

Maddy groaned at me, "Well, then maybe you should go fuck him and do it together. You guys can both get cancer and various diseases."

I shrugged, "Maybe, I will, if I wasn't in my situationship," I lied, because if there's one thing about me, I tried not to let myself gett attached.

I had attached myself to Giovanni, devoted myself to that man, yet I still got cheated on.

How that worked was a mystery.

"He did give you that look, though," Maddy chuckled, "I'll give him that one..."

"Bleh," I gagged and walked to class.

I tapped my platform boots against the floor. Heavy, six inch heeled boots tapping against the tiled school floor. Doing a repetative pattern every time... It helped my ADHD. Made the puzzle pieces fit. Tapping away, until the teacher told me to cut it out.

I didn't have the energy to pick a fight, so, I stopped.

With that, I dozed off, once, twice, or three times during my study hall that had just started. Part of it, was the fact that I was extremely high and that I was exhausted from going out the previous night, then having Andre waking me up at the crack of dawn.

To keep myself awake and out of trouble for the fifth time that week, I doodled on the corner of my worksheet.

But, I quickly became more lucid when someone tried to sit next to me; I always sat by myself.

"I have severe ADHD, I sit by myself for a reason. My brain simply cannot function properly with people around me in class," I immediately blurted out without even looking up to see who it was, not bothering to move my backpack, either, so they could sit down.

I continued to queue my music; Music is the one thing that keeps me sane. I would go batshit crazy without it... It keeps me grounded. I hummed quietly to the song that was playing, still ignoring the body hovering me.

"I love that song," A voice says. It startles me, ripping out my earbuds and looking up to see the last person that I wanted to see.

Oh, god.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned, looking up at no one other than the new boy that gave me the look this morning. He caught me at the worst time, my caffeine come down, my point of the morning where even someone's laugh would make me want to punch them;

I gave him a spiteful look as he laughed at me--

"Nice to meet you, too," He says with that certain smartass tone of voice. Which I, for one, hated. I hated sarcasm, unless it was my own doing. But, he doesn't stop there. It was as if he was trying to piss me off at eleven o'clock in the morning;

"I hate to bother you, but I kinda have to sit here. It's the only open seat, minus the backpack."

I dragged out a long, "Ugh." When I finally gave up, I gave in to the fact that I no longer sat alone, "Then, move the fucking backpack, idiot."

I never really knew why I was so mean to him; It wasn't just the bad mood. I still don't know why, but, I think it was because I knew I liked him... and I didn't want to. 

But, he moved the black Jansport to the floor— But, also got a whiff of his favorite smell, too.

"... And you and your little girl group called me a pothead," The boy smugly chuckled. I finally looked up at him with a dirty glare, "I never called you that."

"Your friends did."

"Whatever, get over it," I said dryly, praying to any higher power that he would stop talking. I was on a journey to make everyone feel my wrath that morning. It wasn't a good day for me.

"I'm Elliot. Elliot Fike," He said, holding out his hand for me to shake. He holds it out for a good thirty seconds, before I reluctantly shook it, "Indigo Autry."

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Your Highness?" Elliot jokingly asks, making me even more agitated, which seemed impossible in that moment.

"Mind your business. I had a shitty morning," I groaned, putting my head down as the next song played. One of my favorite songs of all time. Which was basically any song by The Smiths. It made my life seem a little more bearable.

"Your music taste is fuckin' fire. I fuck with The Smiths," Elliot continued to try to make conversation with me, but kept failing quite miserably.

I found that interesting about him; Elliot was a social butterfly with no friends. It was an odd trait. The antisocial-social person. I wished I could be like that, it would've saved so much trouble.

"Okay, fine. You win. I'll shut up," He declared as I just stared at him with a cold look, "Great idea."

At first glance to me, he was definitely a social reject. The guy that everyone thinks is a stoner with no future ahead of him. No guy at East Highland with friends would openly say that they fuck with The Smiths.

"You fuck with The Smiths and you're a guy. That means you're either gay or lonely," I state after a few minutes of silence, more as a statement, rather than a question.

Elliot nodded at me with a chuckle, "I mean, kinda," He replied, which made me sit up in my seat, suddenly intrigued, "You're gay?"

I did have a pretty decent gaydar.

"Kinda," He said again as I furrowed my brows, "So, straight, but lonely?"

"Kinda," Elliot laughs, watching me sit there, confused with his answer.

"Sooo, you're bisexual? Quit fucking with me."

"I don't like to label myself. I like who I like. Anyone works for me," Elliot says, making me do a little "hm," in approval.

"Me too. Fuck labels. They suck," I agreed, "The face tatts make you look hella straight, though. Fuckin' Apple logo on your face. Idiot."

Elliot looked at me, amused at how interested I seemed. He shows off his tattoos— "Don't let them intimidate you."

He's pleasantly surprised when he realized that made me crack the tiniest, barely there smile, "Trust me, I don't get intimidated."

"Right, 'cause you're the intimidating one. My bad," Elliot chuckled in an attempt at being a flirt, making me sit up again, "I am not, I'm literally just sitting here! Minding my goddamn business and shit. Damn..."

"For a good five minutes, you wouldn't even look at me."

"Ooh," I rolled my eyes dramatically at him and his terrible attempts, "What if I was non-verbal? What if I couldn't talk? God forbid, I'm a shy person."

Elliot crooked a brow, "Forgive me, but I doubt that."

"Well, don't judge a book by it's cover," I spat back.

"I think you just don't like me. You were talking the entirety of last period. Didn't even introduce yourself," He points out.

"I'm not a bitch, and were you like, stalking me? And— Wait, you were in my last period?"

"Yeah, I sat right behind you. You even asked me what the answers were to the quiz," Elliot said, making me raise both brows in surprise, "Oh, shit."

"Kinda bitchy, if you ask me," He jokes, "Well, good thing I never asked," I snapped back, making Elliot smirk. 

He wasn't ugly at all, like Maddy and them had made him out to be. In fact, he was quite attractive. I have always loved the way he looked. I loved his stupid smile. The way he ran his fingers through his hair when he got nervous. 

"A little bratty, too, huh?" Elliot asked with that same smug smile painted on his face, knowing that he was in the middle of charming me and having it work-- "You're definitely a popular girl, aren't you?"

I hated to admit to myself that I was quite intrigued with our banter that was going on between us— "I'm not a popular girl. That's gross."

"I won't make fun of you, if you are. Social statuses have never been my thing, if you couldn't tell."

I tried my hardest to defend myself, "I'm not! I have friends, but I'm not Regina fucking George... Geez, stop obsessing over me."

"Oh, you're definitely popular," Elliot teased for the sole purpose of spiting me, "If that helps you sleep at night. Are you going to Daniel's party?" I asked to his surprise, instead of getting angry at him.

"Nope. Don't even know who that is. I'm new, if you didn't pick that up. Third day and all," The blonde said sarcastically.

"You're kind of a dick. No wonder, you're always by yourself," I admitted, making Elliot chuckle, "What can I say? Shitty morning. I got teased by the popular girls."

I looked at him with an annoyed pout— "Well, you should go. Tons of weed and assholes, who are just like you," Indigo explains.

"Well, I prefer having no friends," He openly admitted as I let out a giggle, "Yeah, you're right. I can tell."

"So, are you inviting me to go with you to this party?" Elliot smirked as I sucked my teeth at his question, "No, I'm saying you should go. By yourself... Alone... To meet friends, which apparently you don't want."

"Jealous boyfriend going with you or something?" He jokingly asked.

Well, yes.

"It's complicated— But, I know for a fact that me and my friend, tequila, are getting absolutely shitfaced after the week I've had. That's what I have in store."

The fact that I didn't deny going with someone else definitely sparked his interest, "So, you are going with a jealous boyfriend?"

There was only one thing about Elliot that genuinely bothered me when I first met him, and that was him always being an nosey bitch.

I guess I've always attracted those.

"Ex-boyfriend of two years, situationship thing. It's, uh, hard to explain and I'm not gonna explain it to a stranger," I explained as the boy in front of me smirked, "Well, we're not really strangers, I introduced myself."

He made a good point.

"He was my boyfriend, but he did something really, really fucking stupid, and now I'm stuck trying to repatch our relationship," I said, sort of vaguely because I've had issues in the past of oversharing.

"What'd he do that was really, really bad?" Elliot mocked me, beginning to piss me off, "Nope, too personal. It's annoying, and I just don't wanna talk about it."

"Fair enough. Well, maybe, I'll stop by."

I crooked a brow at him, wondering why he would decline an invite, "You have big plans or something? Your agenda doesn't seem like it'd be that full."

"Wowww," Elliot dragged, staring at me, "That is rude. I might book a gig downtown on Friday, if you need to know my agenda so bad."

Indigo must admit that she was intrigued with almost everything he said— "Gig? You're a singer? Musician?"

"Mediocre."

"Interesting. Very interesting," I said, beginning to doodgle once more on my trig homework. I put in my earbuds and didn't speak to him for the rest of class.

I strutted down the hallway, listening to my music; Stopping, when I saw an all too familiar face standing by my locker.

"This is my locker, you fuckin' creep," I said as Elliot turned around. He chuckled at me as I kept a straight face, chewing my gum in angst.

I always did that. It let people get the message that I didn't want to hear them, I wanted to hear the annoying smack of my gum, instead.

"I was trying to find you during lunch. You're a hard girl to track down," He said, making me furrow my brows, "Chill out, stalker. I was in my car."

"Well, anyways," Elliot spoke as I received an AirDrop notification, "I made you this playlist. It can keep you better company than those friends of yours. They're songs that sound like you."

I reluctantly accepted it, "Sounds like me? Is that a compliment or what?"

"Yeah, it is. They're just songs that I think you'd enjoy. Made it during my free period," He said.

I coyly smiled at him, "Geez, you got a crush on me or something?"

The boy looks away, "No, I don't like you. Questioning if I even like you as a person, but you're an interesting person. That's why I made it.”

“Awe,” I said softly— It was sweet. Really sweet.

LYou're the type of girl that people write songs about."

Little did Elliot know, that was probably the best compliment that I've ever received. Usually, it's a mixture of, 'Oh, you're hot,' or someone asking to hook up with me. There's no in between.

But, that's when he finally won me over. 

"Well, that's sweet. Uh, thank you. I'll listen to it," I said, opening my locker, "Fuck your little gig. You should slide to the party tomorrow night. If you're lucky, we can spark up or something," I teased.

"Mhm, now I may actually wanna go; For the weed. Not you," He clarified, making my jaw drop, "Okay, ouch. Dickhead."

"I'm just playing. Maybe, I'll see you there," Elliot said, walking away from me, "Maybe..." I said softly as I watched him enter his next class.

That's when I spotted Maddy from the corner of my eye; I was fucked. She came with questions that I didn't want to be asked and didn't want to answer.

"You sly little bitch. You're so lucky that Gio left early..." Maddy chuckled as she approached me, blowing a bubble with my no longer flavored gum.

"What? I'm being friendly," I insisted.

"Right, sure. You guys had that look in your eyes. Those gross, flirty eyes, or he did at least. I think he wants to fuck you," Maddy chuckles, "The pothead, dumpster diver, wants to fuckin' fuck you, can you believe that?!”

"And I have Gio, so, that will definitely not be happening,” I reassured, but Maddy was a lot of things, and stupid wasn’t one of them.

“He made you smile, and I haven’t seen you smile in weeks, Indigo.”

That hit a little close to home.

I nodded softly, agreeing with her, “He did make me smile… A lot. I invited him to the party tomorrow.”

“Be with someone that makes you happy. I missed your smile.”

Little did I know what I had just gotten myself into.

#euphoria #euphoria fanfic #elliot euphoria #elliot fanfic #dominic fike #euphoria au #euphoria hbo #lgbtq #rue bennett #fanfic #au #alternate universe

[farmerstarter]

The Bachelors and How They Sleep

hello lovelies! Have some more of my headcanons. These HCs are for a gn! reader. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated 🌷🤍

Alex:

🏈 Moves a lot during his sleep. But he doesn't outright punch you by accident. You always seem to end up being under him.

🏈 Mumbles a lot too. One time, you woke up to him counting to himself, just like how he counts his bicep curls.

🏈 Wakes up early, just a few moments before you. He says it's because he needs to exercise the first thing in the morning. But it's actually because he felt you move out of the bed and he doesn't like to be alone.

🏈 Gives you all the pillows to make you comfortable. He says it's important for your muscles to get a good night's rest. He ends up hogging the blankets.

Elliott:

🪶 Sleeps like a dead man. He doesn't move at all, save for the occasional turning to the side to snuggle against you.

🪶 It takes him a while to finally succumb to slumber. He says it's because he's used to listening to the waves of the beach to fall asleep.

🪶 Silk pajamas, the man has sets of them. He keeps his hair down while sleeping so you sometimes wake up to your whole face being covered by his locks.

🪶 He's a late riser, mostly because he sleeps late too. He tells you that he writes better at night and he doesn't allow himself to rest until he's finished writing one chapter at least.

Harvey:

🛩️ Sometimes, Harvey forgets to take off his glasses before he goes to bed. Which is why he has so many broken ones that he tries to hide from you by kicking them under the bed.

🛩️ Professional cuddler. He always makes sure you're in his arms or vice versa. He needs to touch you in order to get a good night's rest. Doesn't matter if you two are spooning or if it's just his hand on top of your arm.

🛩️ Snores a lot. Goes "hoooonk mimimimimi hoooonk mimimimi"

🛩️ I like to imagine him wearing those pajamas that's like just a long night gown and those floppy pointy hats. You know the one.

Sam:

🎸 Alex mumbles in his sleep, Sam straight up sings. Usually it's outbursts of the choruses of his songs, sometimes he'd hum the tune out. You have a video of him playing air drums while sleeping. You sent the video to Abigail and Sebastian, and they never let Sam hear the end of it.

🎸 He wakes up super late most of the time. But on the rare occasion where he doesn't, he cooks breakfast and serves it to you in bed. Complete with a flower in a vase and everything.

🎸 Always kisses you before he falls asleep. Straight up drags you to his side of the bed to peck your lips.

🎸 Would take off his shirt to put it on you. He says he doesn't want you getting cold at night and waves you off when you refuse, worried about his wellbeing. "I don'T gEt sicK eaSiLy, Babe," ends up in the clinic to get meds the next day.

Sebastian:

👾 It's my headcanons and I say he moves a LOT during his sleep. So much so that you end up on the floor when you wake up. He refuses to believe that he does that.

👾 His sleep schedule depends on you. He refuses to sleep unless you're already in the house. He doesn't like the feeling of sleeping when he doesn't know you're safe. You'll find him waiting for you on the porch.

👾 Prefers to sleep on the side of the bed where the sun doesn't shine.

👾 Immediately feels it when you get out of the bed. And he wakes up immediately, groggy and needing a few minutes to register where he is. Even if you're just going to get a glass of water, Sebastian would wake up and ask where you're going.

Shane:

🐣 This man says good night to all the chickens in your coop before he goes to bed, I decided.

🐣 He used to get little to no hours of sleep but after moving in with you, he tries to get enough sleep as possible.

🐣 Hugs you in his sleep, all the time.

🐣 He wakes up the same moment you do, sometimes earlier. He gave himself the job to take care of your farm animals so you don't have to work too hard. So he wakes early to get the job done as soon as possible to spend breakfast with you.

🐣 My brother in Yoba, he would wake up in the middle of the night to get a snack. You would sometimes catch him in the middle of drinking cows milk straight out of the bottle in front of the open fridge.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley headcanons #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex #sdv elliot x reader #sdv elliott #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey #sdv sam x reader #sdv sam #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane #🌱 writing :: bachelors

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Elliot and his emotional support crab burning the midnight oil.

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew valley elliot #you and me both elliot #wish us luck that we would be able to meet our deadlines #*SOBS* #i want to read a fanfic where you keep accidentally interrupting elliot in the middle of writing #the 5 times youre embarassed for messing his groove #and the one time you interrupt him when he’s in a slump/block and he’s suddenly gets a surge of inspo #Headcanons: Elliot chews on his pens/pencils when he’s pondering on synonmys. #he purses his lips and balances pens under his nose when he’s editing his work. #Many of his writing utensils(??) are lost in his hair when he’s doing a bit of research.

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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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[writer-by-the-sea]

can you do one where elliott is trying to comfort a really insecure farmer that has self love issues?

I relax beside you, my arms behind my back and a smile on my face, watching as you read the words I’ve written; each one dedicated to the one that I love. You’re smiling as well, nearing the love confession hidden in the pages that gave me the courage to confess to you myself so long ago. 

I don’t know how many times you’ve read my first book at this point. The pages are worn and the cover long past its original pristine condition. But the amount of joy that I feel each time you crack open the spine makes my heart beat faster and butterflies erupt in my chest grow stronger still. 

“You’re amazing,” you said and closed the book with a happy sigh. “I could never create something this beautiful.” 

“Hm?” I sit up, taking the book from your lap and moving it to the bedside table. “What do you mean?” 

“Well.” You were flustered, your hands clenched and unclenched on your thighs as you came up with the words to finally say. “I’ve done nothing with my life. It’s kind of pathetic.” 

And now you’re just being silly. 

“Whatever do you mean?” I paused and shook my head, realizing I was repeating myself. “You’ve brought beauty back to this village, joy to the people who live here, love to a man who could never live without you.” 

“Still-” 

A click of my tongue stopped you from continuing. “No, ‘still.’ You’ve been given this gift of caring, of– of pure, and unmistakable warmth that you so fearlessly bestow onto others without a second thought! 

“You’re such a beautiful, kind, caring, perfect soul that gives so much and expects so little in return.” 

“Elliot-”

“Please, my love.” I take your hands into my own, bringing them to my lips so that I might kiss each finger with all the love I can muster. “You silly farmer, why on earth do you think I ever fell in love with you?” 

You smirked. “All the free pomegranates?” 

“Perhaps,” I laughed. “But no. It was you. Everything that is you. Your beauty, your class, your affectionate nature had me falling so deeply and madly in love with you that I could never keep you off my mind–

“Believe me when I tell you this: you are perfect. In every imaginable way. And if you don’t believe me, you can ask every person you know.” 

“Thank you, Elliot.”

“You’re welcome… But don’t ever insult my partner like that again.”  

“What?!” You laughed and dropped my hands. “How can I be rude to myself?!”

“Bringing yourself down like that is just cruel,” I said and sighed. “If I catch you being rude to my partner again I’ll take away our cuddle sessions for a whole day. Got it?” 

“Fine,” you replied with a small laugh. 

You may think I’m joking, but it hurts me to know that these are the feelings you’ve kept bottled inside. And in time, I hope to help you ease that pain and learn that you are loved. Especially by me. 

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[luvfae]

MEMORY LOSS

summary: you wake up naked next to your best friend elliot the morning after a party with not recollection of what the hell happened, but the hickey’s on your neck and the scratches on his back paint a funny story

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, sexual references, nudity

His head was pounding as his eyes slowly fluttered open, with a groan Elliot rolls over to face the other side, only to find you fast asleep next to him.

You staying the night was a regular occurrence, you were Elliot’s best friend after all, but normally Elliot slept on the floor, giving his bed up for you to sleep in. So he was a little shocked to see you asleep next to him.

But what shocked him even more was when he realised he was naked. Elliot shot up, sitting upright in his bed, now noticing all the clothes on the floor. He glanced over at you again, hickey’s littered your neck.

“Fuck…” He muttered.

All his movements stirred you from your sleep and you opened your eyes, only to see Elliot sat up beside you. Scratches covered his entire back and you laughed, making his head snap over to you.

“Damn E, you must of gave someone the night of their life,” you giggled. “You have marks all over your back.”

Elliot was looking at you with worry in his eyes, waiting for you to connect the dots and it didn’t take long for realisation to hit.

You were butt naked in Elliot’s bed.

“Oh…” You mumbled, sitting up also, making sure his blanket was covering your chest. You tried to put the pieces of last night back together but everything was foggy, you don’t even remember coming back to Elliot’s, let alone fucking him.

Elliot was just as bad, in fact he couldn’t even remember half of the party.

“God i’m so pissed,” Elliot said.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, pursing your lips.

“No, not at you,” he said. “At my damn memory! I’ve been dying to fuck you, Y/N, and now that I have I can’t remember a single thing.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up at his words. “I mean… we could just fuck right now?” You suggested.

Truth is you’ve been imagining getting railed by Elliot for weeks now.

Elliot’s eyes snapped over to you, a small smile making its way to his face. “Yeah… maybe it’ll jog our memory,” Elliot shrugged.

“And if it doesn’t, then we’ll just have to keep doing it until it does,” You smirked, hands already wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss.

© luvfae 2022

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

Dom fucking you in his dressing room before he goes back out on the stage

𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

warnings[ p in v, smut, swearing, unprotected sex ]

you and Dominic have been together for a little over a couple of months now. yes.. its been in secret, but you've been together non the less. decideding to keep your relationship a secret was the best decision for the both of you, it was also extremely fun.

Sneaking off at party's, meeting up in the bathroom, quickys in closets, you also loved the thrill of almost getting caught, especially when Dominic would try to sneak touches in public and whoever your with sees his hand leaving your thingh. your favorite part is the hurried sex though. like now. Dominic was getting ready for his show, was being the main focus of the sentence.

instead Dom decided to fuck you in his dressing room. no big deal, right? well it wasn't, until you realized what time it is. 'fuck domm you go out in 5 minutes' you moan out as he pounds into you from behind. gripping your hips with force that'll leave prints, his mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

'fuckk, baby I know, just need you' he breathed out while what could be mistaken for a whimper left his lips.

he fucked you so good all the time but something was different about this. not wrong, just different.

for instance, you never struggled to have your feet touch the ground, but here you are feet barley grazing the floor with every thrust, nor had you had vision problems, but everytime he pushes that button your vision fills with white spots that can only be described as stars.

'oh my god I'm gonna cum' you whine. Dominic who was to focused looking at the white ring you created around his cock, paid no attention to what you said. moaning at the way he felt you clenching around him.

'can I cum in you baby?' he questions speeding up his pace. moaning at the delicious feeling of his cock hitting your g spot. 'fuck yes! please need it so bad' you moan out eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck into you.

right as someone knocks on the door.

not being able to hold any longer you hurriedly put your hand over your mouth desperate to stay as quiet as you could cumming around Dominic's cock, triggering his orgasm he thrust hard into you as a stage hand informed him through the door that he needed to go out.

looking down at your fucked out face in the mirror and not caring to rush on stage he lazyly fucked his cum deeper in to you.

'God baby we gotta do this more' he laughs slapping your ass as he pulls out, chuckling at your tired form trying to catch your breath as your legs twitched.

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[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: Drugs, absent parents

a/n: i love euphoria and there aren’t enough elliot x reader fics lmao this is gonna be a multi-part fic!!

word count: 2499 :)

Part 1 | Part 2

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High school wasn’t easy.

Four years of going through the motions, doing the bare minimum and hoping that one day it would just stop.

Depression wasn’t easy.

The endless cycle of waking up miserable, going to school miserable, then coming home and going to bed miserable. That is, until you met Jules.

You knew of her. You knew that she was Rue’s girlfriend for a while. You knew that Rue broke up with her last year, but they were still friends for whatever reason, you didn’t really care.

You knew Rue.

Probably better than Jules did. You two had grown up together. You would spend almost every waking moment with her because frankly you were in love with her at the time. So you spent your days soaking up each minute with her the best you could, until her dad died.

At the time, part of you was jealous of Rue. People constantly asked you about her and how she was doing, even your emotionally absent parents. That’s all they ever wanted to talk about.

They seemed to forget about you more and more everyday. They didn’t even seem to care that they had a child. You felt alone.

The other part of you felt horrible.

Rue had been there for you in every possible way she could, even when her dad was sick. She listened to your problems and offered you comfort. She never compared her struggles to yours and you made a point to do the same.

You felt so shitty for being jealous. So, you stopped.

Stopped hanging out with her, stopped talking to her, stopped being her friend, stopped loving her and now here we are.

You were getting books out of your locker when it suddenly shut. Luckily, you pulled your hands out of the way before they could get slammed in the locker. When you turned to the perpetrator, you were met with short, blonde hair and a small smile.

“Hi.” She said with a sweet voice that made you a little nervous.

“Hello” You whispered back, unable to bring yourself to speak any louder than that.

“I’m Jules.” She extended her hand out for you to shake and you did so, a little wide eyed. “I’m Y/N.” Your voice trembled a bit out of nervousness. You were never good at meeting new people and the fact that you were attracted to Jules didn’t help.

“You’re friends with Rue, right?” She leaned on the lockers after pulling her hand away. You looked around and shrugged. “I guess.”

You felt like your friendship with rue had died off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Cool, so you’d be down to come hang out with us today, right?” You stared. You weren’t sure what her motive was. “Why?” You blurted. She confused you, why did she want to hang out with you all of a sudden? You two had gone to the same school for almost two years and she hadn’t shown any interest until now.

“Why not? It’s always fun to hang out with new people.” She smiled a bit wider and you felt pressured to say yes, so you agreed. When you finally agreed she turned back to look at Rue and some guy. He had grown out blonde hair and a face tat and to be honest, he didn’t interest you all that much.

“Okay, so we’re going to Elliot’s at like five, so we’ll pick you up?” She looked at you excitedly. “Sure.” You could help but smile at her energy. She snatched your phone from your hand and had you unlock it. She did a few things then handed it back to you. “This is my number, text me your address, so I can save your number.” And with that she was off to class. “I’ll see you later.” She smiled and waved and you waved back.

you looked down at your phone and quickly typed out your address in a text message and sent it to Jules. You hoped that you weren’t going to regret this.

After school, you were picked up by your neighbor, Mrs. Marla. She was a bigger, older lady with short hair and a kind smile. She used to be your nanny when you were younger and was pretty much your grandma at this point.

When you opened the car door, she smiled. You looked a little brighter today. When you shut the door she asked, “What’s got you looking all happy today?” You shrugged, “Rue’s friend asked me to hang out today.”

Marla Looked almost startled. “Rue Bennet? The girl you used to be friends with?” You nodded. You weren’t put off by her surprise because you were surprised too.

The drive home was silent after that.

When you arrived home you quickly ran to go shower. Your parents weren’t home and likely wouldn’t be for a few more hours. You shot your mom a text saying that you were going out with friends. You knew she wouldn’t respond so you continued with your shower.

Jules texted you and when you got out, you read it.

‘Hey change of plans lmao’

‘Ellie wants to smoke so we’re gonna meet up earlier, are you still down???’

You smiled.

‘yeah’

She quickly responded back.

‘Cool, we’re outside’

You sighed.

I just got out of the shower. you guys can come in if you want, the keys under the welcome mat.

You locked your phone and headed to your room. You could hear the front door unlock and open.

“Y/N!” Jules yelled out.

“Up here.” You called out. You heard footsteps run up the stairs and she asked for which door. “The first one to the left, I’m not dressed yet.” She let out an oh and walked back down the stairs and to your living room.

You quickly threw on clothes and ran down stairs. Entering your living room, you saw the guy you saw earlier in the day, you assumed was Elliot, and Rue making out and Jules was watching them. “Okay, go off I guess.

Jules’s head snapped towards you and Elliot and Rue pulled apart slowly. Jules looked frazzled and Elliot didn’t look like he had a care in the world, you knew you weren’t going to get along with him. Rue got up. “Shall we get going?” She said while making her way to the door.

You followed her to the car and got in the back seat. Rue sat in the passenger seat and Jules sat in the back with you. Elliot was driving. You already didn’t trust him and you hadn’t even spoken a word to each other.

You were starting to regret this.

On the drive, you learned that Elliot lived with his cousin and she was a smoker so she didn’t really care what he did as long as he stayed out of trouble. This meant that the four of you would be left alone for the most part.

You were a little excited. The last time you hung out with someone, there was an adult overseeing everything, so this would be the first time you hung out with friends alone.

Elliot’s car pulled into his driveway and all four of you made your way inside and to his room. Rue and Jules flopped on the bed while Elliot went to the bathroom. You stood awkwardly in the doorway and Jules patted the spot between her and Rue.

You cautiously laid between them on your front and they got up on their sides. “Did we scare you?” Rue asked tentatively, “No… If you two are dating you’re allowed to kiss whenever, I don’t care.” Rue let out a breath of relief, “We’re not dating.”

You looked a little wide eyed. “He kisses me like that too…” Your head snapped to Jules. Your mind began racing. Was this some kind of indoctrination? Was he gonna start kissing you like that too?

Rue spoke up again, “And we kiss each other like that.” Your mind settled. “So, are you guys in like a poly relationship or something?” “Or something.” Jules replied.

“After we broke up, we decided that it would be best if we didn’t try dating again, until we were both settled mentally. Things took a turn and we started sleeping with Elliot, separately then eventually together and now here we are.” Rue smiled, “We’re not together and we can leave at anytime. It’s all just physical.” Jules said as Elliot walked into the room. You got up which made Rue’s smile drop.

You sat back down on the bed and looked at Elliot. He had a slight scowl on his face, but quickly turned away to dig through his bag. He pulled out an eighth and took it to his dresser, so he could start rolling a blunt. You watched him quietly while Rue and Jules talked behind you.

“Truth or dare?” Elliot suddenly spoke. You flinched. “Who?” Jules responded, he turned around and made eye contact with you. “ Y/N, truth or dare?” You licked your bottom lip, “Truth.”

Elliot squinted, “What’s on your mind?” The question startled you a bit. “Everything and nothing at all.” He gave a slight smile at that and you turned to Rue, “Rue, Truth or dare?”

Rue pretended to think for a bit, “Truth.”

You hummed, “What do you have in your pockets?” Rue looked wide eyed, you saw a baggy in her jacket pocket when you were leaving your house. She pulled the baggy out from her pocket and opened it. She pulled out a small pill.

“Take it.” You knew about her drug problem, but you trusted her, so you took it. You didn’t expect to be hit with the flavor of mint and made a face. Rue began laughing at your disgruntled face, which set off the other two.

“Just wait a few minutes.” She said in between laughs. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and nodded. After three minutes give or take your mouth started watering like crazy.

“What the hell?!” You tried keeping all the saliva in your mouth, but it was almost too much. “They’re dick sucking mints. Jules bought them a while ago. She wanted to use the container for lip balm and put the mints in a baggy.”

You were drooling at this point. You tried to keep it together, swallowing almost non-stop to keep yourself from drooling, while Rue dared Jules put her hand in the back of Elliot’s pants. Elliot jumped at the feeling of Jules’s cold fingers making their way onto his butt.

The drooling stopped for the most part after Jules dared you to drink a bottle of water in ten seconds. After unsuccessfully completing the dare Elliot lit the first blunt of many. He took a hit and passed it to you first. You took the blunt and took a long drag, holding it for a bit before exhaling.

Rue and Elliot were staring at you with a glint in their eyes and Jules looked shocked. “You smoke?” She exclaimed. “Yeah?” You were confused. “I thought you knew, since you invited me to smoke with you.”

Jules shook her head, “You don’t look like the type of person to smoke.” You shrugged and offered her the blunt. She took it with careful fingers and took a hit passing it to Rue. You laid back down and relished in the settling high. It had been a while and your tolerance was lower than normal.

After a couple more hits, everyone was comfortably high and talking. You had your eyes closed laughing every so often. Jules called your name softly and you opened your eyes. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Elliot watched you two with bated breath. Would you do it? If you did, would you kiss him too if he asked? You looked startled, but quickly gained your composure. Lifting yourself from your back, you cupped Jules’s face and brought her closer. Closing your eyes, you softly touched your lips to hers and kissed her.

You parted and opened your eyes again. She opened her eyes too and stared for a bit. She leaned in again and kissed you hard moving her hands on your hips, she positioned herself over you and moved her fingers under your shirt to caress the skin of your waist.

When you parted again, your faces were red. Elliot cursed under his breath and covered his crotch with a pillow. You turned to him, looked at the pillow and started laughing. Elliot looked incredibly embarrassed and glared at you, but eventually started laughing too.

Everyone was laughing and Jules rolled off of you. “That was nice. You’re a good kisser.” You shrugged. “I’m surprised, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Jules gasped, “I took your first kiss?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She pretended to choke you out.

“Jules, I’m so high right now, you could stick something up my ass and I would not feel a thing.” Jules stopped and Elliot spoke up. “Is that an offer?”

You turned to him, “Only if you want it to be.” Rue pretended to choke you out this time. Everyone erupted into laughter and you checked your phone.

There were three missed calls from your mom and a text that read:

‘You better be home in the next thirty minutes or I’m calling the police.’

That was sent ten minutes ago.

You sighed, “I have to go home, guys.” You pouted and Jules whined, “Noooo, stay with us.” She hugged you tightly. Elliot got up and got his keys then helped you up from the bed.

He asked the other two if they were spending the night to which they replied no and got up as well.

You all piled into the car and they drove you home first. You turned to Jules, “Do I look high?” Your mom’s text had sobered you up a bit and you were only a little high. Jules shook her head and you got out of the car.

You waved goodbye to them and Elliot sped away.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted with your angry mother. “Where have you been?” She yelled and you flinched.

“I told you, I was going to a friend's house.” She stopped and looked at her phone. “No you didn’t.” You looked at your messages and noticed that the message you sent her didn’t go through, so you tried it again.

The message would not send, no matter how many times you pressed send. “It’s not sending.” Your mom sighed exasperated, “Then fix it!” You asked for her phone and checked your contact. At the very bottom it said ‘Unblock Contact’.

“You blocked my number.” You looked back up at her and she looked nervous. “It must’ve been a mistake.” She snatched the phone back from you and unblocked your contact, showed you then walked away.

You sighed, you couldn’t wait to move out.

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