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cyberratz · 8 months
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Choose your Stardew Valley Bachelor.
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thiscatdraws · 4 months
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Stardew Valley but make it Animal Crossing! Which bachelors should I draw next?
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ex-mortis22 · 9 months
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Posting these And then working on uploading shit <333 gonna hafta get these myself for my journals lmao they’re too relatable
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huhniebowl · 8 months
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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 · 1 year
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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
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pairing: elliot x reader
words: 0,8k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (fem receiving), elliot being a horny mess
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“Shh baby, gotta be -fuck- quiet for me, m’kay?” Elliot said breathlessly into your ear. He was caging you in as your hands grabbed desperately at the corners of the bathroom wall.
You nodded eagerly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt not to make any noise.
Elli couldn’t wait any longer. When you had arrived at Jules’ house for her little birthday get together, you just looked so goddamn fine. His hand was creeping higher and higher on your thigh as all of you were watching a movie and when everyone was distracted with dancing and drinking, he had pulled you aside smoothly.
You were so tight around him now, as he fucked into you over and over again. His thrusts were fast and messy, and you were sure you’d never experienced him this horny ever. He near-whined into your ear, absolutely feral and head over heels for you in this moment.
“Elliot! Fucks sake, y/n! Are you fucking or something? We need you for truth or dare!” Jules and Rue yelled in turns, the sound muffled by the white bathroom door. No one knew you and Elliot had a thing going but he was too horny to be sly tonight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned your name brokenly. It seemed he was the one that had to be kept quiet, so you placed your hand roughly over his mouth while pushing his head back so he’d look at you. His eyes were watery and pleading, and your hand over his mouth made his eyes roll back and his thrusts impossibly faster. You didn’t reply to the girls as they laughed somewhere downstairs.
Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter he had put you on. His absolute desperateness made you clench around him even tighter, coating his dick is wetness that might even seep onto the tile under you. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his temple as his hands clawed at your waist, his hips never faulting. “Shit I can’t-“ you whispered, pushing your hips into his now to feel him deeper, faster.
He felt your muscles tighten and his hand flew messily to your wet, puffy clit and rubbed it quickly. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your thighs shook around his hips where his sweats were pushed down. “Fucking cum for me, please,” he ordered, before footsteps where heard outside the door and a loud banging. Horrible timing, because you felt yourself squeeze Elliot’s dick so fucking tight, felt a hot slickness coat him while your heart raced and soft lips were open in a silent moan. You came so fucking hard and Elliot was stunned.
He wanted to reply to Jules’ obnoxious, drunken banging but his hand splayed on the wall instead as he buried his head in your neck, biting down on the apex of your shoulder as he came.
“Two seconds. I- I spilled on my shirt,” you yelled out hastily, breathless and ragged.
“Sure. Just don’t get anything gross on my counter please!” She laughed. “I won’t tell though, I promise”
She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.
Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.
“God I’m sick of hiding this,” he muttered from your neck. You pulled his head up by his curls to look at him. When you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, he pushed his hips flush with yours again, his coarse hair grinding against your oversensitive clit. Your words stuttered over each other into incoherent moaning.
“Fuck I wanna walk back out holding your hand. Please?” He asked softly, breaths still quick and ragged. You felt your heart clench at his request and nodded wordlessly.
“Okay.” You smiled, gasping gently when he pulled out of you. You were about to jump from the counter when you heard the soft of Elliot’s knees hitting the floor.
“So fucking pretty,” he said, voice low and hoarse as his thumb swiped through your wet, slick folds. Your stomach clenched at his words and touch, and he leaned forward to take your clit into his mouth. He sucked carefully while looking up into your eyes, hands on your thighs. You moaned shamelessly this time, not able to look into his intense gaze as your eyes averted to the ceiling.
He gave you a few appreciative kitten licks before getting up and handing you some toilet paper to wiper yourself down. When you had thoroughly cleaned the sink, per Jules’ request, you walked out of the bathroom with Elliot’s warm hand in yours.
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jastard · 22 days
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Yeah so we're doing flesh yaoi again
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strawb3rryscorpio · 6 months
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Saw your recent post saw a Dominic fike tag maybe dating headcannons?
𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
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most romantic mf on the planet. i mean weekly date nights, flowers and gifts at random times. he insists he does all that because he wants to make up for the time he spends in the studio and you really can’t complain with 2k hanging from your neck
pet names!!!!! and from the both of you. you will almost never call each other by your actual name. also it’s literally anything from babe, baby, love, sweetheart, honey.
backtracking to date nights. if it’s something more casual, you will catch a movie and then go out for dinner or you’ll walk around town and window shop. if it’s something formal though, you’ll get dressed up and eat out at a fancy restaurant and then explore the area afterwards talking about anything and everything.
he would get you to listen to his new music before anyone else would. and in all honesty he only really considers and trusts your opinion on what he should release.
you would be his number one supporter no matter what project he was working on. you’d attend as many shows as possible and watch from backstage or even in front of barricade, sometimes. you’d also go to visit him on set if he was filming something, which he’d really enjoy.
while on the topic of music, he is definitely the master of writing tacky songs and then playing then on the guitar you both know it’s cringey but deep down you absolutely love it.
like he’ll notice you being down one day and he’ll tell you to give him five minutes, and before you know it, he’s back and singing some lyrics about how beautiful you are and how he hates when you’re down.
dumb arguments about dumb things are a give. whether it’s about a missing sweater or who has to do the dishes. no matter what though, he will be the first to apologize. (he’s for that princess treatment)
he’s also pretty jealous but it’s like he’s execute it in a toxic or harmful way. he knows his limits and he knows he trusts you but sometimes he cannot help but start imaginary beef with any man that makes conversation with you.
you’d be the IT couple at every event with your matching outfits every time!!! anytime you attend an event together the pictures end up blowing up on social media.
you’d be everyone’s favourite/comfort couple. every time you post some dumb tiktok with him, it’ll end up going viral with tons of likes and comments.
he’s very clingy and i stand by that. your doing laundry? he’s following you around. at an event? he’s trailing behind you. even to the bathroom. you’re running errands? he’s up and ready to go.
you’d assume the clinginess would get annoying at times, but you absolutely love it.
enjoying the most mundane activities together. like folding laundry, cooking, and doing your skincare.
he’s is 100% the type to say that a moment is cute out loud and ruin the moment. it makes you laugh out loud every time he does it.
you’ll be sitting out on the balcony smoking a joint and he’ll say something around the lines of, ‘this is like out of a movie’. you’ll laugh but you agree. ‘dom, when you say it out loud, it ruins it!’
while on the topic of smoking, you guys spend every saturday night out on the balcony smoking a joint or hitting a bong and just talking about random shit and giggling the entire time.
posting each other all the time. he’s always posting cute pictures of you on his story and feed and you’ll post cute pictures of you two together.
his family would absolutely adore you. you’d spend girls day with his little sister quite often. you and his mom would call each other often and talk about anything.
he’s really sensitive even though he might not seem like it. you always watch him closely at events or even during nights out with friends to see if anything is bothering him or if someone’s pissing him off. to you, he’s very easy to read and you know exactly what to do.
you are also so open with each other about every little thing. you’re the definitely the couple that tells each other the tiniest little details about your day. you’ll get texts from each other like ‘just ate an apple’, ‘i put chia seeds in my smoothie’. and just cute things like that.
bomb. ass. sex. do i even need to elaborate??? it’s just so good and keeps you both happy and the relationship super healthy.
super touchy too!! throughout the day he has to have a hand on your boob, thigh, over your shoulder, or on your hip. literally anywhere at all times.
being the ushy gushiest couple ever !!!
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h speaks🪽: i am obviously speaking from experience. i hope you enjoyed and be sure to request anything you’d like!!! appreciate anyone who reads my work it means a lot 💝
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yonsoncb · 2 months
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We all want Senshi’s food 🤤
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larryaiz · 1 year
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I lost my computer and I only got recover now, but I lost all my brushes
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fuerrziah · 2 months
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happy early Valentine's day to elliott and elliott only
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roxxie-spirt · 2 months
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Laurmeow doodles! I really love how these came out with an additional Elliot :3
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wobyos · 10 months
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there is your old man long hair! honestly im thinking to open comms of this type of pixeled icons portrait very soon, maybe.
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wonderarium · 3 months
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♪ country boy i love yooouuuu~ ♪
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nine-doodles · 4 months
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sweater acquired
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huhniebowl · 11 months
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A Dare’s a Dare
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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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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
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pairing: elliot x reader
words: 800 ish
warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers
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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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