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Hi can you write Elliot euphoria and YN have a camping indoors sleepover that leads to more than just friends. Extra smutty please 🤭

TLDR: Elliot and Y/N planned a "camping trip" during college vacation and well, one thing led to another and...

Word count + info: 2.1k THIS ONE IS LONGGGG! Dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk and them being silly goofy guys). Female college!readerxElliot (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+ MDNI, 420 mentioned, biting, oral sex, no protection (smh), lotta making out and mouth stuff, thigh riding 🤭 I think that’s it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Chat we are so back! sorry I took so long bro, IRL has been soo fkin messy atm but I just needed to write and get back on here. Why is my inbox ovulating so hard tho 😭 guys lets be demure too (kidding I need dom more than ever before now that Dominic has gone MIA)I hope u enjoy it's been a while! I also mentioned Euphoria like,.. the actual word and geeked out a bit go try n find it and geek out w me

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When It Rains, It Pours - D.F.

“Oh, dude you’ve got to be fuckin' kidding me” He huffs.

There you both were, like two idiots holding hamper baskets with blankets, snacks, rolling papers, and small pillows, staring out the glass door into the backyard as rain poured down heavy, the sound of wind whistling as the drops hit the windowed door hard.

You and Elliot had spent many summers “camping” in his backyard since High School and since college had separated your time together, what better way to reunite than kicking off summer in your hometown by camping? Only this year, you both promised to save up and go somewhere this time, but alas, it was just you, Elliot, his empty house and, the torrential rain outside. You both stood in matching tartan shorts and your graduation grey t-shirts from high school like a bunch of losers.

You sigh as you set down your hamper. “So much for that camping trip, huh?” you smirk, biting a smile down.

He sets his hamper basket down too and rummages through it to find his rolling paper and his little bag of weed. “Can’t believe our fuckin’ luck man” He murmurs angrily as he fumbles his papers up.

You sigh and reach over, grabbing his now crumpled paper, and, plop yourself down on the beanbag by the door before rolling his blunt for him. He sighs and sits on the floor between your legs, placing his chin on your knee before looking up at your face, and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I missed this- I mean I missed you, ya know? Seeing your Instagram Stories and FaceTiming isn’t the same, you even look different. I really wanted to have something to remind you of me, like old times sake sort of thing, whatever that shit means” he mumbles, before pressing his cheek onto your knee, avoiding eye contact.

Your eyes widen at his confession and you stop in your tracks, your fingers moving away from the paper to his face, bringing his eyes back to look at you. Elliot had a lot messed up but one thing was for sure; he always had your back and was always there whenever you needed him.

You both were messed up together, he was your first kiss accidentally, you accidentally smoked weed together, and you both accidentally spent the night in a jail cell after trying to joyride an old car, only to end up crashing that same car within the span of a few minutes since neither of you could drive. Something about those accidents made your heart flutter and kept you around Elliot closer rather than push you away, even though your parents didn’t exactly take it well. Now, after spending almost 8 months away, you were worried Elliot felt like he was slipping away.

“Elli, you’ll always have me, you know that right? Like, you’ve fucked me up so bad that we have a trauma bond, you can’t expect me to slip away, dude. A-And remember one time it rained like this and we made an indoor fort? How ‘bout we do that then, yeah? We have all the stuff for it, the weed and all.” You smile, hoping to get a small laugh out of him as you hold his head, his eyes boring into yours while your fingers coil around his blonde-tipped hair.

He sighs and closes his eyes softly, before nodding, grunting as he gets up. He looks down at you before you lift your head to meet his gaze. Elliot lowers himself to plant kisses on your forehead with an overwhelming tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. It turns almost possessive as he trails it down to your cheek and peppers it with long kisses. Your breath hitches and you feel like melting under his touch. You had never felt a simple kiss to be so sensual but here you were, shivering with your breath hitching. He brings his mouth to your ear, his breath slow and almost ragged.

“If you left me, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do...” His breath is ragged against your skin as he nips at your earlobe before abruptly standing upright again. He digs into his pockets as he walks over and attends to unpacking the hampers, acting nonchalant despite the raw passion still coursing through him. Elliot has kissed and touched you before, albeit while high, but something felt so different, so desperate at this moment.

You try to shrug it off as you roll a few more blunts before crawling inside the now-built fort Elliot had made. He sits on his knees as he puts up some string lights and fluffs up some pillows before resting on his elbows and leaning back. You sit in front of him, holding a blunt between your lips. He can’t help but smile as he brings his old lighter up to you, setting it alight and bringing his face close. The first hit in your lungs feels like home as you exhale with a giggle, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes narrow playfully as he leans in, not breaking eye contact. Instead of simply taking the blunt, his lips brush against yours—soft, lingering—before catching the blunt between them. The kiss is brief but electric, the blunt slipping from your mouth to his as his lips hover close, teasing. For a moment, his face stays just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with the haze of smoke.

It’s like you’re in his pocket and he’s in yours, both of you wrapped around each others’ fingers. Your back is almost pressed to his, your face tilted up to look at his while his hands wrap around your waist, under your shirt and the waistband of your shorts feeling your smooth skin. It must’ve been 20 minutes when you decide to put the blunt to the side on a small tray and reach up to his face, this time parting his mouth for a kiss. It’s lazy and relaxed as you shift your body to straddle his thigh, your tongue slipping in. Elliot moans into the kiss, holding your hip with one hand and gripping your hair tight with the other.

You grind and gyrate on his thigh, your hands pulling at his curls; you knew he went crazy for hair tugs. His lips trail your neck, his tongue and teeth trailing and gnawing as he laps the length from your collarbone to your earlobe. You let out a whimper as you continue to buck against his thigh, desperate for more. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his.

“Elli, please… don’t hold back” you murmur, pleading as you heave.

He doesn’t answer, instead, he nods and takes his hand under your t-shirt to lift it up and over your head in one swift motion before connecting his lips back to yours. You gasp as you feel the cold air hit your naked torso, the sensation fresh with the sound of you making out with rain noises in the background and the smell of marijuana burning away. It all feels so right, so real.

His head dips between the valley of your breasts, suckling while holding eye contact, lazily moving his mouth over your breast, gliding the tip of his tongue in painful slow circles before taking your nipple between your teeth. His eyes look into yours with pure innocence and attentiveness, as you moan and hold his head there, roaming his curls as you continue to rock back and forth on his thigh, desperately trying for some friction for your now soaking core. You roll his t-shirt up and take it off his torso, throwing it to the side.

Elliot holds you and places you down on the pillow and the mess of bedsheets covering the wooden floor. He leans down, planting soft kisses from the nape of your neck to the edge of your waistband. He perks up to look at you with those sweet eyes you can never get enough of.

“You’re stunning, you know that, Y/N? You always have been.” He whispers shyly before tugging at your waistband looking for approval.

You nod and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, discarding them outside of the fort. Elliot almost groans at the sight of you completely naked, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. He grabs the blunt placed on the tray and takes a long drag. Smoke billows from his lips and drifts towards your glistening center, making you shiver with anticipation. You moan at the sensation, feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. His head dips down while he kisses your inner thighs, licking softly. He kisses your core, right on your bud making you gasp. Elliot gently spreads your lips, taking one long lick up, circling over your bud. Something about how easy and purposeful he was being had made this all the more arousing, loud moans and encouragement rolling out from your lips begging him to keep going.

Elliot eats you out as if it's his sole duty, his purpose in life, and takes his sweet time to savour you, to thrust his tongue in and out of you, to drink you up until it brings your next orgasm, and then do it all over again. His hand thumbs your breast, the other holding your hips down as you continuously buck up for each wave of pleasure he gives you that ripples through your body. Elliot reaches down to free his member as he carries you through yet another orgasm, this time jerking himself off in slow, lazy strokes, dedicating himself to you first.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’re seeing stars, everything is flowing perfectly and harmoniously for the first time in a long time. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him gently guide himself to your wet core. Elliot rubs his head up and down before thrusting in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. You grab his shoulder with one hand and bite your lip, nodding to ask him to keep going. He pushes in further, bottoming out inside of you entirely. Your tight hole twitches around his member, adjusting to his size as he slowly moves out, before pounding back in.

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to lose control and find himself relentlessly thrusting into you, roughly gripping a hand to your breast as he moves at a furious pace. You let out provocative giggles and purrs, further fueling his intense desire as he thrusts in and out of you. The fort feels humid, the sound of rain and skin slapping filling the room. Your body craves this, needing more and more as every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body. Elliot's red eyes are locked on yours, his face contorted with pure passion, your name spilling out like a prayer. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. His breath hitches as he pounds into you, his hips bucking wildly. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air as he continues to pound, his name echoing from your lips with every thrust.

As you near the edge, you can feel yourself tightening around him, squeezing each time he slams into you. Elliot grabs your hips, holding you tightly as he thrusts faster and harder, his eyes locked on yours. His face is a mix of passion and desperation, knowing you are about to shatter beneath him. And then it happens. You both reach your peaks, sending a jolt of euphoria through the both of you before collapsing, rocking together in one final attempt to ride out your highs. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as Elliot bites down on yours, your arms holding him as he lies on top of you before he pulls out and falls to your side. You both breathe out with your mouths dry and skin slick with sweat as you stare up at the bedsheet lined fort ceiling covered in string lights.

Elliot sits up to lazily grab the blunt from the tray, accidentally brushing past one of the fort supports. He pauses for a moment, before exhaling and lying back, taking a drag before handing it to you, smiling.

“You know, for a second there I thought I fuckin’ ruined the momen-” He’s cut off by the fort caving in, entangling you both in sheets. You can’t even be mad at him, he just accidentally crashed his own fort after making your legs shake. God knows how the rest of the night goes, but at least it’s spent with good, old Elli.

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PLEASEEEEE a dom fic where you’re on the set of euphoria and he gets rlly needy and when you guys have to break it’s a really fast n needy fuck session 🤗🤗🤗🤗

TLDR: Dom’s on the set of Euphoria and is messing up his lines bc he’s distracted, gets a 20 min break and takes his gf to the dressing room for some fun time.

Word count + info: 1.5k. Minimal dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk). Female readerxDominic Fike (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+, sex in a public setting, light mentions of biting, unprotected sex, hickeys, creampie, mentions of titplay + clitplay 🤭 I think that’s basically it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Eeeeek my first request, this is so exciting!! I hope you enjoy, sorry for taking a while to get around to this. Also, no spoilers but I had this in mind when writing this, so yk, use to your imagination…

Feel free to request more, dm me for a chat or send in anything else! Happy reading ;)

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Director’s Cut - D.F.

It was always a joy to watch Dominic in his element whether he was writing lyrics or acting, it always captivated you. His dedication to his commitments was passionate and strong, especially when dedicating himself to you. However, today, it seemed like the entire "Euphoria" set was in a slump.

As the film crew calls for another take, you find yourself scrolling through your phone, desperate to pass the time. You knew filming could be tedious and time-consuming, but today, it feels particularly dull and draining. With a sigh, you adjust your paisley sundress, a special choice for your boyfriend on set - you remember how much he adored it on you. You raise your head and give Dominic a small smile and a wave as he stands a few feet away, listening to the film crew with his hands tangled in his hair and messing up his golden and brown curls. Something was not right; he seemed out of sync with his usual performance, constantly glancing around the set, fumbling over his lines, and forgetting his cues.

He sighs deeply, rubbing his face as the director announces an unenthusiastic break. Dom limps over to you, his soft, puppy eyes never leave yours. You plant a small kiss on his lips and rub his cheek with your thumb, feeling the tension in his muscles. He smiles up at you, heaving with his eyes shut. He kisses your thumb and holds you in his arms.

"Baby? You need anything?" you ask, tilting your head softly.

He nods, resting his forehead against yours and intertwining your hand with his before he almost whimpers, "Yeah… you."

"W-what? Dom… we can't…we shouldn’t…"

You take a look around the set, trying to find a rebuttal, but you’re led away by Dominic, not once checking to see who's watching. He pulls you toward the main dressing room, urgency in every step.

He shuts the door behind you and holds your face, kissing you as he presses you against the vanity. His kiss is deprived, devoted, and desperate. You have never seen him this needy but it's erotic, it's hot, and it's taking your breath away. His kisses are fervent, his hands roaming, gripping, groping up and down your body, pulling you closer as if he can't get enough. His lips trail to your neck as he lifts your paisley dress over your head in one swoop before cupping your breasts tenderly. He suckles on your neck and collarbone with urgency, not caring if it leaves a mark or two while his hands twist and tweak at your nipples.

He laps at the valley between your breasts as one hand roams down to your damp panties. He flicks his tongue over your erect bud, areola, and switches between sucking and holding your nipple between his teeth while his eyes gaze up into yours, twinkling as he sees pleasure written all over your face. He rubs deliberate circles through the cloth over your clit, as the wetness seeps right through.

"Baby…fuuckk…" You let out a soft purr, one of your hands landing in his curls, the other gripping the vanity behind you as you moan softly.

“You’re so perfect… I can’t get enough” He groans and meets your lips with his again.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands find his pants, fiddling to get them off as soon as possible. He throws them off to the side and turns you around, making you face the mirror as he props your leg up on the vanity. Your hand between your legs stroking his large member from behind, your other clutching the corner of the small vanity. As you look in the mirror with your sex-hooded eyes, you can see your rough, red hickeys, your erect nipples, your damp underwear clinging to your skin, the moisture seeping through the thin fabric. The anticipation of Dominic's touch makes you even wetter, and the thought of him pounding into you from behind only intensifies your arousal. You see his head hovering over your shoulder, tossed back, mouth agape while his tip leaks out precum, shiny and begging for attention.

Dominic can't help but hold your hips, pushing your panties to the side as he swipes his tip along your slick lips in long swipes, up and down. The room is filled with gasps and gentle moans as he gently bucks his hips against your wet core.

"Baby…please…" he whimpers, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, begging to feel you around him.

You nod and moan in response, unable to even get a word out as he bucks up, groaning.

He wastes no time, his strong hands gripping your hips possessively. With one smooth motion, he fills you, and his large member slides easily inside your tight walls. You let out a breathy moan and arch your back, feeling the intense heat and strength of him pressing against you. Every movement is a delicious friction every inch of him feels like it was made to fit perfectly inside you. Your bodies move in perfect rhythm, creating a symphony of pleasure as you give yourself over to him completely.

Praises slipped from Dominic’s lips, rough and ragged with lust as he buried himself deep inside you. He groaned, the intensity of his desire evident in every gasping breath and trembling touch. He kisses your neck as he looks at your face in the mirror.

"I can't get enough," he whispered hoarsely as he thrust deeper. "You feel so good, so tight…I need you more than anything."

He murmurs sweet nothings and i-love-you's in your ear, keeping one hand steady on your waist, the other moves up to play with your breast as he takes you fast from behind.

The vanity shakes with your leg propped up as you hold onto the top of the mirror, each thrust sending you to 7th heaven. He grunts, his hips moving in a furious rhythm as he hits your sweet spot over and over, causing you to see stars.

"Dom, yes…fuck me like that" you moan, your voice trembling with passion. You couldn’t care less about your surroundings now; it was just you and Dominic.

He obliges, his hips slamming against your ass with each thrust, a primal ferocity taking over. Your body hums with pleasure, each collision triggering a wave of ecstasy that builds with every second—a glistening white ring forms around the base of his throbbing length, evidence of your intense arousal. The room echoes with the cacophony of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your ragged and desperate breaths. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body as if you are on the brink of an orgasm.

When you think you can't take any more, Dominic leans over, kissing your back and then your shoulder. He bites gently, his teeth leaving a mark. The pain and pleasure mix sending you spiraling over the edge. As you shatter with the release, you feel Dominic's body shudder behind you.

His eyes remain fixated on the mirror, drinking in every flicker of emotion crossing your face as the waves of pleasure course through your body. Your knuckles turn pale from the tight grip, your nails leaving imprints on the cool surface as you surrender to the intense sensation. Your walls contract around him, holding Dominic firmly inside as you moan out his name, your voice laced with ecstasy. Dominic's release comes crashing over him, his hips thrusting wildly in a frantic rhythm. As you both reach your peak, hot cum spills out of you, splattering against the vanity and trickling down to the ground below as you both pant and tremble, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

His warm lips pressed gently against your bare shoulder as he slowly pulled out of you, the feeling of his thick cock sliding out with a satisfying pop. He sighs and smiles as you attempt to catch your breath, examining the vanity, now dripping in passion.

“God, you’ll be the death of me, Fike,” you heave out as he hands you your dress, as he reaches for his pants.

"We'll have to be more careful next time, baby," Dominic quipped, smirking and adjusting his pants.

You roll your eyes and pull your dress back on, tucking your hair behind your ears, still trying to catch your breath.

"I don't think I can handle it before next time. I'm still panting from our last session."

Dominic chuckles and walks over to the vanity, cleaning up the mess he made. He looks at you and grins, pecking your lips.

"Well, we'll just have to ensure we save our energy then."

You smile back and giggle softly, interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dominic that’s our 20-minute break over! Care to join us?” a voice calls out sarcastically.

You both freeze momentarily, your hearts racing. He looks at you with a sheepish grin, and you can't help but laugh.

“Break a leg, babe” You smile and kiss his lips before softly pushing him away towards the door.

He gives you one last look and smiles as he opens it and heads back out on set. You shake your head and sigh as you head out on set and plopping yourself on a spare chair, watching the scene set up as Dominic nods casually in your direction, like nothing ever happened. Maybe a short, well needed break was all that was needed to get back in the groove.

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