#elliot x you

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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

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.

#elliot #Elliot smut #elliot euphoria #dominic fike #elliot x reader #elliot x reader smut #elliot smut euphoria #elliot fan fiction #elliot x you #elliot imagine #elliot fanfic #euphoria #euphoria smut #euphoria fanfiction #Dominic fike smut #Dominic fike x reader #dominic fike imagines #dominic fike fan fiction

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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

"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.

#elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #euphoria imagines #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #black reader #elliot x black reader #euphoria #dominic fike smut #elliot smut #persephonesbody #the weekend | elliot x reader

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Mixed Signals

hi yall! i know i have a history of making fics then disappearing but i actually have plans into making this a series! i don’t know how long it’ll span but i’m thinking 3 or 4 chapters so stay tuned if u like the story! 🪷🤍 also srry the ending is rushed cause im tired and just want to finish this!

elliot x fem reader

lowercase on purpose

not proofread

2.3k words

synopsis; you and elliot were best friends, and despite being flirtatious, there was never really anything going on between you two.. right?

Chapter 1: History class

junior year was rough. the new schedule adjustments, not knowing anyone in this new school, and being smart enough to not completely fail but also not smart enough to effortlessly pass all weighed down on you. you could get by being alone, but it was never easy. that was up until you met elliot.

“elliot, we have to finish this history project.” you advised. of course, you didn’t actually mean we. you always ended up carrying the weight of the work whenever you worked with him. normally, doing all the work in a group project would drive you up the wall. but whenever you got around elliot, you felt as if his presence was enough. you never pushed for anything more from him.

he was also your first best-friend, and you were his. nothing could compare to the nights you spent on the phone with him, whether you were doing algebra homework, or trying to pick out a dress for your first party, he was always there.

elliot took a pull from the blunt you both were smoking and it became infinitely hard for you to not stare. “y/n,” elliot started as he exhaled the smoke, “we have more than 2 weeks to finish this. and all we really have to do is copy what we wrote in our notebooks onto the poster board! it can’t be that difficult angel”

there was that nickname again. he’s used it plenty of times before now, but its weight never faltered because it always made you weak in the knees.

“but still, i’d like to finish this now so we have time for ourselves later,” you sighed, and in an attempt to hide your flustered face, you began copying down your notes to your poster.

“time for ourselves? what do you have in mind?” elliot teased as a sly smile appeared on his face, taking another hit from the blunt.

he didn’t know if the weed was making him bolder, or if it was the way the light from his window perfectly dawned on your relaxed figure, but elliot began to admire your features.

you were so soft with him, never making him feel smaller than you. always taking his feelings into consideration and looking out for him. even now, where you seem uptight, elliot couldn’t help but admire.

he couldn’t pinpoint just exactly what about you in this moment was enticing him like never before, but regardless of what it was, he couldn’t stop staring. and unbeknownst to elliot, you sensed him eyeing you down.

“y’know if you keep looking at me like that, i won’t get any work done.” you giggled, looking up at him.

“well that would be just terrible” he mused as he got up from his seat on the floor and moved closer to you on the bed to pass you the joint. he then held the blunt up to your lips and as you inhaled, you looked up at him. his eyes were low, red, and they never seemed to leave yours. he was so close, you were able to feel the warmth radiating off his body, and somehow, you never felt more comfortable.

his cool fingertips had just barely grazed your lips but that single, electrifying touch left you longing for more of him, and it took every ounce of strength you had to not ask.

after what felt like a century (but was just 6 seconds), he removed the blunt from in between your lips and watched you inhale the smoke, then exhale slowly. everything you did was hypnotic to him, and he couldn’t get enough.

the next day, you sat with jules and rue in the cafeteria. elliot decided to eat off campus for lunch, and you were glad that you hadn’t seen him all day yet. if you were being honest, you had been avoiding him all day.

you weren’t mad or upset at him by any means, but you just didn’t know what to say to him. i mean, what could you say? your relationship was always flirty, so why has it just hit you now?

“can i tell you guys something?” you blurted to your friends sitting across from you.

as you asked, you started to mindlessly scroll through you and elliot’s messages. you had never thought your feelings towards elliot were anything other than platonic up until a few weeks ago, and yesterday had only confirmed that you wanted him more than you’d like to admit.

“yeah sure, wassup?” rue asked, munching on her sandwich

“would you ever see me and elliot as.. you know,” you hesitated, “a thing? like together?”

“wait.. you guys aren’t ‘a thing?’” mocked jules. “i could've sworn you guys we’re together!?”

rue laughed to herself as she began to speak, “yeah i mean, you guys are always flirting with each other? i just assumed you guys were dating ‘nd just didn’t say.”

“you think so?” you questioned, fiddling with your well-manicured nails. you never saw anything between elliot and you until recently so there is no way that everyone else saw what you were so blind to.. right?

“yes, y/n, oh my god! i can’t believe you guys aren’t already dating!” jules exclaimed while giggling with rue. “i never want to hang out with the two of you alone because i feel like a third wheel!”

you were utterly surprised by the words that were coming out of your best friend's mouths. there was no way other people could see you guys together. there was no way they truly thought that.

you made a face as if all the gears in your head were turning, and in all honesty, they were. they were working their hardest as you started thinking that if everyone sees you both as a couple, that would have to mean he shows some sort of romantic feelings for you, right? he has to have looked at you in some way or said something to make everyone think you guys went out, right?!

“wait so you think he likes me too?” you excitedly asked.

“if his goo-goo eyes everytime you walk in weren’t a dead giveaway to how he feels, you should know he speaks about you every second of the day..” jules confessed, “whenever he starts telling me pointless ass stories about things you’ve guys have done together, i honestly just zone out.”

“how haven’t you noticed any of this? it’s so stupidly obvious, it’s not even funny” rue mumbled with a mouth full of food.

“i don’t know?! i just never thought of him — or us like that!” you said, laughing exasperatedly.

“probably ‘cause she’s in love too!” jules teasingly exclaimed. you knew she was joking, but for as long as you’ve known him, all you ever wanted to do was spend all day with him. he always showered you with attention and quality time. and even if he didn’t, you’d still drop everything to be with him. there was never any words or actions that needed to be spoken or done between the two of you in order for you to feel appreciated and loved.

loved. you would never bat an eye if you used that word to describe your relationship with him before.

“you guys should just get together,” rue said, crashing your train of thought as she gathered her stuff for her next class, “you're both ‘best friends’ already so nothing would have to change, right?”

you didn’t respond.

on one hand, it seemed like there was absolutely nothing to lose. apparently, he’s given multiple signs that he likes you so why not? why couldn’t you shake the feeling that everything would change?

“y/n, you don't have to make a decision right now, but remember that elliot would never do anything to make whatever you guys have going on weird. he genuinely cares,” jules reaffirmed, standing up from the table.

“thanks jules, but i honestly don’t think i’m gonna ‘make a decision.’ i just want to let things work themselves out so i don’t have to” you said, getting you things and going to your history class.

walking into your class, you immediately sensed elliot was there, despite him being sat in the far back. you didn’t really know what to say after that night in his room, on top of the bombshell rue and jules had just dropped on you.

as you walked into the class, you tried to scan for an empty seat that wasn’t the seat next to him. normally, you’d sit there with no hesitation, but you hadn’t prepared yourself enough to have the conversation that so desperately needs to be held.

fuck. you thought as you saw there were no more empty seats, annoyance written on your face.

you made your way to the desk nexts his and tried your hardest to avoid any unnecessary eye contact.

skipping this class would’ve been easier than enduring 45 minutes next to someone you’re trying your hardest to steer clear of but some shit just can’t be helped.

as you sat down and the lesson began, everything seemed to be going well except for the watchful pair of eyes that followed your every move.

you felt them as you picked up your pencil to jot down notes, as you took a sip from your water bottle, to when you opened your phone. you felt your energy being snuffed by his piercing gaze.

“maybe if i just ignore him he’ll stop.” you hoped to yourself.

15 minutes had gone by and he has not stopped once. you couldn’t figure out if he was doing it on purpose to make you freak out or if he was just that nosey but you finally had enough.

“don’t stare, it’s rude.” you seethed silently, looking at him for the first time since class started

“oh you decided you want to talk to me now? to what do i owe the honor” elliot haphazardly taunted.

“damn he noticed i was ignoring him” you thought to yourself.

“only ‘cause you’ve been staring at me for the past like, 15 minutes?”

“only ‘cause you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“i haven’t been ignoring you?” lie 1.

“you haven’t?”

“no” lie 2.

“so why haven’t you said a word to me like, all day?”

“we just have nothing to speak about” lie 3.

“you sure? cause i heard something completely different from jules”

of course.

of course she was the reason you got caught in your lies. you internally laughed to yourself and left a mental note to never trust jules with anything even mildly important again.

but on the bright side, thank god he stopped interrogating you or else your conscience would’ve started eating you alive to feed all those lies you were spouting. i guess in an odd way, you’d be able to thank jules for saving your conscience. or maybe not.

“oh really?” you smirked “what did jules tell you then?” you couldn’t let your facade fall. you knew how to work your way out of shit, even if jules mucked up your oh-so-amazing plan.

“not much” elliot replied, “she just told me you had something to say to me”

you sighed to yourself. you could either keep playing this game of avoiding talking about your situation-ship, or come clean and possibly ruin what you both have.

you know that there’s a chance that he wants you back. but why ruin what you both have right now? it’s like when you’re doing your eyebrows and they’re absolutely perfect, but you keep plucking at them to make them even better, and before you know it, you end up over plucking and now have 2 uneven brows!

why ruin what’s already been so good to you? you’re both fine with what you were.

“well she was wrong,” you finally said. “do you have anything to say to me?” a tinge of hopefulness written in that question.

after a few seconds of silence, he replied,

“no.”

see, you knew you shouldn’t have pushed it. everything could’ve been gone in a matter of seconds.

“cool.” you uttered.

you picked up a blackberry from the bowl of fruit you were snacking on and ate it while retelling maddy and cassie everything that happened in history yesterday.

“cool?” maddy repeated “why the fuck would you say cool y/n?”

“yeah you’re giving him mixed signals” cassie chimed in.

“i honestly didn’t know what else to say like, i knew if i said anything more, i could ruin 3 years worth of friendship.”

“yeah but by not saying anything you could’ve ruined 3 years worth of friendship” sighed cassie “if one day you guys were hotboxing in his room getting close, and the next you’re giving him the cold shoulder, what’s he supposed to think?”

“it’s not like he wanted to speak about it though so why should i be the one that has to?” you asked, popping a mango cube in your mouth.

“so you want him to come to you?” maddy questioned, “i’m confused why you’re even stuck over him anyway. if you’re not dating why is your relationship this stressful? take advantage of you’re stress-free, single life girl!”

“maybe you’re right about that, i mean, if we’re not together why am i even overthinking this?” you giggled, sitting up from your bed.

“no yeah, don’t stress over shit like this. if you want him to make the first move and he doesn’t, just stay friends and find someone else” maddy suggested.

just as maddy said that, a notification popped up on your phone.

elliot 🤍; do u want to come over tmr?

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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[writing-with-emy]

Could you do Elliot (euphoria) relationship hc’s where reader is a drug addict and bulimic only if you’re comfortable Ofc if you’re not then that’s fine hope you have a lovely day/night

ELLIOT MASTERLIST | prompt list | requests are open | tw: talk about bulimia & drug addiction / abuse, mentions of throwing up, self hatred, Panic Attack, minor mention of sexual contend like really short,

A/N: I'm not even gonna lie I totaly forgot that I still had this in my drafts, If there are some mistakes (which there probably are since I didn't wrote this in Google Docs) feel free to correct me! I needed to read a bit into Bulimia and how it is for the ones having it, since I never had it, so if it’s in any kind offensive, I am so sorry, feel free to correct me!

•you two met at a party, he just accidentally ran into you, but he recognized you from History class, one of the classes you shared

•You made innocent small talk, it was short but enough to stay in his mind which was impressive, because he probably wouldn‘t keep Someone he shared a class with and randomly run into, in his mind.

•so the next time you saw him in Class, he actually gave you a little smile which you returned.

•he watched you a bit during class, even though he never really paid attention to any of the other kind of students seeing you, made history a bit more interesting for him.

• well that all changed when your teacher actually put you two together for a project

• you first met up in his house, the first time actually doing your work you needed to do, but since he is Elliot the second time you‘re over, he just randomly starts asking your questions about yourself

• so you actually made some small talk, until you came more and more into other things you could talk about

• but since you guys met up at both of your places, it was a normal occurrence that your mom would walk in on you both checking if you would really make your homework and not just talk or do other inappropriate stuff

• so when you actually had enough you only met at his place, because let’s face it, parents can be annoying sometimes

• he didn‘t really think much about, when you called meet up’s off, because "you weren‘t feeling well"

• because he didn‘t need to know, that you actually had a binge, and forced your body to throw it up

• or that drugs made it easier for you to force your body to do it

• the day you actually came together and shared your first kiss together, made you happy and anxious at the same time.

• dealt with bad relationships before, leaving you for better and much more prettier people, you get anxious about yourself

• it makes you feel less like a person, seeing that everybody who left you, left you for someone who is better than you even if it's just in your eyes like that

• like not only partners, but also some friends did.

• so when you slept over the first time, your parents thinking your sleeping over at some girl friends house, he asked if you wanted to smoke something

• “You want some?“, he asked looking at you, with a Joint in his hand.

„Nah, I don‘t really like weed. It isn‘t mine.“, you said looking at him from his bed, while he was sitting in his open window.

• well he doesn’t need to know, that when you get high on some weed, you binge eat a lot, like so much you throw up because of that.

• “Shit really? Wouldn’t miss this to be fair.“, he said, lightning it up.

„Yeah, but other stuff is more mine.“, you said, watching him blowing the smoke out of the window.

„Like What?“ he asked, looking at him.

„Well pills, and sniffing, I tried like speed, fentanyl, MDMA, heroin, what ever was given to me at a party kind of.“, you stated.

„Really?“, he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face questioning if he really wants you to do that.

„Yeah, like fentanyl a bit more often, not only on party’s, but not like in an addict way you know.“, well that was a lie, you reminded yourself, your nose shows that probably from the inside.

„I have some if you want.“, was it stupid from him? Yes. Did he care? Not really, he loved to share with you, so why not that too? And well it would probably be just a one time thing.

• well that one time became more and more often

• It was another morning waking up next to Elliot, seeing him laying there in his plaid pants, sleeping when all you were in was just one of his shirt

• you looked around in the mild lighted up room, hearing the birds from outside making noise before looking back at Elliot with a slight smile

• you looked next to you, where still some powder was from the night before, you took it and well sniff it

• normally you two would start off your day with that, but you didn‘t mind doing it alone.

• afterward you put it back in its place before laying down again, cuddling up to Elliot

• who slightly stirred awake, throwing his arm over you half asleep only open his eyes a bit and giving you a little smile

• you returned the smile looking at him and putting your Hand on his cheek

• he would give you a kiss on your forehead, before closing his eyes again and pulling you more against him

• once you woke up a second time you go to the kitchen grab something to eat (mostly only cereal) before going back to his room.

• when he brought Jules and Rue to one of your dates, out of nowhere, you kinda felt nervous, meeting people wasn‘t really yours, that’s why drugs made it easier for you at party’s.

• they both greeted you, knowing you kind of from classes you had with them.

• you knew they both dated, but seeing kinda how close Elliot, Rue and Jules are made you kinda doubt yourself

• you were at the cinema, so when Rue goes to the toilet telling Jules and Elliot she just has to pee even though she hasn‘t even drank something you took the opportunity to go, a few minutes after her, to the toilet

• when you got into the toilet, you heard someone sniffing something, only one stall closed knowing it was Rue

• you go into the stall next to her closing it, nervous, about what to do

• but then you decided to jump over your shadow and just asked her

• „Rue?“, you asked

„Fuck..“, you heard her mumble.

„Don‘t lie to me alright? I know you have something, can I like have something? I‘m going crazy right now and I forgot mine.“, you stated.

You heard her climb up the toilet before looking over the wall between you, to look at you.

„You do drugs?“, she asked confused.

„Yeah, or else I wouldn‘t get it over with school.“, you said, looking up to her.

„Promise you won‘t tell anyone?“, she asked.

„If you don‘t say anything, I‘m gonna keep my lips closed.“, you said.

She just nodded and gestures to you to come to her stall, which you did.

•Long Story Short, you sniffed something with her, no idea what it was, but it made you feel better.

• that was the first time and certainly not the last doing stuff with rue, with her just randomly asking

• when Elliot, dropped you off at your place it was a quick good bye, because you wanted to go in the house and just eat

•which you did, you eat til you couldn’t and then just sniffed some fentanyl, which has the side effect of throwing up, so with whatever you got from Rue, plus yours, plus the wood up to the brim, you ran into the bathroom and threw everything inside you stomach up into the toilet.

• the first time Elliot saw you just binge eat, it was kinda shocking to him

• he never thought much about, when you just didn‘t wanted to eat anything, or just called of dates for being "sick"

• it would‘ve made you cry, if you already didn‘t have done it.

• binge eating like you just had, made you feel out of control, not only about the food, but also about yourself

• that plus the stress of eating just catching you binge eat, made you so ill to the stomach, that you ran into the toilet, locking yourself in and throw up

• you were sure, that this would be the end of your relationship, he saw how sick you really were, he saw your drugs next to you already ready to sniff the lines, and the whole empty packages of food lying on your bed

• when you stopped throwing up, you were just hanging over the toilet crying, hating yourself for letting him see it

• but when he knocked on the bathroom door, trying to talk to you, you tried to not let your sobs be too loud

• but you didn‘t really listen to him, his voice was drowned out by the pounding in your ears that’s caused by your heart

• you started sweating, hands shaking, your breathing fastening

• Elliot heard your breath becoming louder cause by becoming faster from mere seconds

• he tried coming in, wiggling the doorknob like crazy, since that wasn’t the first panic attack he witnessed

• you tried to stand up as best as you legs let you, opening the door, before sliding down the wall next the door

• the only reason you opened the door was, that you were more than afraid that you are going to die, like right on the spot.

• you never had a panic attack this worse, to be fair Elliot never seen a panic attack that worse either, so he was kinda scared of what is going to happen even if he kept a calm demeanor outside he was freaking out in the inside

• he sat down right in front of you, taking your face in his hands trying to focus your mind on him and nothing else

• with his help, you actually calmed down in a few minutes, and just stayed a crying mess

• he cleaned up your bed, before laying down with you, so you could tell him what’s going on

• so when you explained to him what’s going on, he was shocked to say the least

•he knew that you took drugs more than just a couple of times but so did he, but now knowing that it has to do, with you being bulimic he has a whole another look on the whole situation

• you were diagnosed with Bulimia real soon, once your parents catched you like Elliot did and send you to a therapist

• but you were always a good liar, so lying after being officially cured from Bulimia to your therapist wasn‘t hard or to your parents

• your only binge eat when they weren’t there, if it happens that you do it while they were home, that’s when the candy comes to show

• your parents never really searched your room for something, that’s what made it easy for you to hide the drugs you had, and the emetics

• the first „I love you“ fell afterwards between you after like 7 Months of dating

• you explained everything to him, even how afraid you are that he is going to leave you for someone better or prettier or healthier

• „I‘m not going anywhere“ - Elliot

• we‘re going to pretend that he is not going sleep with Jules in this scenario, and he and Jules are only friends and nothing more we're delulu here.

• after that day he became extremely cautious about you and how you were doing

• he tried to help you going away from your ED, and drugs, but as it seems, the ED was easier than the Drugs

• he didn‘t go home after that, he stayed with you for the rest of the day and even slept over

• he researched how to help you, what to do, to support you and getting you away from it

• so he tried as often has he can to bring you out to eat, or like order something to eat at his place

• since your parents are a lot away for work, he helps you go shopping for food and meals

• he brings you with him, when he goes out eating with friends or his cousin

• he told his cousin a bit more what’s going on, with you than with Rue and Jules

• when you slept over the other day, you guys were cuddling up in his bed, watching „Undercover Underage“ (I’m obsessed with the show right now)

• „You know, you don‘t have to pretend, not with me alright.“, he said out of nowhere.

You looked at him a bit confused, before nodding.

„I know.. you make me feel save..“, you said, giving him a little smile.

• another change point for you was when you slept together after he found out that you have an ED

• he took way more time in telling you that you were beautiful and worshiping your body

• Elliot is really someone, who wouldn’t know what to do at first, but after a bit of researching he would be supportive and make everything in your tempo and be the calm one in the situation

• he tried also to get you away from the whole drug stuff

• he tried to tell you that he would clean with you, even though he kept doing it with rue (yk the whole suitcase situation with Rue)

• but he knew, he loved you, like no one else before, and he wanted to keep you, even if he needed to lie a bit about his drug consume

• if this whole relationship would be a Taylor Swift song I mostly kinda feel like „Willow“ from the Evermore Album or „Ours“ von Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

•or like other songs that match your energy are probably:

- teen romance by Lil Peep

- Love Buzz by Nirvana

• like you had people probably look at you two like „Well they shouldn’t be together“ or something like that

• Rue and Jules we‘re probably too like „They Look good together, Odd but good.“

#euphoria #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot x you #elliot headcanons #elliot euphoria x reader #writing-with-emy

[stuismybf]

their pretty heads are hurting - e

summary: it’s the morning after you’ve cheated on your boyfriend Nate Jacobs with your best friend Elliot.

warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, brief mention of sex

You release a calm sigh, a smile spreading across your face as you roll over in your bed. Your hand reaches out for your boyfriend Nate and you take a moment to blink the sleep from your eyes and then you focus on him, you feel his heart beating against your ear and then you realize. It’s not Nate. It’s your best friend Elliot.

How could you have forgotten?

After an intense fight with Nate you’d pack a few belongings and rushed to your friend Elliot’s house, You’d talk to Rue and Jules who were hanging out with him at the time of your fight with Nate and when they left Elliot cleaned the scratches on your arm left by Nate in his jealous fury but then one thing lead to another and you found yourself in his bed, on top of him, he was kissing your collarbones, intertwining his fingers in your hair, kissing the bruises and fucking you late into the night.

Tears pricked your eyes, not because you felt guilty but because of Nate. What were you going to do if he found out? You knew he would kill Elliot, not metaphorically but literally.

Elliot’s eyes started to slowly open and then he looked down at you and smiled. “good morning” he said, his voice was soft and gravely from sleep.

“good morning” you said, your voice was faint and it was obvious you were on the verge of crying.

“what’s wrong baby?” He shuffled around and placed his hand on your cheek.

"We shouldn't have done this" you said, your voice soft with sleep.

His brows furrowed "we both know that you aren't happy with him"

that was when the tears started to fall and you got up from the bed and starting grabbing your clothes that were discarded on the bedroom floor.

You dropped your pants on the ground and started sobbing into your hands thinking about last night.

last night

"I hate him so much" you said throwing your head back to look at Elliot who was laying down on the ground with a smile on his lips and his arms folded behind his head.

"You could do so much better" he said looking over at you with soft eyes.

He moved over so he would be closer to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, leaning down.

His gaze was focused on your lips while you stared at him until he looked back up at you, his eyes asking for permission, and you gave it to him.

You let him kiss you, you let him take you upstairs, you let him fuck you.

"Hey, hey Y/n" he rushed over to you from the bed and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Please just look at me"

You lifted your heavy eyes to look up at him and you saw his worried eyes.

"What time is it?" you sniffled.

"Uh like 5:30 why?" he asked

"I-I need to go home and change my clothes for school...Nate shows up at 7:00" you said picking your pants back up and putting them on.

He stood there shocked "Y/n please just stop" he pleaded as you looked for your other sock.

"Elliot I can't do this, you don't know Nate, you don't know what he'll do just let me leave"

You had all of your stuff now and you were walking out the door when he stepped in front of it to stop you.

"Y/n...I love you and I'll do whatever it takes to get you to stay"

You looked away from him, you couldn't handle looking at his heartbroken face.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel something last night, i know you felt that to. I won't stop you if you want to leave but Y/n if there's any chance that we'll work, that you want to make it work...then stay"

Your heart was in your throat as you looked back to him, there was some hope in his eyes but also fear that you wouldn't stay.

"I'm sorry" you whispered.

And then you walked past him.

#elliot euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot x reader #dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #euphoria season 2 #euphoria season two #euphoria x reader #euphoria #zendaya #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs x y/n #elliot x you #elliot x y/n #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi

[luvfae]

COCKBLOCKS

summary: you and elliot get interrupted

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, slight smut

You were sat on Elliot’s bed, waiting for Rue and Jules to arrive, listening to Elliot as he sang a song on his guitar. You loved it when he played and Elliot knew how much you loved to listen, which is why his eyes never left yours the entire time he played.

You scooted closer to the boy, who had slowly became your best friend over the past few months, wrapping your arms around his neck as he finished up with his song, placing his guitar on the ground.

“You’re so good at that,” you smiled. “I wish I could sing.”

“Not everyone can be as talented as me,” Elliot snickered, jokingly. Your jaw dropped, playfully punching his arm.

“Rude,” you muttered. Elliot grabbed your arms, pushing you back and pining you to his mattress. You giggled as his fingers danced across your ribs, tickling you like crazy. “Stop! Stop!” You begged, pushing him off of you.

He laid next to you, his elbow propped up, resting his head on his hand. You stared into his eyes, realisation hitting you in the face, you had feelings for him. Little did you know Elliot has had feelings for you since the day he met you.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips and without second thought you moved closer to him, hands gripping onto the fabric of his sweater as you pushed your lips against his.

Elliot’s hand made it way to back of your head, keeping your lips firmly on his as his tongue roamed your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and felt him smirk as he deepened the kiss.

You fell back flat onto his bed once again, pulling him on top of you. Elliot’s lips moved from yours and began trailing down your neck, leaving light bruises against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled through his curls, thighs rubbing together to relieve some tension, but Elliot noticed this. He forced your legs open and you gasped.

You felt his hand creeping up your skirt, his fingers lingering on your pussy, the soft fabric of your panties being the only thing keeping him apart from your most sensitive area.

“I can feel how wet you are through your underwear,” Elliot smirked. You moaned at his words, hands snaking around his neck.

“You did this to me,” you replied.

But before anything else could happen, you and Elliot both heard Rue and Jules walk through the front door. Your eyes widened as Elliot rolled off of you and you fixed yourself up, glancing over at Elliot who was tucking his hard dick into the waistband of his pants.

“To be continued,” Elliot said, before walking over to the doorframe of his room to welcome Rue and Jules. You sighed, collapsing back onto his bed, wishing that the girls had never showed up.

“Cockblocks,” you mumbled.

© luvfae 2022

#euphoria #hbo euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria smut #dominic fike #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #rue bennett #elliot smut #elliot fluff #elliot fanfic #jules vaughn

[nebulaafterdark]

Strictly Friends

Summary: Elliot x Fem!Reader (pwp) set in the Because Of You universe. 18+ ONLY

Y/N reaches up to the top shelf of the snack isle. The bag of chips tumbling from her hand when her back hits something hard as she pulls away. Turning to see the obstruction is another shopper, she begins to apologize, “I’m so-” Elliot…her heart seizes in the confines of her chest. “Sorry.”

“Y/N,” he clears his throat. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She tries to steady her breathing.

“How are you?”

“I’m ok.” Y/N stumbles around the words. “Are you ok?”

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really good.” This is part of the problem. Y/N and Elliot have trouble holding conversation when they’re pushing the ‘strictly friends’ agenda. Just friends while bits of him are still inside her, twined into her DNA.

“Do you want to grab some lunch? It’s been a minute. We could catch up.”

But catching up leads to I miss you, I miss you into a kiss. A kiss into ‘my place or yours?’ And so they end up here. They always end up here.

“I love you.” Elliot whispers against her lips.

Pinned between him and the wall. His hands holding her face with such revelry, like she was the only person in the world. And if she were to set fire to his heart, Elliot would blame the match instead of Y/N.

“I love you.” Y/N buries her fingers in his curls.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Those were the last words between them, two weeks ago, in Elliot’s driveway.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Yes we do.

They land on the couch, they end up there a lot somehow. Tearing at each other’s clothes.

Elliot hovering over her, his cock stretching her wide around him. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathes. Twining her arms around him.

It’s slow and it’s sweet, the pounding of his heart steady against her chest. Nipples hard, brushing against his sweat damp skin.

“Turn around,” Elliot nudges Y/N’s nose with his own.

Y/N moves over onto her belly, bracing herself against the armrest.

Elliot wastes no time slipping back in. The angle giving him perfect access to her g-spot, pressing down lightly on the middle of her back until her ass arches farther toward him.

“Shit,” Y/N sobs.

“That’s it, angel.” The curse spurring him to drive his hips harder, faster into her.

“Oh my god.” She never lasts long like this, Elliot’s fingers splayed over the globes of her ass.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” She nods.

“Then cum.” Elliot presses a kiss to her shoulder blade.

So she does, hot and hard all over his dick. Which seems to harden farther at the clenching of her inner walls.

He fucks her through it as she sobs her release against the fabric, knuckles white with her grip on the armrest. Elliot doesn’t slow down or falter. Y/N can take dick like no other.

She reaches back for his hand, fumbling desperately for something to ground her.

“I need you in my life. I want you here. I can’t live without you. Stop asking me to.”

Y/N nods in no other position to answer. This time when she finds her release Elliot follows. Fingers wrapped securely around hers. I’ve got you, you’re safe.

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

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Can you do prompt #16 with Elliot? Like maybe they were dating and his drug habit caused him to be toxic to her but he gets clean and wants to apologize but the reader is having a hard time accepting his apology bc of the trauma he caused. Angst!

Warnings - Drugs, toxic relationships, mentions of overdose, withdraws.

Word count 1.1k

A/N- This fit the prompt so well, I hope you like it, its a lot of angst with no happy ending, my favorite thing to write haha. I wasn't sure if you did want a happy ending or not so I left it open for either.

It was safe to say that your relationship with Elliot wasn’t the healthiest. As much as Elliot loved you, he often choose drugs over your relationship. 

In a way you couldn’t blame him, he was addicted. You knew that before you started dating, you just didn’t realize how bad it was. Elliot didn’t treat you the best during your relationship, and it took you a little while to realize that it wasn’t going to change until he was willing to quit using drugs.

The only time you two didn’t fight was when Elliot was high. When he wasn’t you two would argue over anything. He always took the lack of drugs in his system out on you, he didn’t mean to, but he did. He would always get annoyed when you would try to help him get sober, he would call you controlling, he knew you just wanted to help him, but he didn’t want help. He just wanted drugs in that moment, and you weren’t going to help him get drugs, so he didn’t care. You were always afraid that one day his addiction would go too far. 

He also didn’t realize he had as much of a problem as he did until he broke up with you. You would threaten it, but never do it. Elliot broke up with you because you were trying to help him get better, and he didn’t want to get better.

It had been a couple months since Elliot had broken up with you. Since then, Elliot had gotten clean.  You hadn’t talked to or even seen Elliot since the night you broke up. A part of you was always afraid that something had happened, that he was still using drugs, or even afraid that he had overdosed. He made it quite clear when you broke up that he didn’t want to see you again, yelling something along the lines of “You don’t actually care about me, you just want me to get clean so you can say you fixed me. Then you’re going to leave me because you don’t love me. I’m not doing this anymore, we’re fucking done.” So, when Elliot showed up at your front door it was a surprise. 

Somehow, he talked his way into you letting him inside. You weren’t really sure why he was here, he was the one who hurt you. He was the one who broke up with you. You were glad he showed up in a way though, you couldn’t deny the fact that he looked better than the last time you saw him.

“What are you doing here Elliot?” You asked, crossing your arms and looking over at him, leaving space in-between you. 

“I wanted to apologize” Elliot said, “I fucked up I know, but I just want you to know that I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said that night. Hell, I didn’t mean half of the stuff I said our whole relationship.”

“If you want drugs, you know I don’t have any” You interrupted, that’s how your relationship always was, he’d fuck up, then as soon as he needed or wanted something from you, he would apologize and you two would make up. Elliot shook his head.

“I don’t want drugs. I’m actually clean. Went to rehab after we broke up, and I’ve been clean ever since.” He told you, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch.

“Do you even feel sorry about what you did to me?” You asked as you hugged your knees to your chest.

“Of course, I do. I know I didn’t treat you like I should have, and I can’t blame drugs, or I guess lack of drugs, but I also can’t live with myself if I don’t apologize to you.” Elliot explained.

“I cared about you Elliot. I still do care about you. I was never trying to control you, I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I loved you.” You looked down at your hands.

“I loved you too, I still do. I’m just not used to someone caring about me like you did. I didn’t know how to deal with that, so I pushed you away. I regret that every day.” 

“You really hurt me.” You said, making Elliot nod.

“I know I did. I understand if you never want to see me again, I’m surprised you even let me in.” Elliot looked over at you.

“You’re not a bad person just because of something you said while you were going through withdraws. As much as it hurt me. Maybe I’m being stupid, but I want to forgive you, I just don’t know if I can.” You sighed, “I don’t think I should.” 

“I get it. I completely understand and I mean that. I’m not going to ever hold that against you if you want to hate me for the rest of my life that’s okay with me. I deserve it.” Elliot explained, as much as he was hoping to show up and receive your forgiveness, he knew the chances of that were slim.

“That’s the thing. I don’t hate you. Even after everything you’ve said to me, I shouldn’t want to forgive you. I shouldn’t want to see you again, but this whole time I wanted to see you to make sure you were okay.” You and Elliot sat in silence for a minute, neither of you knowing what to say. “How long have you been clean?” You asked him, finally looking over at him.

“5, almost 6 months.” Elliot answered.

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled softly, “Can I have some time to think about it? If I forgive you or not?” You asked and Elliot nodded.

“Of course,” Elliot smiled softly at you, “Want me to leave?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I’m sorry I just don’t know what I should do.” You sighed.

“Don’t feel bad if you don’t forgive me. I just wanted to apologize to you. Even though I didn’t mean a lot of the things I said during our relationship, I did mean it when I said I love you. I meant everything I said tonight.” Elliot said as he got up and walked to the front door to leave. “I’ll never be able to say it enough, but I’m sorry” Elliot said before walking out the front door and closing it behind him leaving you alone.

You truly didn’t know what you should do. His apology seemed genuine but was it enough to make up for all the pain he caused you during your relationship. You weren’t sure. No matter how long it took for you to decide, Elliot would be waiting for your decision. Even if it took months or years. Elliot couldn’t forgive himself for all the pain he caused you unless you did, and even then, he might not be able to, but that’s just something he would have to live with.

#elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot x fem!reader #elliot x y/n #euphoria imagine #euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot x you

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: Drugs, absent parents

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

word count: 2499 :)

Part 1 | Part 2

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High school wasn’t easy.

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

Depression wasn’t easy.

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

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

You knew Rue.

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

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

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

The other part of you felt horrible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The drive home was silent after that.

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

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

‘Hey change of plans lmao’

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

You smiled.

‘yeah’

She quickly responded back.

‘Cool, we’re outside’

You sighed.

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

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

“Y/N!” Jules yelled out.

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

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

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

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

You were starting to regret this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was sent ten minutes ago.

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

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

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

You waved goodbye to them and Elliot sped away.

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

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

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

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

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

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[itsoutrageouss]

Can u do a story where Elliot gives the reader head with ice in his mouth <33 storyline could be anything lol

So pretty like this

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 800 ish

warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers

Loud, bass music was thrumming in your ears, streaming through your veins so your heart thrummed to the beat. You felt Elliot’s eyes on you, leaning against the wall nearby with Rue. A red plastic cup hung loosely in his hand as he chatted with Rue despite his eyes following you like a lost puppy’s. You danced with Jules and a few other of your mutual friends. It felt unfamiliar, and you were sure your body was moving extremely awkwardly and stiff. Elliot didn’t seem to notice that though, that’s at least what you gathered from the look in his eyes. His head was tipped down slightly, eyes peering through his thick lashes dangerously. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, feeling your palms sweat and face grow red.

“I’m gonna take a break,” you shouted over the music to Jules who nodded sweetly at you before going back to her dancing. You pushed through closed-off crowds of people before actually reaching Elliot and Rue. Before you could say hello, Elli grabbed your wrist.

“Hey uh- we’ll be right back,’ he told Rue, wiping his nose and smiling distractedly to his friend before pulling you through the kitchen and up the flight of stairs that housed several drunk, sad people.

“Elli, where are we going?” You asked with a sheepish chuckle. His hurrying could be mistaken for either lust or anger and it made you nervous. Had you done something wrong?

You and Elliot weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend per se, but the air was never not tense whenever you were around each other. You often used weed or alcohol as an excuse to hook up with each other but had never actually described your relationship any further than ‘we’re close’

He tried a few doors until a free guest bedroom was available. He closed and locked the door while you stood silently, still not sure if he was mad or horny. Your hands were fidgeting in front of you, chest heaving from standing and cheeks rosy. You were sure you looked a mess, but right after he had locked the door, elliot spun around and pulled you in roughly by the waist, red cup still in hand. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, tongue already probing to taste you. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth that he gratefully accepted with a sigh. It was lust, thank god.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice hoarse and low as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed. He had never been this straightforward before. It was always slow at first, hesitant touched and kisses. You couldn’t deny the pulsing between your legs at his manhandling- it seemed there was no time for bullshit on his end. He wanted you now.

He placed the cup on the floor to lift up your skirt, dragging down your panties. It was fast, you barely registered what happened before a hand gently pushed you back on the mattress and your legs were spread, pussy on display for him. Your heart was racing, and you were clenching around nothing at his determination. At the silence. He was just looking at you, right where he knew only he could see you. It didn’t last too long though, and you heard him sip his drink, which you found odd. It made you raise your head from the sheets, but once again you were cut off by his cold tongue licking up your slit. You sighed, thighs twitching as your head fell back.

though he never stopped to surprise you, because soon you felt something ice cold against your clit that made you roll your eyes back, hand desperately reaching for his curls.

“Elli, What-“ you moaned again brokenly out into the air with a small, surprised ‘oh’ and the unexpected feeling. You barely registered that it was an ice cube from his drink. It was melting quickly from the heat of your pussy but he used it eagerly with his tongue, swirling it in circles around your throbbing clit. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, never believing a change of temperature could feel so good. Your thighs clenched his head as he moved the tiny piece of ice down from your clit to your hole. He pushed it in along with his tongue and your thighs clenched tightly around his head, the cold feeling inspiring a new kind of pleasure that had your wetness coating his tongue immediately.

“God, Elliot,” you whimpered helplessly as his now warm tongue touched your clit, mouth enveloping you and sucking harshly. Suddenly everything was warm again and you felt so fucking close to cumming.

“Taste so fucking good, Doll. Want you so bad,” he muttered into your pussy, feeling your hips rock into his face. Your lifted your head only for your eyes to meet as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue right on your bundle of nerves. You came with a loud whine, a broken mix of his name and cuss words. He looked so fucking pretty between your legs, big brown eyes looking up at you innocently- an extreme paradox to what he was doing to you. You softly pushed his head away and he leaned back onto his heels with a content sigh.

“Thought about doing that for fucking hours,” he said with a subtle smile up at you. “Was it okay?”

You saw a sliver of the gentle, nervous elliot behind the lust and confidence there. “I never even knew that was a thing. It was amazing elliot,” you replied with a chuckle, still feeling the wetness of your cum and the melted ice between your legs.

“Well you look really fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb running through your folds still on display. It made you twitch from sensitivity and your face heated up quickly at the way he looked at what he was doing.

He gave you back your panties and you knew they’d feel uncomfortable with your slick the rest of the night, but it had been worth it.

“I’m the only one that gets to do this to you, right?” He asked right as you were about to unlock the door. His hand was on your waist again.

“Yes, Elli. It’s only you” you assured him, turning to look into his eyes. You wanted to show him how much you meant it.

“M’ all yours.” You left before he could reply out of nervousness, and therefore missed the adoring smile that fell over his face.

You were all his.

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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

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.”

#elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #euphoria imagines #dominic fike #elliot x you #elliot euphoria #euphoria #black reader #elliot x black reader #dominic fike smut #persephonesbody #persephone imagines

[usercupid]

party girl

elliot x reader

short blurb cause i’m not writing a part 2 to wishful thinking unless i think it’s good and as of rn, i don’t think it’s allat lmfao

also i wrote this in like an hour and 30 minutes just to get smth quick out bc ive noticed lack of elliot x reader so now i have to take matters into my own hands

prompt: “how about a kiss before i go”

1.6K words

you’d wish it was like this every night. the music blasting so loud to the point where you can only hear the bass, the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room, and you and your best friends doing shots for the 3rd time tonight. everything was perfect.

you’d been bored out of your mind for the past few weeks so maddy wanted to invite you out. she hoped this night would lift your spirits again. you had told her all you really wanted was a bit of excitement in your life and you needed something to help and so far, this night was making you forget about how miserable you’ve been feeling for a while.

-

“(y/n), i’m goin to the bathroom to fix my makeup! don’t go too far, ‘kay?” maddy yelled to you as she finished pouring your drink.

“yeah okay, i got it! i’ll tell cassie if i’m going anywhere” you yelled back after you took a sip of your drink.

“alright!” maddy shouted her reply as she squished through everyone on the dance floor. her stunning black dress made her stand out from the crowd and you were debating if you should go in the bathroom with her until someone came up to you.

“hey (y/n)! it feels like i haven’t seen you like…forever!” kat exclaimed as she wrapped you into a bear hug.

“oh my god, wassup kat! i didn’t even know you were here!” you exclaimed, “how have you been?”

“huh? can you repeat that..”

“i said, how have you been!” you yelled, leaning in closer to kat.

“i still can’t hear- actually, let’s go somewhere more quiet. i wanna catch up with you some more!” kat yelled as she started pouring herself a cup of hennessy with cranberry juice.

“alright, lemme just tell cassie where im at..- wait where did she go???”

“i dunno, but last last i saw her, she was walking in the bathroom. she’s probably shittin her brains out right now.” bb chimed in as she took a puff from her vape.

“i thought nate was in there?” you questioned, but shrugged the weird coincidence off after no less than 2 seconds of thinking about it.“well, if you see maddy, tell her i went with kat to the backyard, ‘kay?”

kat started to drag you through the dance floor and into the backyard. after a grueling minute and a half of pushing through sticky, sweaty teenagers, you both finally reached the quietest part of the yard so you and kat could sit down and catch each other up on what the actual fuck was happening in your lives.

-

after about 25 minutes of talking, drinking, and smoking, you decided to get up and start looking for maddy again, but it felt like the house became even more cramped and you quickly got lost

it was a lot like you being in a mirror maze. you were pretty tipsy and the crowded house didn’t make you feel any better. to escape the crowds and noise, you walked down the steps to a basement.

you started knocking and opening random doors until you opened one that revealed a very peculiar person.

“maddy? you in here- oh shit, sorry.” you said as you realized that there was a boy in there, getting ready to snort something.

“nonono, don’t be sorry, i wasn’t doing anything soo…” the boy croaked as he shifted his position on the washing machine to a less suspicious one. albeit, it made him look even more weird.

“mkay… whatever you say.” you leered as you slowly started backing away from the door

“yeah, it is whatever i say. cause i am telling the truth.” he dryly uttered

“you cannot be lying to me when i saw you getting ready to sniff somethin’. it’s cool though, im not a party pisser.” you sneered as you opened the door wider to get a better look at the weirdo who you were speaking to. the only thing is, you didn’t expect to see someone like him. his dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were a calm shade of brown, strands of his curly, dyed hair were stuck to parts of his forehead due to the sweat, and the cute apple tattoo under his eye all made your face heat up and your head feel lighter than it already did.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or..” he questioned as he started looking around.

“i wasn’t staring?” you denied as you walked further into the room.

“yeah you were.” he persisted.

“was not”

“was too”

“i wasn’t! i don’t know know why you’re lying”

“i don’t ever lie”

“oh so you saying you saying that you weren’t doing drugs in here earlier isn’t a lie?”

“touché.” he said as moved away from the machine “so would you like to stay in here and keep me company or are you still looking for your friend?”

“i’m pretty bored so i might as well stay. besides, maddy can handle herself for a few more minutes. what’s your name?” you asked as you took a seat on the floor next to him

“elliot.” he replied as he got back to whatever drug he was doing.

“mm, you look like an elliot” you said as your speech started slurring.

“are you drunk?” he questioned as he turned around to look you in your eyes. he saw your captivating (e/c) eyes and ruffled hair. you looked absolutely breathtaking.

“yeah just a lil bit, the patron is coming back to me and i can’t tell how bad my hangover’s gonna be tomorrow. i’m also just the teeniest tiniest bit high if that counts for anything.” you rambled as you started to pick the dirt from under your painted acrylic nails.

“okay well before you can change the topic, can you tell me your name?”

“(y/n). and i am not that drunk! i am perfectly fine!” you stuttered, shifting in your spot on the floor

“that’s a real pretty name.” elliot complimented as he observed you for a 100th time tonight.

your face immediately heated up. not only was this boy cute but he was charming too. lord, you hoped you didn’t get too wasted to forget and ask him for his number

-

you both spent an hour and a half talking to each other about the most random shit imaginable until nothing you said started to made any sense to elliot. but even though he couldn’t understand a word coming out your mouth, he still listened to you blabber about how wyoming wasn’t a real state for 10 minutes straight. he genuinely believed you would’ve gone on and on about this if your phone hadn’t rang when it did.

-

19 missed calls from ; madz 🪐

13 missed calls from ; kitty kat 🐈‍⬛

madz🪐: bitch wya

madz🪐: pick up the phone

madz🪐: u getting dick or smth? pick up the phone dummyyy

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: maddy is thinking ab leaving, you wanna leave w/ us?

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: omg pick up

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: how do you get lost in this tiny ass house

-

“shit, my friends are calling me. i gotta go” you said as you grabbed your purse and fixed your dress

“mm do you really have to go?” elliot asked, tilting his head up at you

“yes, i do. my only ride home is about to leave” you sighed

“i can take you home.”

“a drug addict offering to take me home sounds like a wonderful idea.” you mused, grabbing your bag.

“okay, okay. i get it, you gotta leave” he said, slouching further onto the floor

“thank you, now if you’ll excuse me-“

“before you leave-“ elliot started, “can i get a kiss before you go”

you stood there stuck. it felt as if your brain just malfunctioned and gave out. your mouth felt dry, your legs almost gave out from under you. he couldn’t be serious.

you immediately started laughing. he had to be joking. nobody could be that bold, that cute, and that stupid

elliot stood up as he stared at you with smirk on his face, waiting for you to come towards him

“oh, you’re serious?” you asked, stopping your laughter

you walked closer to him, staring at his face. you were speechless, no words would come out your mouth no matter how hard you thought. you felt your face get hot and your breathing was labored. you didn’t have to kiss him, but you wanted to.

you stared him in the eyes for a few seconds before standing on your toes to whisper in his ear “it isn’t very polite to ask ladies you've just met for a kiss, lover boy. maybe another time?” you then wrapped your hand around his torso to take his phone out of his back pocket to write your number in his notes app.

“call me, ‘mkay?” you smirked as you left the room, leaving the curly head boy alone with his thoughts. after about 30 seconds of replaying the scene that just happened, he finally shook his head and picked up his phone to save your number in it.

-

elliot thought you’d be easy. just a one night stand. he couldn’t deny how beautiful you were and how he thought to himself that he should try and keep you in his life for a while but ultimately decided against it. he expected you to mindlessly kiss him and when tomorrow would arrive, he’d invite you over, you guys would fuck, and then never think of each other again.

as you were in the car with maddy and kat, you had hoped he’d end up calling you tomorrow. even thought you wanted to kiss him more than you’ve wanted anything else in your entire life, you wanted to keep him hooked, too. i mean, what’s the fun in immediately giving him what he wants? you wanted fun and this is the exact excitement you were looking for.

#elliot x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot x you #jules x reader #rue bennet x reader #euphoria fic #maddy x reader #cassie x reader #euphoria angst #short prompt #fic prompt #bad writing #writing prompt #prompt list #euphoric #zendaya #sydney sweeney #alexa demie #dominic fike #barbie ferreira #just friends

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Eros

Elliot x female!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: .7k

“ I was a soldier, now I'm comin' home, the war is over

Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break

You need to smell your sweet aroma”- Mac Miller in Skin

Warnings: Technically smut, mentions of death and killing. 

A/N: This is my first remotely smutty thing and I’m literally posting and editing this in art class I feel like someone is looking over my shoulder reading it. Oh well. My first fic I’ve finished in a year and my first Elliot fic period. Enjoy or don’t idc. Its been like 3 days since I wrote that first part now Im typing in the dark cause I forgot to finish the post and the school wifi was shitty. Also its third person which was fun.

Masterlist

Her skin is silk. She is made of porcelain. She is fire, her tongue tastes of lightning. She’s coated in pleasure.

 She’s everything, it’s too much he can’t breathe. Can’t live without her. Won’t live without her for she is oxygen itself. 

“Elliot” She whispers, crawling closer to him. 

He loves her voice, wants to lick it from her mouth. 

She is the fountain of youth. 

She’s bare, she is whole, she’s his. 

He seeks her out. Hands grasping at her hips, grounding himself.

She calls out his name again. He doesn’t respond, not with words at least. 

He crashes his mouth onto hers. 

It isn’t gentle, far from it.

 He kisses her as if he wants to devour her, swallow her whole. He bites her bottom lip before slowly pulling away. He doesn’t move far. He never could. 

“Elly” She gasps, caged between his bed and body. 

He nips at her collarbone over a mark he’d left a day prior. 

“Please” She begs. 

She smells like cinnamon, tastes like heaven. Her skin is warm. He’s lost in his head. He hears her pleas.

How could she ever think he’d deny her? Doesn’t she know that he’d do anything for her? Die for her. Kill for her. Live for her. 

He loves her, knows he does. She loves him too, he thinks. They’ve never said it. 

He heals her. She was never made, not before him. 

He sucks at her skin hoping it’ll say the words he can’t. He’s never felt something this deep, this heavy, this terrifying. 

She had no home before him. She had nowhere to go and no one to be. She’d been waiting before she knew what patience was. 

She wasn’t sure she believed in god. In the moments spent in Elliot’s bed, in his soul, his mind she knew. This was god and god was cruel. 

“Please.” She tried again hoping this time he’d listen. 

“Shh. I know,”  He soothes her, stroking her hip. “I got you.” 

I know you, I love you, I exist for you. 

He kisses down her body, slowly. He takes his time following a path he’s trekked so many times before. 

He kisses from her hip to her thigh, and back up again. 

He gives her what she wants, eating her, breaking her apart, putting her together. 

She drifts one hand to his hair. Not pulling but she entangles her fingers in it nonetheless. Grounding. 

“I can’t-“ She chokes. Can’t do this anymore. Can’t exist without you, want to be yours forever. Can’t pretend to not love you, to not need you. 

So many words left unsaid, they taint the air leaving a stale taste. Poison. 

He pulls away for a second. 

“I know, me either.” He murmurs he understands, always has always will. 

He dives back in. 

She’s unraveling, gasping and panting, writhing. 

He glances up at her intoxicated. There is not a single drug that can compare to her. This divinity, she is his, and she owns him. 

She is the most gorgeous creature in the world.

 He wants everyone to see her now. Have to see and know of her and never have her. Not like he has her at least. 

She screams his name as she is set ablaze. 

She pulls him up to her face with her arms around his neck. 

She kisses him, a million tastes mingle on her tongue as her mind spirals. Their souls swirl with each other around the space. 

 Nothing will ever be better than this. 

She knows this cannot last. This moment cannot be forever. The idea of being together will only complicate things. He knows this too, knows she cannot be his, not truly. They don’t know how. 

He wants to paint her to have something of her forever, when this moment fades and her warmth leaves him, he’ll still have her. Her essence encapsulated, in an everlasting medium. 

 They are stupid, they are cursed, by Eros; son of Aphrodite goddess of love and war. They were chosen by the Gods favored and cursed, set to this merciless fate. Love and destruction, two sides of the same coin. To love is to be in pain. To love is to die. 

She is willing to die, willing to take him down with her, she pulls him closer to her. Closer and closer until he is inside her until there is no distance left at all until he is swimming in her. 

“I want you.” She says against his lips.

He knows what she means. 

#elliot smut #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot euphoria #elliot angst #elliot imagine #elliot fluff #elliot x black!reader #elliot x fem!reader #euphoria #dominic fike #elliot x you #hannah speaks ღ

[fezcossidepiece]

i can't look at angus without thinking "WHY U ACTING LIKE THISSS" it's giving me the ick can anyone help me.

#fezco x reader #euphoria season 2 #kylies euphoria rants #euphoria #fezco euphoria #elliot euphoria #euphoria s2 #angus cloud #dominic fike #elliot x reader #euphoria season two #fez euphoria #elliot smut #elliot x you #fezco smut #cassie howard #lexi howard #jules vaughn #maddy perez #rue bennett

[nebulablakemurphy]

💜 blurb of Elliot and reader first meeting?

I feel like they met on New Years.

Y/N is looking for the bathroom when she stumbles across the laundry room. There’s a guy in there, slumped over the washing machine.

He jerks upright at the sound of the door creaking open.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Y/N apologies, “I was looking for the bathroom.”

“You’re good, you’re good.” He smiles, “no harm, no foul. No toilet either, but I’m sure we could figure something out with that bucket.” He motions to the corner.

Y/N’s mouth falls open. That’s the last response she expected. “I’m good.”

“No, yeah, that’s disgusting. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Are you um-” Y/N clears her throat, “having a good time?”

What the fuck? She scolds herself. Who cares if he’s having a good time?

“Yeah.” The guy nods, his brown eyes flickering over her features. “Are you?”

“I’m not having a bad time.” Y/N shrugs, reaching back for the door handle.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I have to, you know,” she nods toward the hallway.

“Bathroom, right.” He remembers. “Well, my name is Elliot. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“I’m Y/N.” She introduces herself. “Maybe we will.”

#elliot euphoria #elliot x you #elliot x reader #elliot imagine #elliot x y/n