#Elliot fan fiction

[itsoutrageouss]

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

be quiet for me - elliot

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 0,8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.

Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.

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

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

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

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

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

[huhniebowl]

A Dare’s a Dare

Elliot x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elliot. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s just a kiss. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Light me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you spread yourself for me?” 

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

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

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

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

“Hold still.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bethanydelleman]

One thing I've been contemplating and I think is a big difficulty for a modernization of Persuasion, is how do you trap Anne? Because the way that women in the gentry were basically trapped at home until they married is very hard to translate to today. The narrator explicitly points out that Anne doesn't recover from Wentworth because she's so isolated and has no ability to meet new people. Modern Anne can get out of dodge; Modern Anne can get a job and an education.

A solution that occurred to me was to give Anne a grandparent with Alzheimer's who needs nearly 24/7 care. Sir Walter, with the spending priorities that he has, thinks it's proper for Anne to care for them even though they could afford a nurse. Anne is so worried that there will be gaps in care if she leaves that she commits to staying. Perhaps this grandparent dies around Wentworth's return and Anne is free but is anticipating trouble rejoining the workforce after so many years away so she's still living at home.

It would certainly fit with the way Anne has been doing unvalued labour for her family this whole time.

[angels444ever]

Making out headcannons dominic fike?

Making out hc’s

Dominic fike

Warnings: light nsfw that’s pretty much it

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

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

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

•once things get heated his hands AND mouth are everywhere

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

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

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

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

•it’s very intimate and sweet

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

[s7nburn]

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

Sing about that next time?

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

Dominic fike x singer!reader

Warnings: smut, pussy eating, slight daddy kink.

Not my gif ^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tag list: @lilthbunny @taintandviolent @itsznanabanana

[ethelcained]

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 dominic fike & fem!oc

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Vienna Hadid possessed a multitude of talents, excelling in singing, composing music, and the art of concealing her emotions, especially those she harbored for her bandmate and longtime friend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : swearing, alcohol and drug consumption

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 : yeah girl give us nothing! this is seriously so bad, please just understand that i haven’t written a fic in over four years 😭😭 this is for @fawnchives and her post that made me want to write a dom fic. please request things and give me ideas, i beg you

Walking through the narrow hallway, Vienna felt her nerves escalating. An early morning call from her manager summoned her to an abrupt meeting, leaving her with little information. Hastily donning her white top adorned with patched black stars and dark baggy jeans, she noted her roommate and bandmate Yves still in bed, amplifying her unease as she realized it was likely a solo meeting.

"Mornin'," Vienna mumbled upon entering the conference room, guided by her manager's receptionist, Julia. The room fell silent as she took her seat, greeted warmly by Molly, her manager's assistant. As she surveyed the unfamiliar faces occupying the usually familiar space, Dave, her manager, initiated the proceedings, handing out folders and expressing gratitude for their prompt attendance.

Attempting to decipher the folder's contents, Vienna was interrupted by Dave's address. He introduced John, a man in a suit whose significance she couldn't place, as the creative director for an upcoming A24 movie. John explained their proposal: they wanted Vienna to compose a soft, perhaps even a love song for the movie.

The room held its breath, awaiting her response. "Wait—what? So, I'm not in trouble?" Vienna stuttered, the weight of the revelation settling in. Laughter erupted as Molly reassured her, dispelling her apprehension with a wave of relief.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

The sound of keys jiggling reverberated throughout the apartment. "My baby," Yves exclaimed with excitement as she rushed toward the front door, catching sight of a smiling Vienna. She held onto Vienna's face and peppered kisses all over her cheeks and forehead, both girls giggling as they made their way to the living room.

There, they found Chris sprawled out on the couch, Kevin seated on one of their large bean bag chairs, scrolling through the various options of cartoon series with a remote, and finally Dominic, occupying the other side of the couch with a guitar in hand, doing what Vienna recognized as tuning his instrument.

"What the fuck, bro?" Chris groaned as he repositioned his legs to make room for Yves, who pushed both of the boys' legs out of her way before jumping down on the couch, laughing at the thump it made. Dominic murmured a small "come here" as he tossed his guitar to the side, leaving space for Vienna to sit next to him, smiling as she eagerly did.

"Dave told us you had a meeting with him and the crew, how was it, Vie?" Kevin asked, turning his attention towards his friends after settling on watching the regular show.

"They asked me to make a song for an A24 movie," Vienna announced, smiling at her friends' surprised faces.

"That's cool, man. Are they giving you full creative freedom?" Dominic asked, staring at his friend as she settled into a comfortable position on the couch.

"Kinda? They want the song to be slower, but I can produce it with whoever, which is cool," Vienna replied. The band nodded in acknowledgment; Chris sat up as he started to light up his pre-rolled joint.

"You gonna write a love song about me?" He joked, exhaling the smoke he had previously inhaled.

"In your dreams, slut," Vienna exclaimed, chucking a pillow towards the drummer.

Chris Sturniolo earned a reputation as a "man whore," reveling in the excitement of flings without any desire for commitment. Despite his promiscuous nature, his charm never deterred women. Their paths intersected at a high school party where Chris, donning his most seductive smile, approached Vienna. Despite her initial rejection, she invited him to join her in a game of beer pong, igniting a friendship that would endure.

"Don’t stress about it too hard; you’re able to write a song by looking at a fucking rock!" Dominic told his friend, sensing her nerves and placing his hand over her fidgeting ones. The girl relaxed at his words and the feeling of his thumb caressing her palm, looking to the TV once she felt heat on her now rosy face.

"Sabrina’s asking if we wanted to go to this bonfire-type party Saturday," Kevin spoke, diverting the group’s attention from the TV to the singer.

"I’m down; Brina always has the finest girls at her parties," Yves answered, directing her focus towards an enthusiastic Chris, who enthusiastically dapped her up in agreement.

"Yeah, man, it’s fine with me," Dom replied once he noticed Kevin’s awaiting eyes, taking the joint from Yves and inhaling its contents.

Vienna couldn’t help but stare as Dominic blew out the smoke, the way his eyes were dilated and lidded. He always seemed at peace when intoxicated, his lips almost forming into a faint smile. The girl was brought out of her trance when she felt her friends' expectant eyes.

"Uh, yeah, it’s fine by me," she muttered, hoping that none of her bandmates noticed her previous actions towards her friend.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

“You think Enya’s going to be at the bonfire?” Yves wondered as she fixed her eyeliner, looking behind her to Vienna rummaging through her closet.

“Who? The girl you made out with after our New York show?” She questioned while holding up two different dress options, awaiting her friend's response.

“That one, and no, the girl I met at Brent’s party last month,” her friend exasperated as she pointed at the short black lacy dress, turning back around to add the final touches of her eyeshadow as Vienna removed her articles of clothing to put the dress on.

“My bad, it’s been hard to keep up lately,” the girl let out a breathy giggle after pushing her head through the dress and settling down on the bed to put on a pair of burgundy kitten heels.

“You’re making me sound like such a whore, Vie,” her friend whined as she placed herself beside the girl, adding lipgloss over Vienna’s lip liner.

Fixing the girl's small smudge of lipgloss with her finger, Vienna grabbed ahold of her friend's hand and kissed it softly as she laughed at Yves’ dramatic endeavour.

“I think she’d be a fool to forget about a cutie like you,” the girl booped her nose as she stood up, grabbing her purse and filling it with what she thought was necessary for the night. Yves, on the other hand, was texting the boys to let them know that they’re almost ready.

Setting her phone down, she looked around her friend's bed, spotting the girl's notebook. Flipping through the pages, knowing that all of Vienna’s songs were usually written on these very pages.

“Have you come up with a song yet?” Yves asked, looking at her friend's defeated face.

“Nothing that’s good enough.” And it was true, Vienna had spent the last five days restlessly scribbling away at the pages of her notebook. Not finding inspiration was a foreign concept to her, and she hated that feeling more than anything, contemplating if she’s even deserving of such an opportunity if she can’t even come up with a melody for a song, let alone lyrics.

“Maybe you just need to recklessly make out with someone tonight, that usually helps with my writer's block,” her friend smiled as she guided the both of them out of Vienna’s room and towards their front door.

Since their elementary school days, their bond remained unbreakable. Yves served as the catalyst, introducing Vienna to the facets that now defined her, from the instruments she played to the music she cherished. While Vienna didn't inherently possess shyness, she perpetually grappled with dismantling her emotional barriers. Vulnerability unsettled her, viewing loss of control as her Achilles' heel. Yves, conversely, epitomized fearlessness, embracing her authentic self without reservation. Perhaps stemming from societal shame directed at her sexuality, she concealed her true identity for years. However, upon proudly declaring her lesbian identity, Yves refrained from fortifying any walls.

“There they are, finally,” Chris dramatically groaned once the girls exited the elevator and approached the three boys in the lobby of their apartment. Vienna rolled her eyes at the boys' lack of patience as they walked to Kevin’s car.

“Acting like you don’t take hours fixing that mop of yours,” Yves mumbled as she got on her tiptoes to pull at the boy’s hair, to which he turned back to give her a glare.

“You look so good,” Dominic told the girl as he grabbed her hand so Vienna could do a spin and show the boy the full outfit. “You’re an idiot,” she giggled as she let go of his hand and got in the backseat of her friend's SUV, making sure to hide her blush in the dark lighting of the vehicle.

“Let’s fucking go,” Kevin shouted excitedly once everyone settled in the car, Chris making sure to connect his phone to the Bluetooth. Shuffling his playlist after typing in the address of the party, the group screamed the lyrics of Childish Gambino’s "Bonfire" as Kevin backed out of the parking lot.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

“You made it!” Sabrina screeched once she spotted her favorite group of people, drunkenly hugging her friends one by one. “Course we did, we’d never miss a Brina party,” Kevin laughed at his friend's look of surprise.

“Well, everyone’s at the bar mostly, but we have the whole beach to ourselves so feel free to do whatever,” the blonde explained as she guided the group to the open bar.

“Is Enya here?” Yves made sure to ask Sabrina as quietly as she could, her friend nodding and leading her to the girl in excitement.

“Well, guess I’m gonna go get myself a drink,” Chris said as he noticed the pretty girl sitting by the bar, causing his friends to laugh knowing that his motive was not getting a drink but flirting with the girl instead.

Vienna sighed as her group parted ways, walking to the bar to grab herself a drink. Looking at the infinite amount of alcohol sprawled out on the counter and settling on a rum and coke concoction and sitting on a beach chair that was located in the far end of the bonfire.

The loud music blaring through the speakers was all that Vienna could focus on. Taking sips as she observed the scenery in front of her, there were people everywhere. Some near the ocean discussing among themselves, others were near the bonfire dancing rhythmically to the music. She spotted Kevin playing beer pong with a few people, laughing loudly when Omar missed his shot, causing him to sulk.

Vienna discovered a profound sense of solace in Kevin's presence, experiencing a deep understanding whenever they were together. Their connection dated back to their shared 8th-grade music class, where they frequently collaborated, crafting their own melodies. While Kevin proposed the idea of forming a band, Vienna initially considered it absurd but eventually acquiesced, recognizing the potential in his vision.

The girl looked up when she heard a screech, seeing Dominic carry a girl over his shoulder as she begged for him to put her down through fits of laughter. Vienna couldn’t help but bite her lip and feel her chest tighten. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, but she felt a bit agitated at the scene in front of her. Her gaze narrowed as she watched Dominic's playful antics, a mix of jealousy and annoyance bubbling within her. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unsettling emotions, but the sight of him with another girl stirred something unfamiliar in her heart. Determined to regain her composure, she turned away, hoping to find distraction elsewhere. Walking towards her friend Bea and sitting beside her.

“You want some?” the girl asked through a mouthful of s’mores, offering her friend the bag of marshmallows, which Vienna gratefully accepted

“How long are you staying in L.A this time?” Vienna questioned the girl, rummaging through the bag of marshmallows and grabbing a stick to roast them.

“I have no clue, I only came here for ‘Chella but I’m enjoying the Cali weather way too much,” the British girl continued to talk about her recent California stay as Vienna held the stick to the fire for her marshmallow. Though she felt distracted when she saw Dom’s figure sitting on the sand and conversing with the same girl, she had seen him with earlier behind Bea.

“Uh, Vie, your marshmallow’s burning,” Bea snapped Vienna back into reality upon hearing her friend's words. Vienna blew out the now burnt marshmallow, muttering a few curses in between each blow.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just get with Dom already,” Bea asked her friend after noticing the boy sliding his hand through his curly hair as he enthusiastically spoke to the girl in front of him.

“What? No, no way,” Vienna answered shocked at the girl's implication. “We’re just friends, Bea, you know this.”

Bea rolled her eyes, finding Vienna ridiculous when she’d dealt with the two’s secret longing glances anytime they were around each other. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” she said, giving Vienna another marshmallow that she hopefully wouldn’t burn once more. Vienna chuckled nervously, feeling Bea's piercing gaze.

"Come on, Bea, you're reading too much into it. Dom and I are just friends," she insisted, trying to brush off the tension in her voice. But deep down, she couldn't deny the truth in Bea's words. There had always been an underlying tension between her and Dominic, something unspoken yet palpable whenever they were together. She sighed inwardly, realizing she couldn't continue denying her feelings forever.

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Vienna couldn't shake the lingering thought of Dominic from her mind, wondering if maybe Bea was onto something after all.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

The night continued with more drinks and glances between the curly-headed boy and the girl.

"Why're you sitting so far from everyone?" Vienna felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up to find the very same person her mind had been preoccupied with all night. "Not really feeling it tonight," the girl mumbled as she felt the boy's strong gaze. "You okay?" he softly asked, looking at her like she was a porcelain doll about to shatter at any moment. "Yeah, just got a lot up here," the girl explained, pressing her index finger to her temple, indicating that she'd been in her head tonight.

Dominic hummed as he took hold of her hand and tugged at it, signaling that he wanted her to stand up. "Where are we going?" the girl whined as he kept guiding her further from the party, stopping in front of the ocean. The girl looked around confused as to why he dragged her so far from the party where the only lighting were the twinkling lights at the bar, now far away from them.

"Come on," the boy urged as he started to remove his shirt, keeping nothing but his boxers on.

"The fuck are you doing, weirdo?" the girl nervously wondered as he stepped closer to her. "Waiting for you to get undressed?" he replied, inching closer and closer as the girl took a step back

When he noticed her nervous expression, he let out a laugh, finally understanding the situation. "Oh, fuck, Vienna, I just wanna get in the ocean with you," he breathily explained, laughing at the girl's look of realization and relief. "I mean, we could..." he started, groaning when the girl pushed his chest and called him an idiot.

Vienna couldn't help but laugh at Dominic's playful antics, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders as she stripped down to her underwear and joined him in the water.

The cool ocean breeze brushed against her skin, washing away the worries of the night as they splashed and laughed together under the moonlight. For a moment, everything felt perfect, the weight of unspoken words lifted from her chest as they enjoyed each other's company in the peaceful embrace of the sea.

As they swam further into the depths, Vienna couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of connection with Dominic. She swam up to him, grabbing his face with both of her hands, tossing the hair that was covering his eyes to the side and caressing his apple tattoo underneath his eyelid with her thumb. Their heavy breathing and the crashing of the waves were all that the two could hear, feeling like they were the only people in this world. Dom couldn't help but melt at her touch, feeling her eyes on him as she kept caressing his cheekbone.

"You, uh, you had something on your eye,"

she mumbled after breaking out of her trance. She felt the boy smile as he replied with a small yet teasing "Oh yeah?" laughing as she splashed him with water.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

Vienna stepped onto the stage, the crowd's applause washing over her, feeling vulnerable in the spotlight without her bandmates by her side.

It had been months since that transformative night when inspiration struck. She poured her heart into writing a love song, pushing through exhaustion to fill the blank pages with raw emotion. Now, in the studio, surrounded by industry professionals, she played her creation, feeling a mix of pride and insecurity. Their awestruck stares reassured her, confirming that her song was exactly what they needed.

In the following weeks, Vienna found herself swept up in a whirlwind of meetings and promotions, barely able to keep pace. And now, standing on stage, preparing to perform her single 'Guilty as Sin?' for the first time at the movie's release party, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves mingled with excitement.

Breathing in the sweet melody of the song, Vienna locked eyes with the boy who inspired its creation.

Dominic had been a constant presence in her life since high school, always seeming just out of reach. Despite her feelings for him, she buried them deep, watching him interact with other girls with a pang of longing. But as she poured her heart out on stage, singing every word to him, all she could think about was how his lips might feel against hers.

As the final notes rang out, Vienna was brought back to reality, the crowd's cheers filling the air.

Returning to her green room, her mind was consumed by thoughts of Dominic. Suddenly, he appeared before her, praising her performance. In a moment of impulse, fuelled by adrenaline and desire, Vienna closed the distance between them, capturing his lips with hers.

The kiss started with passion, a release of pent-up emotions, but as reality set in, it became tender and uncertain.

Breaking away, Vienna feared Dominic's reaction, but instead, he cupped her face, wiping away her tears. “You don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.” He whispered lowly. His confession took her by surprise, leaving her speechless as he kissed her once more.

In that moment, Vienna realized that sometimes, the most unexpected beginnings lead to the most beautiful journeys. With Dominic's lips pressed against hers, she embraced the uncertainty of the future, ready to face it with an open heart and a smile.

[awarnin]

Should I Call?... | DOMINIC FIKE X FEM!READER

synopsis: you can't get over your ex...

warning: light sex (without penetration), you are with another man, angst, verbal discussion.

author's note: this is my first time writing a one shot, please be kind! constructive criticism is welcome.

wordcount: 4.5k

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He was a complete idiot, and that was all you could think about as you sat there, time slowly dragging on. You'd been stuck in meaningless conversation for two hours, listening to this man talk endlessly about his life, his job, and every now and then, field hockey. My God, what tedium.

You remembered the words of Dominic, who had fervently warned you not to try to change him into a generic white guy. "That won't go over well," he had said. But the fury with which you left him a few nights ago had clouded your judgment, making his words easily ignored.

"Enough. I can't take this anymore," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination. You shoved your things into your bag with a determined move. "I've tried everything with you. I've put up with too much bullshit from you, Dominic. No more."

He stood there, leaning against the door with a look of disdain that turned you on even more. "Are you seriously going to get like this? It's no big deal." His eyes rolled with indifference, a gesture that hurt you deeply.

"It's not a big deal!?!?" You exclaimed, throwing your purse onto the couch and feeling as if a spark had lit a fire inside you. "You know how much I dislike that bitch, and you don't care at all." You stepped closer, cornering him against the wall as your finger pointed at him, trembling and accusing.

"I didn't let anything happen," he protested, running his hands through his freshly cut hair with a gesture of exasperation.

"Agghh!" You turned away, desperately looking for a way to make him understand. "It's not that. It's not that," you repeated, emotion cracking your voice. "It's about listening to me, about appreciating what I feel," you said, pointing to your heart as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

You loved him, but being with him was impossible and exhausting, you would never win. The night ended with a resounding slam of the door as you walked away from his apartment, his words of warning about how much you would regret your decision echoing in your ears.

Now you were here, in an ill-fated attempt to find something to distract you. "Do you want to go to my place?" you offered with a smile that hid a sea of emotions. You needed a breather, a break from those thoughts that plagued you, to prove to yourself that Dominic was wrong and that you didn't need him.

Your companion agreed and you got into his car. The conversation flowed superficially, about his life and his vacation in Mexico, but really, you didn't care. He was just a distraction, a desperate attempt not to prove Dominic right.

You poured wine for two and sat next to him, trying to focus your thoughts on the present moment. You clinked glasses and for a brief moment, you smiled. However, your treacherous thoughts returned to Dominic, imagining it was you sitting next to him, imagining his legs brushing against yours, desiring his lips on yours....

You kissed him, trying to erase that thought, to expel it from your mind with that impulsive action. He seemed surprised, but did not resist. Now you were on top of this man, desperately taking off your clothes, longing to feel something, anything, that would anchor you to reality and allow you to forget. But it wasn't happening. Instead, you felt empty and longing. This wasn't right. This didn't feel right.

"Please leave," you said, abruptly withdrawing from him.

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"Please, this wasn't right. Go away," you repeated, covering your face with your hands, overwhelmed with shame and disappointment.

He gathered his things and left, leaving you there, half-naked and with a sadness that seemed to envelop everything. You were disappointed in yourself, and in the end, Dominic was right; you needed him more than you wanted to admit. You hated that.

You looked at your phone, leaning against the wall, undecided whether calling was the right choice. Maybe he already had someone else, maybe he didn't miss you, or maybe he had been waiting for your call all this time.

You made a decision and called. Each ringing tone increased your anxiety, as you nervously nibbled your fingernail. Finally, he answered.

"Hello?" he said in a sly tone you knew all too well, imagining the smirk that surely graced his face.

"Stop playing" you said, unable to keep a small chuckle from escaping your lips when he laughed. "Do you want to come?" you asked, your voice serious, but your heart pounding with hope.

"Do you want me to come?" he replied, his voice deeper, laden with a tinge of complicity.

"Yes, please," you admitted, letting vulnerability seep into your words.

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[chinguchirp]

Dominic fike x Reader ★・・・・・・★

𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 !𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. “𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚. “𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬?” 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙. “𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.

[xelmokidx]

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

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

ALSO

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

[iifishizzleii]

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

[itsoutrageouss]

PLSS WRITE MORE ELLIOT SMUT, UR THE ONLY WRITER I ACTUALLY LIKE, I DONT HAVE ANY IDEAS SO JUST HAVE FUN WITH IT

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a/n: This is actually so sweet , I’m very honoured omg. I’m here :))

warnings: smut, fingering, pussy drunk elliot

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PRETTY HALLWAY GIRL

You’ve seen him around school. His bleached blonde locks and his plump lips. His clothes.

You imagined showing up to school in one of his shirts, how it would smell like him. Then you felt like banging your head against your locker because what the fuck? You’ve never even spoken together. Well you’ve never had a conversation that is- you’ve made up excuses to talk to him throughout the year: had he seen a leather jacket around here? Had he done homework for history? And whatever other pathetic idea you came up with.

And here you were in P.E running track. Elliot never really participated, just hung around wearing anything but gym clothes and your teacher had already given up on him. You were out of breath, running and running partly to impress him and party because you feared your teacher a little bit. You run so hard you don’t even notice when you pull the excellent move of running right into him. He grunted and you let out a yelp as you both fell onto the ground, face land in right into the burnt sienna colour of the worn out track.

“What the fuck” Elliot mumbled, trying to get up from the ground. You rolled onto your back to give him access and you looked up at the sky, mortified.

“Fuck me im so sorry” you whispered holding your hands over your face as if that would make it better. He sat up clumsily on his elbows and wiped the dirt from his arms as he looked at you on the ground. At first he looked sort of annoyed, brows furrowed and lips parted as he searched your very hidden face. Then he chuckled, humming as an amused expression spread on his face.

It surprised you so much that you slowly moved your hands from your face to look at him in bewilderment. “I know you like me, but I didn’t know you’d actually fall for me doll” he teased with a cocked brow. Your eyes widen as you hurriedly sat up and winced from the dizzying feeling it gave you.

“I don’t like you!” you huffed, trying to straighten your spine to seem… chill. Casual; yeahhh it’s all good I don’t care.

He actually fucking laughed this time, wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand as he shrugged. “Cool. Well even though you don’t like me” *he said with a very unbelieving tone as he stood up from the ground and stretched out a hand* “you can help me get out of this class by pretending to be a little bit more hurt than that yeah? I have to take you to the school nurse or some shit” he said with a dismissive, careless hand. Your heart pounded as you took his hand and he lifted you to the ground.

“Sure. But I’m only doing this for my own uh, my own sake” you tried. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinised your face and your lips parted in a nervous breath as your eyes fluttered to look anywhere but him.

“Whatever- your lip is actually bleeding but you’re standing wayyy to straight to be believable” He said, enjoying how nervous you got, a small satisfied smile splaying on his lips as his big brown eyes looked you over.

“Right” You mumbled as you doubled over yourself to look more hurt.

“Way too much doll” he chuckled. You blushed. He put your arm over his neck and pretended to help you into the school again. You didn’t even hear his lame excuse to the teacher, too focused on the way your mouth went dry as he helped you limp away until you turned to a secluded corner outside the school where he let you go. You straightened and stiffened as you awkwardly waited for… well you didn’t really know.

Elliot took a step closer, making you bump into the wall behind you. “Relax im just fixin’ your face” he said, amused by your nervous demeanour as his thumb swipes over the slit of blood on your lower lip. You winced, looking intensely at how close his face way. His brown puppy eyes darted up to yours. “You know I can tell when you stare at me right?” He whispered.

Your breath hitched and your jaw ticked as you tried to come up with a good excuse. Anything, anything. You found him ugly. His hair was… ugly… no you had nothing but the truth.

“You’re just nice to look at I guess” you shrugged, but your voice betrayed the casual demeanour.

“Man you can’t say stuff like that” he rubbed his hand over his face as you spoke trying to hide his own flushed state. He might seem cool but Elliot wasn’t exactly used to pretty girls like you acting like he was some sort of popular high school jock. And he hadn’t expected you to admit to anything.

“Why not?” you asked softly, blinking up at him with genuine curiosity and he nearly combusted. Of course he’d noticed. He just didn’t know how to fucking act on it because you were so… soft and…

“Drives me fucking insane” he mumbled in a low voice as his eyes darted between yours. You were so genuinely bewildered and also felt so confident for once. His eyes briefly glanced at your lips.

“Is it still bleeding?” You asked in a shaky whisper, pressing into the wall as your hand basically clawed at the brick behind you. Your lip still throbbed.

His eyes narrowed as he shamefully looked back at your lip. “Yeah. Let me help. A favour for a favour or whatever” he grumbled as he leaned forward. You barely registered what was happening before his soft lips pressed to yours and his warm tongue slid over the wound to soothe it. You stiffened against the wall and he pulled back slightly, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

“I thought you wanted this, don’t go all weird on me now doll” he mumbled with an amused grin. It was enough to snap you out of it.

“Right- right” you whispered and leaned forward again to press your lips to his. His hands slid around your waist as he pressed you to the wall. Your head thumped against the brick. “Ow” you mumbled into his mouth and he blushed and smiled. “Fuck, sorry”

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter as his warm hand slid under your shirt and ran over the sweaty skin, tracing the line of your shorts. “Elliot” you whispered nervously and he pulled back slightly, a string of spit connecting your now kiss swollen lips as his big brown eyes looked you over with furrowed brows.

“Do you even know my name?” You huffed, fiddling with the hem of his big t-shirt. He arched a brow.

“Pretty hallway girl. Sits behind me in history. Sort of clumsy. Hauled me to the ground.” He recited amused and you stifled a laugh. That was good enough for you and you pulled him back into you. It was clumsy, messy and hurried and suddenly his warm hand slipped under your waistband. You gasped and looked down.

“Is this okay? Can I touch you? Jus’ really wanna touch you.” He asked breathlessly, almost pleading and you nodded hurriedly up at him, keeping eye contact as his hand went under your panties. His fingers were cold compared to how molten and wet you were and you gasped as your hips bucked slightly into his hand. His lips parted and his eyes soften as he felt you, running a finger up and down.

“How’d you get so wet?” He asked with a flush, genuinely breathless at the feeling. Your cheeks reddened profusely.

“I think it started when you looked at me like that for the first time a couple minutes ago” you whispered, aching for the way he suddenly noticed you, and not only saw you but looked like he wanted you.

One of his fingers slipped inside of you and you tightened around it over and over again. People could see you if they walked around this corner and it all felt a little filthy and you ground against his finger mindlessly. “Shit doll I should’ve done this sooner” he said with genuine fascination as he looked at where his hand dissapear Ed into your shorts and your hips bucked. He curled his finger slightly and it made you keen. He had obviously been with people but it felt like he was a damn virgin all over again right now and he couldn’t believe how responsive you were being.

“Can I put- can I put another one in?” He asked shamelessly, pupils blown as he looked at your needy face. “Yeah” you breathed out and whined as he stretched you with another finger, sliding them in and out. Your wetness deeper into your shorts and he stuttered out a breathy, incoherent sound as he saw it. “Shit you’re so tight how are you so…” he felt fucking pussydrunk just from this as your hips ground onto his two fingers.

You fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, and he stumbled into you. Your eyes pleaded up at him. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted and he looked almost mesmerised. It made you flutter all over and your clit throbbed at how you suddenly had his attention, all over you, almost feeling like you were the one in control now. “Please make me cum, Elliot” You choked out at how his fingers moved torturously slow just for his own pleasure of feeling you warm and wet around him. Your words started him out of it and he blinked rapidly.

“Right, yeah fuck.. wanna make you cum” he whispered and pressed into you as his thumb rapidly moved over your clit now, his fingers curling, moving in and out and he used everything he had to get you there. The way his thumb messily, *frantically* swiped over your clit from how desperate he was to make you cum was so endearing and you were obsessed. So obsessed with how flushed he was that you locked up around his fingers, seizing them as your gym shorts got positively ruined. My mouth opened as I arched off the wall. He saw and pressed his chest into yours immediately to feel you. He couldn’t even move his fingers with how tight you locked up around him and he accidentally ground his hips into you, pressing his weeping hardness into your hip.

“That’s it- that’s its doll” he whispered quickly, fascinated, horny as fuck. When you finally relaxed he pulled his fingers out of you slowly and your slick gleamed in the sunlight on his two fingers. He wanted to lick them but tried to contain himself as he wiped them in his shirt instead.

“That was-“ you breathed out but just as soon you heard a group of people around the corner, their shows crunching in the gravel. Elliot moved sickly and took his zip up hoodie from around his waist and wrapped it around yours to hide your soaked shorts. My head whipped up to his face at the small but kind gesture before he pressed a had into my back and I stumbled forward as we started walking to seem casual.

“So uhm” he wiped his nose, glancing at the unsuspecting students turning the corner. “Does the pretty hallway girl want to get out of here?” He asked, feigning casualty as he internally pleaded for you to come with him home so maybe you’d return the favor. He was positively obsessed after what just happened.

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[angels444ever]

Mirrors

Elliot x reader

Warnings: SMUT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“all of this for me"

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

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

"you look so pretty like this y/n”

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

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

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

"good girl" he spoke

Before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean

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

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

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

[bethanydelleman]

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

This question is awesome! It would change so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sqiggle]

Btw it would probably have some disturbing topics

I would put trigger warnings on it

[workwaffle]

Chapter 8 of the Doctor Who Murder Drones crossover is up and out! A little bit of action, a little bit of drama, and a little bit of angst. Do enjoy!

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