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#elliot x reader
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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nor-4 · 3 months
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Dominic fike ultimate pussy eater.
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"Ohh baby.. I missed this." He moaned as his tongue flickers into your folds, slurping your juices with a mix of his saliva.
He curls his fingers who is knuckles deep into you as you gripped the blanket biting your lips too shy to even make out the sluttiest noise.
"Let it out pretty girl, i wanna hear your sweet noise." he said before moving his fingers to sonic knows faster than a vibrator, making you feel your own juices as he admires how your body twitches from the friction and pleasure.
If he can make you cum in his fingers what more on his dick.
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roseloon · 6 months
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If you still do elliot can u do a dating headcannons!
HEADCANNONS: DATING ELLIOT
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he’s a total sweetheart, and when he has his eyes set on someone, they don’t waver no matter what.
elliot would offer to pick you up and drop you off at school 24/7, and you don’t mind, you guys get to jam to music and hold hands as he drives to school.
he’s overprotective to the max. you’re his most prized possession.
“babe, watch your step,” “y/n, hold my hand” “don’t step there baby, cements wet”
he doesn’t let you open your own door, ever.
definitely loves to cuddle. fall days are his favorite because you can come over and drink hot cocoa while you guys watch a movie and cuddle.
he loves giving you kisses. loves kisses your lips, your cheeks, any skin on your face really. he’s a kissing fiend tbh.
most likely doesn’t know how to handle his jealous feelings.
elliot would probably be seething over a guy complimenting your makeup at a party, pout on his face and all as you walk back over to him with a small smile.
“Why were you talking to him?” He’d ask, to which you’d resist the urge to tease him. Elliot is 100% serious and upset.
“He just wanted to compliment my hair Elliot,” You try to tell him, but it falls on deaf ears. Elliot’s already dragging you out of the party and into his car for a little “talk”
The guy is a huuuuge pothead so whether you smoke or not, it’s something you have to deal with.
If you don’t smoke, he’ll practically try to convince you to every day, every second.
If you give in, he’ll blow some into your mouth to test the waters.
if you already smoke, be prepared to have some of the best high sex of your life. literally.
“How do you feel?” He asks, panting as his hips slow a little, allowing you to catch your breath. Your eyes water from the pleasure, and Elliot coos at your vulnerable state. His hands cup your breast, and he leans down to press soft kisses to each of the sensitive nubs. You’d just gotten finished smoking 5 blunts, and god, you were so fucking faded. Every sense you had felt like it had been multiplied by a million, you could feel literally everything. “I feel ..” He presses a kiss to your lips, interrupting you speaking with a sly smile. “Feel so good,” You whimper.
He’s not one for going out to restaurants, or fancy shmancy gifts.
Elliot would much rather buy you something sentimental and as for eating in, the boy could cook his ass off already.
Instead of fancy gifts, he gives you his clothes. Knowing that you’ll love the way his scent is wrapped up in them.
Insists that you sleep in his shirts and clothes whenever you sleep over. And as soon as you do, he immediately gets turned on from seeing how big his clothes are on you.
Overall, he’s an amazing boyfriend, and would cherish the actual hell out of you.
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“E-Elliot..” You stammer, heart thumping in your chest as your boyfriend’s hand comes down hard on your ass.
SLAP!
“Fuck!” You whimper, burying your head into his neck as he grips your hips, slamming you up and down on his cock.
Elliot groans in your ear as you squeeze around him, begging him to give you what you desperately wanted.
“So .. fucking soft, shit.” He pants out, hips grinding up against at yours. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head at the change of pace and Elliot smacks your ass again, harder this time.
You yelp, and feel your boyfriend’s hand wrap around your throat gently. Your eyes water again, and you bite you lip as your stomach starts to clench in preparation of a strong orgasm.
“Hurts,” You whimper, looking up at your boyfriend. His brown eyes soften at your words and he gives you a sweet kiss, moaning into your mouth.
“Y’ just so fuckin’ beautiful,” He slurs, gripping your ass as he continues thrusting up into your dripping cunt.
You squeeze him like your life depends on it as he fucks you like a man starved, your arms are squeezing him tightly as he fucks up into you like an animal.
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persephonesbody · 3 months
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the weekend: part i, elliot x reader
୨୧ the weekend masterlist synopsis: in which he's in a relationship but still has you wrapped around his finger... but only on the weekend warning(s): infidelity/cheating, angst, arguing, lying, implied makeup sex, delusion (reader is just like meeee lmao). author's note: you sayyy youuu got a girllll, how you want me? how you want me when you got a girlll?? let me know if you all would like a part two :) (edited as of 12.30.23) wc: 1.2k
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"What's on your mind?" He asked, pulling your head out of your thoughts.
You caught yourself doing that a lot lately. Taking the time to step back and do some hardcore reflecting. It was apparent that the person that you were becoming was beginning to cause conflict in your life.
When you started fooling around with Elliot, it hadn't occurred to you that what you two were doing was wrong. He'd done such a good job at convincing you that your loyalty didn't lie with his girlfriend.
I mean, you two hardly knew each other. All you knew was that he quickly grew fond of the girl two weeks after he transferred to East Highland. About a month after that, they were dating. 
But Elliot was a liar. And a good one.
You met him at a party and caught him right in the middle of a personal smoke sesh. He asked you if you wanted to take a hit, and you obliged. Next thing you knew he was tonguing you down in a dimly lit bathroom, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
At that point, you had no clue about his relationship. That night led to steamy rendevous, and soon enough it became frequent. Every weekend, he would hit you up at midnight and then pick you up. What happened after that was unspeakable. 
That lasted about a month before you finally found out about her.
You overheard her and Maddy talk about their relationship, and you were vexed, to say the very least. Swearing up and down, when you confront Elliot about his secret relationship, you won't let up and cut him off for good.
You swore but didn't hold yourself to the swear. The minute he began to rest his case, he confided in you about how bored he was with his relationship and how he did like her but felt like he wasn't taking their relationship as seriously as she was. 
He promised that he was going to break up with her soon.
A smart person would just call him a liar and leave him alone... right?
Wrong. You fell for his lies and now here you were. Saturday night, tangled in his sheets while he smoked a joint and played tunes off of his guitar. 
"You." You responded.
He glanced up from his guitar to look at you, "Me?"
You nodded, your eyes moving from his to the nail you were picking, "You and... her."
You heard a deep sigh escape his lips, "I told you that I'm breaking up with her."
"You tell me a lot of things, Elliot."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Your eyes rolled, staring at his face, "It means that you tell me things that I'm supposed to believe, but I don't. Not anymore."
He's stuck. He's confused. He didn't think that you would bring this conversation up, as it was an unspoken rule between the two of you not to argue over his relationship.
Mostly because he didn't want to account for fiddling with two girls' emotions, all while trying to have his cake and eating it too.
But you were fed up. You wanted Elliot to yourself, and it was eating you up inside knowing that you only were allowed access to him on the weekends.
"Why won't you just break up with her? You say that you're not happy and that you're dissatisfied with your relationship yet you still stay with her. Why?"
The questions were coming up like word vomit. It was as if once you started, you couldn't stop. All the emotions that you had bottled up inside were starting to fizzle out, and you figured that now was the time to address his betrayal.
You didn't even realize that he was now standing up, inching closer to you and your face with his hand. His demeanor was nurturing and confused. It made you wonder what was about to come out of his mouth.
“Y/N, I love you. You know that,” he started, “I just… can’t be with you right now. I like what we’re doing. It’s simple.”
What the fuck?
Simple. That statement alone was enough to make your heart drop. 
He caressed your cheek and then placed a soft kiss on it. Then he turns away and heads to the bathroom.
What the fuck?????
All you could utter was “Are you serious?” which you meant to say in your head, but it blurted out with such disgust lacing your tone.
He ignored you and a moment later you heard his pee hit the water in the toilet. You roll your eyes again and inch near the bathroom door, awaiting his departure. The sink runs, assuming that he is washing his hands and then the door opens. 
For the life of you, you could not read the expression on his face. You wondered what was going on in his head and why he was treating you this way. You wondered so much to the point where that was the question that you blurted out.
“Treating you like what? I thought I made it clear what this was.” He gestures between the both of you, “We fuck on weekends. I don’t understand why you expected anything else out of me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who proposed the idea of us fucking around. You’re the one who initiated this whole thing and promised me that you were going to break up with her. Don’t try to flip this shit on me.”
He plopped on the edge of his bed and you stood in front of him with your arms folded.
“I’m not flipping anything, sweetheart,” He smirked and chuckled, adding fuel to the fire, “I like it when you get all mad at me,” His hand reached for your hip and he pulled you into his lap, then placed soft kisses along your neck. 
You pushed your hands against his chest slightly, “Elliot stop. We’re having a conversation.”
He sighed, dropping his hands, “I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t continue this thing we have going on if we argue all the time. Now do you want to talk about my girlfriend or do what you came over to do…” his voice trailed off as his fingers went back to massaging your sides, then cupping your butt. 
He squeezed your cheek softly and stared at you with his low, red eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for you to respond, “Hmm? Do you still want to talk?”
Your lips parted, lingering for something to come out, yet nothing did. Instead, he leaned in and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply. 
This is how it went every time. You would ask him about her and he would avoid accountability by trapping you in his seductive web. It was like clockwork. And you always fell for it.
You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself anymore, because you knew that he was going to continue to lie. 
At this point, you were fully aware of what you were getting into with him, and you were starting not to care. And at this point, you were willing to put everything on the line if it meant you still got to have a little piece of him on the weekend.
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kanpaeki · 6 months
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acai bowl - dominic fike x reader
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gif belongs to @catrawrites, i believe! thank you. this was requested. 846 words, we're slowly gettin' up there. this was not proofread, my bad. just wanna get this out. love y'all <3333
warnings: slightly nsfw.
x
being with dominic from the beginning wasn't easy. there was always someone in your ear telling you that he was always going to end up back in jail and that he was no good; that moving on was the best option for you. but you were stubborn, you couldn't find it in yourself to give up on him. on your relationship. he'd done too much for you with what little he had at the time. visits as often as you could, putting money on the phone when you could, you stuck it out with him. for him. you couldn't imagine leaving him when he needed you most.
and those 'friends' that tried to tell you to leave him, boy were they embarrassed now. not that you bragged about it, but when he got you those prada shoes you'd been eyeing, you couldn't help but wear them any opportunity that people would see them. you couldn't help it. you were proud. he worked so hard. he was handed so many bad cards but he was determined to get a full house and he was successful. he promised you this, promised his family this, promised himself this. he deserved every good thing headed his way.
waking up with him was so sweet. the way the sun peeked through the shades, just enough to have sunbeams hitting his tan skin that you fawned over. tattooed beautifully with things that meant the most to him. his lanky self tangled with you, limbs absolutely everywhere. he took up all the space in the bed damn near, but you didn't care.
you'd spent the last night on a flight to florence, italy to be with him. things weren't good when he left and he spent most of his travelling trying to make things right, texting and calling whenever he had signal or wifi. it wasn't a big issue but you know he felt bad and was just trying to make sure you were okay. so when he offered to fly you out, you took the next few days off of work using your pto to go spend time with him. as soon as you touched down, he was there to hug you and take you all in as if he hadn't seen you in days. you'd worn his favorite sundress on you. it was comfortable enough for the plane so you figured why not.
"i packed two of your favorite wines. did you make any plans?" you had grinned up at the boy, who just nodded his head. his eyes were shimmering with happiness and he buried himself in you, wrapping his long arms around you. in your skin, he muttered a soft 'yeah,' to which you responded, "look at you thinking ahead."
just eight hours ago, he whisked you away to the rental car and drove through the streets of florence, holding your hand every moment he could. eventually, he decided to park and walked you through the stores and gift shops he wanted you to see, treating you to everything you didn't have the heart to ask for. but he knew you well, watching for your eyes to widen at a bag or a pair of shoes. you got matching italian charm bracelets and dined at the best pizzeria you think you've ever been to before you made it back to the villa he was staying in, your feet so sore.
you were tired last night but you knew the last bit of energy would be spent in the bed with dominic. he undressed quickly but he took his time with you, kissing the skin as he gently pulled you free from your sundress and undergarments. he treated you first, going down on you with very clear intentions. he apologized again and again as he made you writhe underneath him, making you forget you had ever fought with him before the trip. ending the night with him inside you was the best part of it all, no matter what he had bought you hours before. looking into those brown eyes while you both used each other, bodies as close as possible. even once you had both reached your highs, he stayed inside you and you fell asleep that way.
hair a mess on the pillow, you brushed your face free of the strands, blinking your eyes and looking over at dom, gently patting his arm to wake him up. he blinked and buried himself in you further, making you chuckle and manuever yourself so you were facing him. kissing his shoulder down to his collarbone, nipping at the tender skin with your teeth, he groaned at your touch.
"thank you," was all you muttered, hands running down his side, across his waist and resting on his back. he kissed into your neck, humming softly before his breath slowly evened out and you knew he was asleep again. he made sure you were taken care of, even when you didn't ask for it and you made sure he knew you appreciated it. he was yours, no which way about it.
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prettyboypistol · 1 year
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Stardew Valley Bachelors x Male Reader Relationship Headcanons
Harvey
Super Shy Gay(TM)
I dont CARE if you're married he ASKS TO HOLD YOUR HAND
Kiss him. Kiss him in public. Do it.
If you call him gay he'll get flustered
Can't cook for shit but tries his best. yes, the smoke alarms are going off because he tried to cook bacon.
Harvey is one of those anxious boyfriends that asks you to text him that you made it to a place safe.
"Drive safe, I love you"/"Dear it's been 10 minutes since the ETA are you alright?" hella ass
probably forgets your anniversary ONCE, but then never again when you tell him you were upset.
Elliot
you know the men that forget your anniversary? NOT ANYMORE
you randomly come home to roses all the time.
"Oh hello my love i am writing a book about homosexual pirates wear this to immerse me please"
probably hides gifts around the house with little notes
bad at confrontation but will eventually talk to you about things that bother him like a week of letting it fester.
"BABY CAN WE PLEASE GO TO THE RENAISSANCE FAIR"
Dramatic ass bitch on GOD
probably likes to be choked
Shane
Calls you gay slurs affectionately and expects the same energy back at him.
He can cook like, 2 meal.
Remembers every little anniversary but is embarrassed about it. He remembers the first time you kissed, the first time you said i love you, etc.
Biggest cuddlebug known to man
Feels bad that you're the main breadwinner so he begs to take care of the chickens on your farm.
You WILL find Shane asleep with a baby chick in his arms sometimes i'm sorry homie
Confrontational af, if something happens that he isn't okay with he'll bring it up as soon as situationally possible in a kind way.
Sam
writes you love songs
he's a bit of a messy partner, but if you mention the mess it'll be spotless for like, 3 weeks.
if you get in a fight he'll brood outside with his guitar for a little, but will always get into bed with you at the end of the day happily.
loves surprises and surprising
he's all great when it's casual flirting, but as soon as you two start seriously flirting he gets all flustered.
bi-curious, you're probably the first man he's dated but not the first man he's kissed.
loves to binge TV shows with you
Sebastian
pan ICON
he thinks you're too cool for him, but he is grateful that you enthusiastically love him
calls you a hillbilly if you call him emo
if you ask about a project he's working on he WILL talk for hours
Falls asleep at his desk a lot, but appreciates when you carry him to bed
he loves when you talk to him "while he's sleeping"
Lets you ride with him to TechCons or Comicons, loves going as couple characters
you get invited to the Dungeons and Dragons campaign
likes calling you his boyfriend
Alex
picks you up and does reps with you to flirt
he loves touching your body after a long day of farming, the tan fascinates him.
a surprisingly great cook, always knows what you wanna eat without asking.
has never even looked at a man before you came along, so he's kinda awkward about serious romantic things
bad at confrontation, but great at supporting you
he calls you very masculine things like "superman" or "my man" a lot
Defends Dusty when he steals your spot on the bed, but offers his chest as a substitute.
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urrockstar-xe · 2 months
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fuck valentine's day - elliot x gn!reader
posted feb 10th, 2024 10:10 pm
here's another belated valentine's blurb but this one's superduper short and also one for a character i wouldn't typically write for! but i felt like this one was meant to be ooc elliot from euphoria so here you are :)
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not proofread!
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“I hate Valentine’s Day.” You murmured, the sound of Elliot’s chuckle filled your ears, smoke escaping his mouth and swirling throughout his bedroom. “Fuck Valentine’s Day,” Elliot agreed through his quiet laughter. 
A few minutes had passed since your agreement, The feeling of Elliot’s head landing on your thigh caught your attention as you looked down at him. “Why do we hate Valentine’s Day?” Elliot’s question was quiet and almost teasing as he sideways smirked up at you. He hummed when your hand found his bleached curls, lightly tugging. “Cause, it sucks,” you mumbled back.
He hummed again, closing his eyes. Elliot knew it wouldn’t take long for you to continue so-
“It’s just dumb, flowers and chocolate and done up couples with their tongues down each other’s throats-” “You like it when my tongue is down your throat” Elliot cut you off with a mumble before groaning at the way you pulled his hair in response. “It’s just more effort for one day when really these should be normal things, you know?” You continued your rant, sighing as you played with your boyfriend’s hair. 
“I’ll buy you flowers and chocolates,” Elliot muttered, eyes still closed causing him to miss the way you smiled at his words. You know he probably didn’t mean it, too stoned to remember later on. All of this was probably going in one ear and out the other. It still felt nice to hear though.
The next afternoon had rolled around, leaving you excited to go home, and honestly? Go back to sleep. But now, you were met with a flat tire, causing you to get home a few minutes late.
Of course, you dread over this the entire way home, only forgetting about it when you make eye contact with a vase holding a mismatched bouquet, and the little heart-shaped box of plastic sitting in front of your door. You smiled softly, trying not to get too excited yet, you ditched your bike in the driveway and moved towards the nice gifts. Picking up the little note, you noticed that in scribbled handwriting wrote, 
“fuck Valentine’s Day - E”  
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hailucy · 5 months
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A Silent Home | d.f
pairing: dominic fike x reader
summary: You come home to a quiet house.
warning: half a suggestive line(he gets cut off midway)
words: 336
taglist: none this time but comment if you want to be added to any future ones and pleaseeee send some requests!!!
a/n: heyyyy here's this little thing i wrote in my boredom. the summary is quite short but thats just cus its a short thing so i didnt want to give a way too much but tadaaaa here you go.
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"Dominic! I'm home!"
Silence meets your shouts as you enter you and Dominic's shared home. He had not told you he was going anywhere, so you assumed he would still be in the house. You had looked down at the row of shoes next to the front door and none were missing however that still did not mean he had not left.
"Dom? Baby..." You say loudly as you walk to the living room and look around at the empty yet cosy living room. Decor hung from the ceilings while awards and photos covered the wall. Pictures of you and Dom during his tour, pictures of you with his family, and pictures of kisses shared between you two. A small smile covered your face as you took out your phone to text Dom while walking around the back of the couch to sit down.
Just as soon as you were about to sit, a small yelp came from underneath you causing you to scream and back away. A startled Dominic, who had been slouching on the soft couch and now was sitting upright, had taken off his headphones and looked up at you in shock.
"When did you come back?" he exclaimed.
"Um right now, did you not hear me?" you asked a little flabbergasted since you had previously been shouting his name.
"No... I was listening to some music..."
He then just burst into laughter which had you a little confused, seeing as you had just had the scare of your life. His butterfly causing laugh turned into a little smirk as you questioned what he was laughing at.
"You nearly sat on me," he stated.
"Hahahah. Hilarious," you say sarcastically as you make you way to sit down.
"You could've just asked"
"What?"
"If you could sit on my fa-"
A pillow hit him straight in the face which sent him careening into the pillows behind him. Muffle laughter erupted from behind the pillow putting a smile on your face as you joined him.
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passionmotionz · 2 months
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BABY DADDY-DOMINIC FIKE
First insta au (I GOT TIRED)ENJOY!😋
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Ynexposedslackz did anyone else see this😭
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Diortreex @yourinstagram BESTIE WTF
Styles.eves I’m wondering who the baby daddy is😝
Drasticz Gurl that child is gonna be a cutie that I know
Lambyioi Serving MIFL FR😍
Grillznugs The gene’s are gonna go crazy bestie
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Yourusername it’s been a crazy few months but am glad I could finally share this news with you guys!
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dorisxchi CONGRATS to my favorite baddie😍
Runthebeat Babymama Era 😝
Tuskemane Baby daddy reveal when mama?
Cuskandrump Gurl I miss the vlogs😭
Slackmeat ZENDAYA?!
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Ynexposedslackz GUYS THE BABY DADDY’S IS IN THE NEW VLOG!
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Slickbunz That lowkey sound like my mann 😔
Uggsmama @dominicfike this you sir🤨
Zenscenes The way he made her laugh so many times
Kiwihigh I approve of him whoever he is😍
Alibrowes @iuich Sounds like the dude from euphoria
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higherthnego's @yourinstagram THIS TRUE BESTIE!
zendaya Finnaly out of the bag!
dorisxchi Godmama title here i come😍
yourusername Luv you Babydaddy💕
Uggsmama I SAID IT!!!!!
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Yourinstagram Ladies and gentlemen my baby daddy❤️
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xobirdie Bestie that’s a fine ass man’s 😮‍💨
spapapi That baby finna be a cutie pie
zendaya Congratulations babes tell dom I said hi!
dominicfike Love getting posted by my baby momma
Alibrowes CUT THE CAMERAS 😍
THANK FOR READING HOPE YOU ENJOYED<3
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axolotlwrites · 3 months
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"Writer's Block"
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SubElliot x M!Reader
Yeah, so this one took a while. Sorry to keep y'all waiting, but good things come to those who blah blah blah. It's food to be back, and I'm proud to deliver some smut.
My next piece is undecided as of now, but I'll get back to yall soon about it. Have fun.
CW: anal sex, anal penetration, unprotected sex, anal creampie, mentions of clinical visits and implied injuries, mentions of violence, and being obscenely cheesy
To tell the truth, you hadn’t read any of  Elliot’s prior, shorter works before you had actually become friends with him. It’s not that you weren’t an avid reader, nor that you weren’t particularly interested. His work was just one of those things that fell into your blindspot during the hazy, depressing Joja days. There wasn’t much time for reading when there was a “weekly” quota to meet, and you were expected to fulfill that quota in a couple of days. 
But, after moving to the farm, you suddenly had a large chunk of time on your hands. Turns out, farming is just a lot of sitting around and waiting, if you don't count the occasional bouts of fishing and cutting dangerous  monsters to ribbons (or, alternatively, getting cut to ribbons and having to stop by the clinic and get lectured by Harvey and Maru. You were fairly sure you could kill some of those stone golems with how thick your case file was after a couple years in the valley.)
However, after getting to know the man past a quick introduction on your first foray into the beach, you’d taken a gander at some of his work. Various stories in various genres; mysteries, sci-fis, a small fantasy novel that hadn’t been entirely finished… he was a storied author, but he hadn’t actually published anything yet. The genre that had stuck out to you the most, however, had been his romance novels. The man’s tendency for flowery prose and language fit well in such stories of love, heartache, and occasionally lust. 
The latter, however, wasn’t always Elliot’s strong suit in writing. Elliot was a romantic man, and physical intimacy was always a part of that, but writing actual sex scenes seemed to be a weak spot for him. He could write smut well, there was no doubt, but as his lover you always noticed how… flustered he would become. While writing his newest novel, coincidentally about a “handsome and rugged” farmer boy and an aspiring writer, he’d cooped himself up in his room several times this week, but the start of autumn had creeped up on you. You’d been too busy to notice the way his face turned red whenever he looked out of the window of his study, watching you plant new crops and tend to the animals. Too busy to notice how whenever he greeted you after your farm work, his touch lingered on your arm as you planned out the next day’s work in your head. Too busy to notice his disheveled hair and clothes whenever you knocked on his study’s door to bring him dinner.
And quite frankly? It was driving him fucking crazy. Elliot was up the fucking wall with desire, filling pages and pages full of the most illicit smut he could think of. He spent hours pouring over those pages for typos and grammatical errors, but every time he looked at the pages he thought of you. Elliot thought of your hands around his neck, your hands in his hair, forcing him to take you deeper and deeper, his back arched as you pumped deep into him from behind… but the fantasies wouldn’t cut it anymore. He needed to feel your skin on his, needed your hands around his hips and your lips lingering for more than a chaste peck. He needed to feel you whisper, sweet and breathy, into his ear as your hand stroked him to completion. He wanted everything, everything right now… but he had a semblance of restraint. He would at least ask politely before he begged you to tear him apart.
Finally, a week into the season, he got his chance. Rain had finally come, the auto-feeders were filled, and you were free. Elliot had been draped over you in his sleep, his hand across your chest as you slept on your back. He gazed upon your sleeping face, letting the pitter patter of the rain on the window soothe his mind, as it ever wandered. Eventually, the allure of the crook of your neck was too much to bear, diving in softly to feel your warmth on his lips. He had to stop himself from grinding against you as he took deep, long breaths of your scent in.
You awoke to his hand caressing your cheek, his breath heavy and warm on your neck. You moved slowly, wrapping your arms around him to pull the rest of him flush against you. If you were any more conscious, you would have felt his length pressing against your leg. You turned your head to look at him, the smile on your face coming naturally. Your voice was soft, glazed with the sleepiness that marks the recently awakened. “Good morning, Elliot.” His hair was disheveled, tangled, and thrown about, but through it all you could still see his handsome face. Framed by the soft early morning sunlight seeping through the window, you didn’t care to stop yourself from staring.
It was quiet, despite the one-sided tension. You were relaxed, gazing into your lover's eyes, but his mind was going utterly feral. You’re always amazing to him, always, but in this light? At this moment? No words could describe his utter attraction towards you. You were nothing less than the most gorgeous being on the planet, and he knew it for a fact. Said beauty stunted his response, forgetting to remove his head from your shoulder to speak. It was muffled, but you got the gist of it; something like “Good morning, my darling.” As he fell back into your neck, his hand snaked its way into yours, as warm and soft as it’d always been.
However, your body had other ideas. It had been in that bed for eight long hours, and it needed to stretch. As you did so, tensing and relaxing and spreading your body out to work out the stiffness of sleep, you felt it. You could feel it, hard against your thigh now, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe it to be anything other than Elliot’s penis. You were about to just chock it up to morning wood, until you felt his breath quicken against your shoulder, his hand grip yours tighter, and a barely stifled moan breach his lips.
Sensitive… he was always so sensitive when he was pent up. The oddities of the week started to piece together inside your head, clicking together ever so simply. You were stiff, for a moment, painfully so… similarly, his cock was STILL pressed against you as you debated and questioned in your head what to do. A conclusion came quickly, however, and with that you turned to him and brought a hand to his face. You chased his lips with a passionate fervor, wasting no time with words that you thought would just get in the way. He breaks the kiss quickly however, proving you wrong as he straddles you.
“I need you, my love. Badly.” It’s short, breathy, lacking his usual smoothness and charisma. These are words tinged with just as much lust and desire as love and passion. “I need you to fuck me, darling. I’ve needed it all week.” His hips move feverishly against yours,  a look of strained arousal on his face as he rubs himself against you. Your hands move to them, slowing his movements as you take control of the situation. He groans in protest, but you pay him no mind. After all, he’ll be feeling much better once you get those pants off of him.
Pulling off his sweatpants while he relentlessly grinds himself into you is no small task, but it’s easy compared to keeping yourself from ripping the fabric of your boxers. Truth is, this whole scenario almost had you as riled up as him, straining against your underwear while he raised his hips so you could pull his off. His shaft and balls rested heavy on your stomach, painfully hard and red, throbbing as it felt the warmth of your skin. Elliot looked down at you, his breathing heavy as he tried his best to contain himself. You were little better, your hands resting on him, one on his hips and the other on his thigh. Slowly, you slipped your hand between the both of you and pulled your cock through it’s fabric sheath, gazing into his eyes as you stroked it slowly.
“How do you want me, Elliot?” Your hand stroked his thigh, grounding him in the moment as you spoke. As he answers, he rubs his knuckles over your stomach, the other resting on his leg. “Like this, my dear. I want to look at you. I want to look into your eyes.” It's shaky, but it's said with a grin and a comforting tone. You sit up slightly, your cock resting against his ass as you look at him. He nods, and the fun starts.
You line yourself up to his hole and begin to ease yourself in, wary of how tight he is. Elliot braces himself on your shoulders as you push inside, a long groan escaping his mouth as you stop about halfway inside. You clash your lips with his as you fully push inside, muffling each other’s moans. You hold him close, lazily thrusting into his ass as you bask in his body. You keep looking up into his eyes as he looks down into yours, composure lost as he moans quietly into the air. Your hands roam his body as he shivers in your grasp, one hand resting lightly on his ass, the other gliding up his back, slowly coming to the back of his head.
Your hand rests in his hair, pulling him closer so that you could line kisses along his jaw. Elliot whined into your ear as you pumped into him, reaching the deepest parts of his body as he ground his hips into yours. He was so pretty like this. No wonder you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling his hair, giving you the perfect angle to lay kisses on his neck. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking down onto you harder when you bit his neck. You couldn’t help yourself, instincts taking over as you left your mark on his body. As you ruined him, inside and out, he moaned and cried out in pleasure, your hand still pulling his hair to get better angles to lay kisses and bites.
Elliot wasn’t going to last very long. Right then, all of his most lustful desires were being fulfilled, and he couldn’t be more satisfied. The love of his life was balls deep inside of him with no intention of pulling out, and he couldn’t be more in love. His cock was rubbing against your stomach, and he couldn’t feel closer to the edge. “My love… I’m… not going to…” If your hand hadn’t been in his hair, he would’ve collapsed into your shoulder, crying out as he peaked. He tumbled over the edge of orgasm with a loud, drawn out moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock. As you stroked him to completion, he whimpered and melted under your touch, cum splattering across your stomach in a vulgar display of love.
You, however, weren’t done. You were getting closer, every thrust becoming a monumental hurdle. He was no longer grinding against you, as exhausted as he was, so you were fucking up into him at your best pace. As you inched closer, you hesitated, whispering into his ear. “Can I… finish-” He interrupted quickly, exhaustion fading under a burst of excitement. “Inside, my dear, inside of me. I want your cum inside of me…” Your response was swift, firmly clashing lips together as you held his hips and thrusted up into him as fast as you could. You brought yourself to your climax quickly, holding him down on you as you filled his hole with a nice, thick creampie. 
You crumpled back onto the bed, Elliot falling with you as exhaustion took its toll. You were sticky, tired, and covered in cum. You were also in a state of absolute bliss, holding your lover tight in your arms as the both of you recovered. He held you just the same, whispering praises and affirmations into your ear as he tried to regain strength in his legs. It was his suggestion that the both of you get in the bath, one that you quickly agreed to. Slowly, (with slightly unsteady legs on Elliot’s part) a warm bath had been set and soaped up, bubbles overflowing onto the bathroom floor.
You laid there, in that warm bath, Elliot resting against your chest as the rest of your muscles relaxed. Holding his waist, you let your face fall into his hair. It wasn’t wet yet, but just as soft as it had always been. You held the love of your life in his arms, a smile running across your face as you thought of the next time he might have such a lustful case of writer’s block.
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itsoutrageouss · 1 year
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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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Elliot tag list: (comment if u wanna be added)
@apricxtt @jazzmin-foster @haleyvoegele @heyhowareyousstuff @maddyscherryrollingpapers @karinababyyyy @daybabyyyyy @s11141 @4lyssasworld @funkypigeondotcom1 @xzaviaaaa @fezcosweed @shayleezoecur @rafelover2405 @sailoormooonnn @quinnayen @ellyskey @symmmm @loveilovetoo @chanelvalentina @renjiminaj @cupcakebrisblog @gbcslut @ffokucf @fishfungus @fanboychumchum4life @yjunrecords @dumb-bitch-that-ships21 @empirerecords
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kausstar · 10 months
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let's read and get so high we can't recognize the real world around us !
❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 (in order) ★ slashers. stranger things. the peaky blinders. criminal minds. euphoria. the punisher ˎˊ˗
smut, angst and fluff included.
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˚₊⊹ 20/20 VISION ✧ ethan landry. ── @echnated !
[ sfw ] okokok! reader x lalala! ethan.
loved the concept, writing and the fic.
˚₊⊹ CLASSMATE CHARLIE WALKER ✧ charlie walker. ── @lithiumfae !
[ sfw - bit of spice ] obsession.
the obsession with her voice is literally everything to me because my voice is rather… man like.
˚₊⊹ DAMN, BOY! SLOW DOWN! ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @vampiremillk !
[ nsfw ] chubby black reader. breeding kink. overstimulation.
i just love pussydrunk! thomas :))
˚₊⊹ SOUTHERN STYLE CREAMPIE ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @/vampiremillk !
[ nsfw ] female chubby reader. breeding kink.
mwahhhh. the whole thing at my legs shaking.
˚₊⊹ NO.1 AUNTIE ✧ steve harrington. ── @erin-bo-berin !
[ sfw ] single mom! reader. steve x single mom! reader. robin x single mom! reader (platonic).
i can literally imagine robin being the funniest auntie alive and i love this.
˚₊⊹ DEVILISHLY HANDSOME MAN ✧ thomas shelby. ── @toomanyfandomsallatonce !
[ sfw ] lots of flirting. kinda dirty flirting. eating.
the flirting throughout had me kicking my feet in the air.
˚₊⊹ EAT YOU OUT- I MEAN ✧ spencer reid. ── @ddejavvu !
[ sfw - bit of spice ] spencer being a complete reck.
the post should say it for its self. just beautiful.
˚₊⊹ HOT WIFE ✧ spencer reid. ── @radiant-reid !
[ sfw ] hot wife! reader x spencer reid.
them sliding it under the table is EVERYTHING that i never knew i needed.
˚₊⊹ MESS OF MINE ✧ aaron hotchner. ── @hotchgirlsummer !
[ sfw ] female! bimbo! reader.
the cutest of this fic makes me wanna just die. i am in love with him. i believe it was written by gods.
˚₊⊹ DO YOU LIKE HER ✧ elliot. ── @eunoiathewriter !
[ sfw ] talks of smoking weed and drugs (duh, it’s euphoria).
i just loved it. thank you for writing this.
˚₊⊹ SHOW ME LOVE ✧ frank castle. ── @captainmarvels !
[ sfw - angst-ish ] insecurities.
so fluffy and adorable i would blush if i could…
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TO WRITERS ! thank you for being here and for your wonderful writing. your writing is not only people of color friendly but also beautiful, and really appreciated by everyone. i hope you have a beautiful day, because you deserve it. <33
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roseloon · 2 years
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EUPHORIA BOY HEADCANNONS:
when they’re drunk and handsy with you :)
a/n: first time writing hc’s… i think it’s pretty good. hope you guys like it <3
FEZCO:
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will literally be all over u
it’s super gradual, and gets more intense the more he drinks.
it’ll start from little innocent touches
brushing his legs against yours, nudging you with his shoulder etc.
BUT the more he drinks and smokes, the more he can’t control his desire for you.
once his last straw snaps, like i said, he’ll be all over you.
pulling into kisses that get more heated, whispering dirty things in your ear, squeezing your hips a bit roughly.
and before he even finished the last of his drink he’s pushing you into the nearest bathroom and fucking you like a starved man.
“F-Fez! Please go a l-little bit slower!” You cry out, toes curling as he lifts your leg up roughly, dick fucking pounding into your cunt.
He just gives you a grunt before going faster. Tears roll down your cheeks as your stomach clenches with need.
He pushes you further against the door as his hips drive up angrily into yours. In this position, you’re wet, tight and so fucking good for him.
“Shut the fuck up Y/N. You been rilin’ me up all night. With that fucking-fucking dress!” The man feels his dick throb as he drive it into you harder.
“Fez!” You whimper, clenching around him.
He knows what it means instantly.
“M’ coming!” You scream, freezing up as your climax hits you like a truck.
You clench around his dick like a vice grip, making Fez fuck you even harder to ride out your orgasm.
“There you baby-fuck, fuckin creamin’ my cock so good. Fuck.” Your boyfriend heaves as he cums, a strong grip on you hips as he fucks into you one last time.
NATE:
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drunk nate would be very very handsy with you.
but, he would wee bit more rough than he usually is.
its not his fault really, he just can’t be as gentle as he usually is when he’s drunk.
after his third shot of tequila he’s grabbing your ass hard as he buries his face into your neck.
the loud music of the house party vibrates throughout his entire body, and he feels so good.
and you’re right by his side, giving into his kisses and letting him grip the fat of your exposed thighs.
he’s in heaven.
anybody trying to bother him while he’s with you will absolutely get dealt with.
he’s possessive, so much more fucking possessive with you.
he’ll shower you with affection and compliment to make sure your attention-all your attention is on him.
“y’ beautiful, pretty girl.” he murmurs into your ear. watching as you squirm on his lap.
if you guys are somewhere secluded, he’ll sneak and grab your boobs, hard.
he grips them and it hurts, but combined with the blunt you and the beer you had, the pain is pleasant.
will take you home if he reaches his limit, or maybe even fuck you in his car if he can’t wait that long.
“Fuck! You’re fucking gorgeous baby, fuck!” He groans, eyes set on where his cock disappears inside of you.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you work yourself on him. He’s so big, so thick and is gripping every inch of skin he can get his hands on.
You know you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care.
Nate’s hand comes down hard on your ass, making you cry out and bury your face into his neck.
“You better pay damn good attention when I’m in you Y/N.” He heaves, slamming you down hard on his cock.
The movements are hard, rough and harsh. But you love it, the pain is enlightening. With every thrust, and every swat on your ass you are pulled even closer to your orgasm.
“F-Fuck!” You cry out when his hand comes to on your ass particularly hard this time.
“Can feel your fucking pussy clenching on me Y/N.” He says in your ear, bringing your hips down harder on his dick.
He feels the slick leaking down his legs and bites down on your shoulder to muffle his high pitched moans.
You let out a strained moan as you come, squirting hard on your boyfriends dick.
“Holy shit!” He exclaims in awe.
MCKAY:
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i feel like mckay just kisses you a lot
he also compliments you, way more than nate
will pull you in for kisses bc he just loves them so much more when he’s drunk and high
your lips are so sweet, so good.
he can’t fucking help himself.
he touches your waist and hips a lot, rubbing his fingers against them very softly
the gesture is more romantic than it is handsy, but you know the difference as soon as you look in his eyes
he loves eye contact, especially if you’re nervous or insecure about that kind of thing.
making you squirm is his goal, he loves it. it makes him feel good.
will be a gentleman and take you to his house after the party
“Mckay, d-deeper.” You whimper, squeezing your boyfriends hands as he moans above you.
You feel the clench of his thighs, and know this is exactly what he need to hear.
“I can take it. I wanna take it ..” You tell him, maintaining eyes contact for a full minute before looking away.
It’s not really easy to do when you’re boyfriend is inside of you, and on top of you. It’s actually very hard.
“Look at me baby,” His voice is soft as he rolls his hips, hands squeezing your bare hips.
You lift your eyes up to his and he presses a soft kiss to your lips. It sweet and sensual, like all the affection your boyfriend gives you.
“You’re so beautiful. I love you,” His eyes are full of love and adoration, heart swelling as you stare right back at him.
Mckay pushes the rest of his cock into you, loving the way you whine out as spread your legs, ready to accommodate him.
Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your orgasm approaching. Mckay smiles at you reaction, digging your nails into his palms.
“Thought you could take it baby.” He teases with a smile.
You clench your abdomen as hard as you can, feeling his hips roll slowly again.
“I-I can!” You moan out.
ETHAN:
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will be stuck to you, he doesn’t have very good experience with girlfriends so being close to you at all times is very important to him.
he will get you a drink, maybe even give you a peck on the cheek
but after two beers, he’s holding your waist and fucking begging you to let him take you to the bathroom
sub boi!
if you do decide to take him to the bathroom with you, he will be ripping those panties off in a millisecond
going down on you like he never had you before
gets pussydrunk so fucking easily
two minutes in, and he’s pulling his cock out, rutting into nothing but air as he grips your thighs and smushes his lips on your pussy.
eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy when you squirt on him cus it’s his fav feeling in the world
will not stop until you remove him just bc he gets so into it
once you do he’ll apologize … and then beg to eat your pussy again
Your back arches as Ethan sucks on your clit, letting it go with a small pop!
“Fuck Ethan .. fuck!” You sigh, head falling against the nearby wall as he ravaged your pussy, he’s been at it for ten minutes and you’ve come a total of four times.
He stares up at you as he devours your pussy, doe eyes all glazed over. He loves everything about you,
loves your moans.
loves your thighs.
loves your warm skin.
and he especially loves your gushing pussy.
“E-Ethan! I want you to come too!” You whimper as he pushes a finger through your wet folds. His finger prod into your cunt as you squirm as another finger rubs your clit.
“M’ coming, m’ coming, m’ coming!” You scream, hips bucking up as you squirt all over your boyfriends face.
Ethan doesn’t pull away, instead he presses his face deeper into your pussy, pushed his fingers deeper into your cunt as you shake from the overstimulation.
“Ethan please,” You whimper, trying to push his head away.
He doesn’t let you, and instead spread your thighs wide as he licks up every drop of your cum.
You cover your mouth as small whimpers spill from it, tears welling in your eyes as another orgasm builds in your abdomen.
ELLIOT:
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okay, y’all already know that at a party, this dude .. he turns up
but if you are anywhere near him, he’s on you.
his hands are on your hips, his fingers squeeze your waist, and he kisses your neck every now and then
definitely loves to whisper things in your ear to get you riled up
it’ll go from “you’re driving me crazy,” to things like, “i want to fuck you already”
touches your arm a lot to tease you.
sometimes, if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll press his hard dick right onto your ass as a sign that he’s feeling horny and wants you right then and there.
will not care at all about his surroundings. if you are in his line of sight, and he can reach out and touch you … that’s exactly what he’s gonna do
suuuper clingy
whines a lot
will steal a kiss from you every so often, but after two blunts and a shot of vodka, he’s too fucking gone to care about everyone else
grabbing your hips and making out with you
gets super nasty with it, tongue n all
takes you to his house to smoke another blunt before he fucks you nice and slow
“M’ not goin any faster baby. Y’ just gonna have to take it nice and slow.” He speaks into your ear.
He’s drawing it out.
He knows you won’t be able to hang on for very long, and he relishes in that.
“Fuck.” You moan, eyes closing as his fingers draw circles on your clit. He sucks on your neck, creating a small bruise on the bare of your skin.
“So good!” You cry out, feeling his hands on your legs now, pushing them up as high as allowed before pistoning his hips.
You scream at the sudden change of pace, digging your fingers into his back as he fucks you mercilessly.
It’s a wonder how he even can muster this much energy to fuck you like this.
“Y’ gonna come soon Y/N?” He asks, cock pounding against your cervix now as you cry out with each thrust.
You’re a mess under him. And it doesn’t help that you’re just as fucking high as he was.
But that made it so much better.
“Yes! I’m coming!” You shriek, creaming all over his dick.
Your legs spasm as he fucks you slower, eyes clenching shut tightly as he cums, hard.
“Fuck.. fucking ..” His words are weak, strained even and you smile as you watch your boyfriend catch his breath.
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house of balloons, elliot x reader
synopsis: at a frat party, you fall right into elliot's mysterious and enticing web, and both of you share two desires: sex, and drugs—a recipe for disaster. warning(s): smut (minors dni!!!), college!au, frat boy!elliot, canon ages (over 18), mentions of drug use (c*caine), sexual acts, intoxication, masturbation (fem receiving), praise kink author's note: i think this is one of my favorite imagines... and if the smut sucks i'm sorry x. it's my first time writing it, give me a break. not proofread. wc: 1.6k
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Partying was the only way you knew how to take your mind off of the series of woeful ordeals that seemed to always happen to you. Your other remedies? Drugs and sex. To be frank, you couldn’t have one without the other. 
When Maddy extended her invitation to tag along with her and her friends to a frat party, you couldn’t help but enthusiastically accept. You partied with them before and enjoyed yourself, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to join them once again. 
Now here you were, occupying a spot on the wall, sipping your drink and scoping the scene. The house was packed with intoxicated college students in their twenty-somethings, dancing the night away knowing that the following morning they have classes to attend. 
That was the beauty of university. The fact that if you needed to let loose, you could garner the right connections and ditch your sorrows for the night then bury them. 
Maddy and Cassie were singing their hearts to the song blasting on the speakers on top of the table, catching everyone’s attention. The crowd surrounding them was singing along. Until the DJ abruptly switched the song. It was then you realized quickly what you didn’t like about frat parties, you loathed the music they played. 
The song was so bad that you quickly pushed yourself off the wall and tried to find the nearest empty bedroom. Clutching your cup, you squeeze you past the living room and snuck into the foyer. A DO NOT ENTER sign was plastered on the glass door that separated the rooms, bolded and in red ink. 
Ignoring the sign and quickly glancing around you, you slowly opened the door, and tip-toed through and into the foyer. It was much quieter now that you moved away from the speakers. Your curiosity peaked once you noticed the spiral stairwell, so you walked near the steps and went up to explore the rest of the house. 
There were so many rooms in one hallway, you couldn’t pick, but you settled on the third to the right. You didn’t hear any noise when you pressed your ear against the door, and you assumed it’d be safe to go in.
It was a typical college boy’s bedroom, nothing really out of the ordinary. Cartoon posters, and basketball jerseys on plaques hanging above the king-size bed. The desk was piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper, as well as other miscellaneous office supplies. And although the desk was messy, the floor of the room was surprisingly clean, almost as if the owner regularly cleaned it.
A clean frat boy is, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.
You became so entranced with examining this random person’s bedroom that you hardly noticed the toilet in the connecting bathroom flush. You jump as a figure emerges from the bathroom, and you are met with his slightly startled brown eyes and dirty-blonde outgrown hair.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked
“Who the fuck are you?” you quickly rebuttal. You realized it was a stupid question to ask, considering that he may or may not be the owner of this room and you invaded it, but you were drunk and high off of two whole blunts. Everything from when you finished your last cup to now was hazy, but not enough to lead you completely incoherent.
“You’re in my room, you’re not even supposed to go past the sign on the door.”
“I’m aware,” you reply, trekking towards his bed and plopping on the edge, “The music sucked so I wanted to get away.”
“You could've gone outside,” he furrowed his brows at you while you ran your hands on the bed.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t…” your voice trailed off as your gaze diverted from the little doodles you were drawing on his blanket and up at his. It didn’t take long for you to notice how dilated his pupils were.
You shot up off the bed and walked closer to him, “You happen to know anybody that can hook me up?”
His eyes stayed on yours as you approached them, and his face went from confused to perplexed at the drop of a hat. A slight smirk ticked at the corner of your lip and you knew you had hit the jackpot.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking off to the side with a small grin.
You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh come on, you can’t fool me. I know a plug when I see one.”
His eyes widened shockingly and chuckled at your comment, “Wow, now I’m being profiled by the random girl who snuck into my room asking for drugs?”
“Wow, now I’m being judged by the boy pretending not to be a drug dealer?” you playfully shot back at him, with a tilt in your head and crossing your arms.
Another laugh escaped both his and your lips and you spun on your feet and went back to glancing around the room, “Your room is nice… typical… but nice. And your blanket is fun to draw on.”
“Thanks, random girl who snuck into my room.” you could hear his shoes tapping against the wood floor as he followed you, supposedly making sure you didn’t find what you were looking for.
But apparently, this man could read minds, because when you turned back around he was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile on his face and waving a baggy of white powder in the air, “Is this what you’re looking for.”
You narrowed your brows at him and hummed, “Perhaps… perhaps it is.”
He inched closer to you, a little too close, and toyed with the baggie near your face, “You’re cute.” Was all he said after running the bag across your lips and then walking back toward the bathroom.
“Just cute? Not hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” you trailed off.
“Hot? Nobody says that anymore.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “I do,” You looked around for the bathroom and went inside, watching as he swiftly snorted a line off of the counter, “That was hot.”
He skimmed up at you with a smirk, “Want some?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” you said, entering the bathroom, not breaking the contact that you made with his eyes. They were seductive. Enticing, even. Just the mere glance was enough to send you over the edge. But you kept your composure, breaking the contact when you peeked down at the line that he cut just for you.
A smile etched your face as you plugged your right nostril with your freshly manicured nails, leaned lower toward the countertop, and snorted the contents through your other nostril.
The rush hit your body almost instantly, sending eclectic waves up and down your spine. The feeling was entirely too euphoric to explain, but you knew that you had snorted quality cocaine.
You turned around and glanced at yourself in the mirror, disregarding him leaning in the doorway, just watching you, “You’re creeping me out, boy with no name.”
“Elliot.” He muttered, still watching you. 
You spun around and leaned against the counter, “Thanks for the coke, Elliot.”
The room fell silent, all that could be heard was the slight thumping against the floor from the loud music playing downstairs. You were enjoying this quiet, yet awkward sexual tension that filled the air. 
It was confusing because the silence normally wouldn't weird you out enough to leave, but for some reason, this silence was reeling you in a different direction. A direction that made your body hot and steamy, waiting for him to touch you with his ring-stacked fingers.
That was put to a halt when your vision started drifting elsewhere and you felt his body moving closer to yours, “I guess we’re skipping the formalities,” you mumbled as he cupped your behind and placed you on top of the counter.
His lips softly connected with the flesh on your neck, “I guess so.” He placed kisses along your jawline and then met your lips. You threw your arms on his shoulders and allowed his hands to roam free along the lower half of your body.
He kissed you with so much passion, that you would've thought you were the love of his life and not a random girl in search of drugs like he had said before.
His hand abruptly latched on the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it down, but his lips never met yours. You noticed that he was a really good kisser. Good enough to make you mewl when he nibbled on your bottom lip.
His fingers danced along your sides, then between your thighs. He took his thumb and began rubbing on your bud through your panties, causing your breathing to hitch. You leaned your body back against the mirror and watched as he began picking up the pace.
He continued to rub circles on your clit and lifted his free hand to your chin, “Look at me, okay?”
You responded with a nod and a pleasurable moan. You tried to keep your eyes on his but as he continued to go faster and faster, you could feel your legs start to quiver.
“Damn, your moans are cute too,” He said with a smile on his face, “And the face you make when you’re about to cum.”
You felt it coming. You knew it was coming. The closer it was the more your head started to loll backwards. 
“I’m about to–”
“I know, baby,” he cut you off and sped up the circular motions his fingers were making on your sensitive bud, “You can cum. Go ahead, be a good girl, and cum for me.”
And just like that, you became undone against his ringed fingers and breathing heavily. Elliot licked his fingers clean and then pulled you off the counter and engulfed you in a tongue-filled kiss.
“I don’t even know your name,” he said when you broke the kiss.
“You don’t have to.”
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Can you do where dominic and the reader have an argument and give each other silent treatment even though they really wanna talk to each other but they’re being petty
i changed it a little bit but i hope this is close enough to what you wanted, i got writer's block like 3 times trying to write this lmao
x
“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry? i couldn’t fucking be there, i don’t know what else to say.”  dominic’s fed up by now, clearly done with the conversation if the flushed face and disgruntled expression is anything to show for.
“are you not getting this? that’s not the problem! but you should’ve talked to me!” and just like him, you're beyond frustrated. he's usually more communicative with you but you had an event that you really wanted him to go with you to and he straight up stood you up, no call, no text, no nothing. and you were furious. he didn't want to talk about it, claiming he was just was busy and with friends and lost track of time but you weren't having it. he needed to understand that he couldn't do that.
"i'm not doing this anymore." he abruptly stands up from his chair at the kitchen table and heads towards the doorway to what you assume is his makeshift home studio.
"where are you going?!" you shout, eyebrows furrowed in anger, "you're not doing what anymore?!"
no answer. he's retreating to the studio.
"dominic david fike."
he pauses.
but then he continues. and he's out of your sight within the next second. you hear the door slam.
you groan, running your hands through your hair. you don't think you've ever fought this bad. he was usually better at letting you know where he was or if he was going to be late, you don't understand why he all of a sudden stopped. it didn't make sense. something was weird. but at this rate, you were never going to find out why. you just wanted to talk to him, you don't even understand how it became a screaming match. sighing, you shake your head. maybe some time would be best for you both.
so you continue the day as normal, given there is quite a heavy and dark rain cloud looming over your head for the remainder of the evening, but you try your best. you get your work done, which was a nice distraction but the second you were done, your mind went back to dominic. so you tried to make dinner. you weren't the best cook but he seemed to enjoy it, especially when you make that one dish he really likes. he might even view it as a peace offering.
“dom? babe?” you call out, “dinner’s ready!” you plate the food at the stove, carrying them to the table. you wait for the telltale sound of a door opening and feet slapping the floor. it never comes.
“dom?” your heart starts to deflate. so maybe this issue was bigger than you thought. you stand there beside the table, watching the steam rise from the two plates. trying not to panic, you wring your hands together. maybe he’s just got his headphones on.
you think about texting him for a minute but you decide just to go knock on the door. if he's got headphones on, he probably won't hear his phone anyway. so up the stairs you go, putting your tail between your legs and knocking on the door. "dommy, dinner's ready. if you want to eat." pressing your lips together, you wait for the door to open.
nothing.
yeah, maybe this was worse than you thought. you give it another knock but still, no answer. resting your forehead on the cool wood, you exhale. usually after an argument, some time apart was all he needed. but it seems like this was going to take a little bit more than you anticipated.
"well, i'll be downstairs if you want to talk about it. i'll put your plate in the fridge." with that, you head back downstairs, thoughts racing through your mind. reaching the table, you just sit there. you don't even feel like eating anymore. you just pick at your food with the fork, frustrated more than anything. you know your feelings were valid, if anything, you should be the one giving him the silent treatment. you were willing to put everything behind you. why wasn't he? god, boys are so infuriating.
you stand up and just decide to wrap your plates and put them in the fridge. you didn't have it in you to eat right now and you're sure he'll be down to eat the second you leave the kitchen and shut yourself in the bedroom. and that you do. without even changing into pajamas, you just slide into the sheets in the darkness, left alone with your thoughts. you hated this silence. usually he was singing, showing you what he made, watching a movie with you, you guys even liked to online shop together. you loved his sense of style. you missed his nose. his cute button nose. you don't even realize you're crying until the feeling of something warm and wet on your nose bothers you enough to wipe it away.
you're half asleep when you hear padding around in the kitchen, socks shuffling on the floor and the sounds of the fridge opening. there's a sigh and muttering. more scuffling. and then it gets closer. you pretend to be asleep right as the door opens.
he seems to pause at the door but then there's a weight shift at the end of the bed as he sits on it. you carefully blink your eyes open, looking at him as he sits by your feet. his elbows rest on his knees and his hands are in his hair. you want to speak up, he looks frustrated but you don't know if you trust your voice after having cried yourself to sleep.
he takes a deep breath before he sits up, "i'm sorry." is all he says before he looks at you with an expression you've never really seen before. "i was trippin', i shouldn't shut down like that. i could've moved things around, i could've been there. i know how important it was to you and i'm sorry. it won't happen again."
you take a deep breath before sitting up, facing him. "i'm sorry i lost my temper. i know your schedule gets unpredictable. but you're right, it meant a lot to me." he nods and leans forward, resting his head on your chest. you run your hands through his messy curls.
"i love you." he murmurs into your chest, kissing you through your shirt. "will you eat with me please?" he looks up at you with shiny eyes and you just nod, smoothing the stray hair away from his cheeks.
he stands up first and you grab his hand as he outstretches it, taking his lead as he heads back to the kitchen. rarely did you ever eat without each other. maybe that's why you lost your appetite before. but sitting at the table with him now, smiling as you eat your dinner's together, all feels right again.
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