synopsis: just a few drabbles/headcanons of elliot in the outer banks universe.
author's note: i saw one euphoria and obx crossover and now i'm obsessed with the idea of these worlds colliding because hello!? might write an entire fic based on this..
warnings: outer banks!au, fluff
obx!au!elliot only visits outer banks during the summer. his father was born and raised in the cut, so when school is out, he lived with him until he got shipped back to east highland for the fall.
obx!au!elliot loves to skateboard, courtesy of his california native roots. it was hard to adjust to the adversities that north carolina had to offer, but somehow skateboarding and taking in the beautiful atmosphere of the OBX was worth it.
pogue!reader first laid her eyes on elliot during a warm afternoon in late may. summer had just begun and you were routinely fucking around with your friends when they noticed the 'new boy' skating around the city. it was john b's idea to introduce yourselves to him and you've been captivated by him ever since.
obx!au!elliot was relieved when the pogues took him underneath their wing. he was fully expecting to spend the summer in his own antisocial bubble like he was used to, but meeting the pogues made him believe that this summer might be more exciting than he had imagined. especially when he saw you.
obx!au!elliot took a likeness to your beauty, but your bubbly, and carefree personality was what reeled him in completely. the more he hung out with the pogues, the closer he got to you.
obx!au!elliot would convince you to sneak out of your mom's house at two a.m. to teach you how to skatebord. after almost five hours of practice you still couldn't, but he thought it was cute watching you try.
pogue!reader would show elliot all of her favorite secret spots in the cut. one in particular being an amazing waterfall hidden in the woods that was riddled with extravagant greenery and a lake.
obx!au!elliot would totally learn how to play the ukulele since he was already familiar with the guitar. he would sit in your bay window and play cute little tunes while you sat on your bed and painted your toenails.
Pairing: Cameron 'Cam' Cade x Serenity
Summary: Cameron Cade becomes infatuated with Serenity and is determined to become her man, one way or another.
Warnings: Strategic manipulation. Calculated manipulation. Emotional manipulation. Cam is always at the right place at the right time.
WC: 2.6k
Note: This is the closest to dark!Cameron y'all gon get outta me, but he's a situational manipulator here, so hope that's enough ahaha.
CAMERON CADE…had been infatuated with the deity wrapped in satin-like flesh and clothed with dignity and grace since the first day he laid eyes on her during a trigonometry lecture. He was ashamed that he had never noticed her before. That he’d gone four weeks suffering through the 8 AM lecture with rose-colored glasses that blinded his vision from a goddess walking amongst mere mortals.
Serenity.
She struggled in the class; he could tell. He noticed how her beautifully thick eyebrows became one as a new concept was introduced. The way her eraser had been worn thin in just forty-one minutes because of mistakes she’d only hoped nobody saw her make. How her bottom lip fell victim to strong teeth, subject to nips and bites he’d only expected to experience one day.
CAMERON CADE…leaned over, the mintiness of his breath wafting beneath her nose, “Cosecant is the reciprocal of cosin.” Her pencil stilled against the paper. The leaded tip of her baby blue mechanical pencil pecked the erasure marks left in its wake. Serenity turned toward him, with large, expressive eyes, soft and curious.
His throat bobbed. The corner of her lips lifted, and the gloss on her full lips shimmered beneath deathly fluorescent lights. “Thank you…so much.”
CAMERON CADE…caught her by surprise when he offered to help her study. The university’s star quarterback, the man other men envied and women would drop to their knees for, had offered to help her.
“I don’t want to be a bother,” Serenity rambled. The tips of her baby blue nails scraped against the plastic of her white binder, filled with notes and doodles she’d drawn when hearing about reciprocals and the Pythagorean theorem, clogged her eardrums. “I know you’re busy.”
He tried to fight the smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. He dropped his hands from the worn backpack's straps and shoved them in the pockets of his low-hanging sweats. He stepped toward her. “Nah, it’s cool. I’ve got an hour to give whenever you need it…or want it. Just let me know.”
She smiled again. A grin this time. Showing the small gap between her teeth and the array of jewels across them. “Thank you, Cameron.”
“Anytime.”
CAMERON CADE…became her personal tutor. Once a week on Thursdays after her second class, she’d join him in the library, iced latte in hand and a beaming smile on her full lips.
“Do you drink coffee?” She asked curiously. “Or do football players have insanely strict diets?” His light eyes fell to the black straw. Bent from her teeth pressing against the sides. Her gloss-coated lips wrapped around the tip, and she took a small sip. Cameron inhaled deeply.
“Sometimes, not often,” he replied. “You always got something with you, though.” Serenity smiled bashfully and shrugged her backpack off her shoulder.
“I eat, sleep, and breathe iced lattes.” She pulled her binder and baby blue pencil from her backpack. “Especially this toasted marshmallow one. Try it!” She tilted the cup his direction, straw mere inches away from his pink lips.
His eyes scanned her. Drank her in like a crisp glass of water on a sweltering day in June. Each moment with her quenched a thirst he didn’t know could exist. She tilted the cup once more. He chuckled once.
So innocent.
So pure.
So trusting.
CAMERON CADE…took the cup from her awaiting palm. His hands, much larger and rougher than she’d expected, covered hers in the transfer of a half-full cup of iced vanilla caffeine. He raised the cup to his lips.
Slowly.
Meticulously.
Her breath stuttered like she’d run a half-marathon across hilly terrain in five-inch heels. He watched her watch him take a sip, lips placed right along the traces of her cherry lip gloss. She swallowed thickly.
“Tastes good,” he complimented lowly. He angled it back to her, one arm crossed along the other. She leaned forward, eyes wide and expressive like she’d had an out-of-body experience she couldn’t explain, and sipped, the traces of him now mingled with her. “Yeah?”
Serenity sighed breathlessly. “Yeah…”
CAMERON CADE…wasn’t pleased to find out she had a boyfriend. If that’s what one could call him. The man—the boy—was an embarrassment. An embarrassment and taking up space in a position he clearly didn’t value or want to be in.
Whatever he’d done had rattled the poor girl so much that she’d rewritten the same formula four times. Cameron, ever the gentleman, gently pulled the pencil from her hand and placed it on the lead-filled paper below her palm. “You wanna talk about it?”
If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t have cared less to hear about that bastard she gawked about with misplaced pride. But, seeing her tear-brimmed eyes and soft pout, he offered the lending ear he only hoped she’d use more often.
Serenity sighed heavily and dropped her head back in frustration, the slender slope of her collarbone on display. He traced the vein on the left side of her neck, just barely prominent but noticeable as her jaw clenched in frustration. “He forgot that today’s my birthday.”
CAMERON CADE…blinked one, two, three times, and tsk’d to himself. One man’s trash was another’s treasure. He hated that it had to be true.
So, like a true man of chivalry and honor, he asked to meet near the foundation in the center of campus later that evening—she agreed. It was an open space. Safe. Populated.
She’d forgone the baby blue sweater, wide leg jeans that complemented her figure, and black boots, for dark leggings and an oversized hoodie. Confusion etched into her face like scripture as she approached him, who sat on a nearby bench with a baby blue bag beside him.
“What’s this?” She asked curiously as she approached him. Cameron lifted his eyes and smiled kindly. The same smile that made her question if she truly needed his help with trigonometry or if she enjoyed his cologne wafting beneath her nose each time he leaned closer to explain a concept.
“Figured the birthday girl needed a gift, right?”
Serenity lowered herself beside him and welcomed the gift. “You didn’t have to.” Cameron shrugged. What one man wouldn’t do, another would. Simple. And it proved to be worth it when she gasped like a child who’d just seen snow for the first time. “Oh, it’s beautiful…”
She raised the small sculpture toward the setting sun—a Black ballerina in a baby blue leotard with the prettiest white tutu. A detail her boyfriend had forgotten, but Cameron remembered like it were something holy. Her bottom lip jutted out as tears gathered along her waterline.
Then—she hugged him. Arms draped over his shoulders, cheek pressed against his like she’d known him forever. Cameron leaned into her, his hand cupping her back as she melted into him. “Thank you…so much. This means so much to me.”
“It’s no problem,” he said once she pulled away. “Remembered you did ballet. Seemed fitting. Cheer up. Pretty girls shouldn’t cry on their birthday.” His knuckle caught a stray tear before it fell and streaked her matted makeup.
Serenity smiled slightly. Sad and defeated. “No, we shouldn’t, but this girl is. You know he hasn’t said anything to me? I got up thinking, ‘Maybe it’s a joke!’ Maybe there’s a surprise I’m in for. Dumb and wrong.”
What a shame. How an idiot clothed in stupidity and denial could have had the privilege of having such a beautiful, kind, and devastatingly intelligent woman on his arm.
Not for long.
Cameron smiled with a faux sadness that would move only the most gullible and naive. “Some people just don’t realize what they have, but aye, there’s still…six hours ’til midnight. You got six hours ’til it’s not your birthday. Whatchu wanna do?”
Serenity paused for a moment. Then, she wiped the stray tears from her eyes and lit up like a matchstick. “Well—“ she hesitated for a moment. Lips parted with a thin line of saliva between them as she gathered herself.
Cameron’s eyebrows raised, an invitation for her to reveal what had been floating through that pretty head of hers. “I suck at bowling. But it’s fun, and I want to go. There’s a place not too far from here. Would you like to go?”
He tried to keep his composure. To not allow the smug smile that fought to appear. So, like the gentleman he was, because who was he to deny the lady what she wanted? A fool. And he was nobody’s fool.
“Absolutely.”
CAMERON CADE…chuckled when he saw the ball lean toward the gutter for the umpteenth time that evening. Serenity grumbled as she watched the ball travel down the dark hole. She frowned. “I give up!”
“Let’s not get too hasty.” Her ball—baby pink, which she grumbled about until he reminded her of the size—brushed against his awaiting palm. He handed it to her. “Stand like you’re about to bowl.”
Her feet scuffed against the polished floor as she stood mere inches behind the do-not-cross line. Her fingers tapped against the ball patiently. Cameron stood behind her. Close enough to smell the vanilla perfume on her jacket, but far enough to keep the dwindling boundary in place.
He leaned toward her ear. “Can I touch you?”
Consent.
Permission.
Confirmation.
Serenity nodded. “Y-yeah.”
Her stance was firm. Knees locked and toes pointed toward the dingy white cones that taunted her each time she stepped forward. “You’re stiff—loosen up. Keep your hips forward.” His warm hands cupped her waist gently, turning her body a few degrees to the left.
He heard it then. The soft sound that she didn’t want to let out. It was quiet, barely louder than a mouse’s squeak, and it was music to ears that had been tuned to her symphony. Her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned against his chest. “Like this?”
Cameron swallowed, “Just like that. Let your eyes follow your arm. Bring it straight back, and stay locked in. Now try.”
She didn’t move for a moment. Her eyes migrated over her shoulder and landed on his with a reverence and curiosity that made his knees weak and his mind spin. He smiled slightly and nodded toward the polished runway.
Serenity returned his smile and faced the pins head-on. One, two, three paces and a solid swing later, ten pins crashed together and sputtered in the air. She gasped and turned to face him. “I did it, oh my gosh!” Before he could blink, her chest was pressed against his, and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders tightly.
Something shifted.
CAMERON CADE…stood outside her apartment door, hands shoved deeply in the pockets of his sweatpants as he watched her fumble with her key.
She was excited. She’d rambled the entire fifteen-minute car ride back to her apartment, but he didn’t mind it. It was a glimpse into an eternity of early morning chatter and late-night ramblings—how could he not enjoy it?
“Thanks again, Cam,” she sighed dreamily as she cracked the door of her apartment over. Cam. Not Cameron. Cam. “I, um…I was thinking about catching up on a few episodes of a new show I’ve been watching. Maybe order a pizza? You can…”
His eyebrows lifted.
Consent.
Permission.
She cleared her throat, her eyes darting away from his nervously, “You can join if you want. Or not. I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do or people to see. Gosh, I—“
Confirmation.
Cameron smiled. Whoever he had to thank for turning the hands of time in his favor, he would do so with glee and reverence. His head bobbed twice. “For sure. What the birthday girl wants, she gets, right?”
CAMERON CADE…kept a respectable distance between himself and Serenity. Not because he wanted to, no, because he needed her to feel safe.
Safe enough to come running into his arms when mishaps like this occurred—when a boyfriend unworthy of possessing the heart of a deity walking, fumbled like a failed pass. He would always be there. He wanted to be there. Whenever she needed him, however she needed him.
He was hers.
Three episodes of The Morning Show had passed by the time her head had fallen against his shoulder. She smelled nice, like fresh peonies that bloomed at the break of spring. Her curls tickled the base of his nose, but he didn’t mind it.
He wondered how often she washed her hair. Based on the minimal frizz, he guessed once a week. Her hair always smelled like fresh linen and strawberries on a warm day. He’d give anything to run his fingers across her scalp and listen to her purr.
Cameron shifted, and he regretted it. Slowly, she raised her head from his shoulder and rubbed her heavy eyelid with the stump of her hand. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I think that’s my sign to call it a night. Thank you for spending my birthday with me, Cam. I appreciate you.”
I.
Appreciate.
You.
I as in Serenity. You, as in Cameron. She, Serenity, appreciated him, Cameron. For doing what that wimp of a boyfriend should have done without question. Without hesitation. Hmph. That would be too bad—to have his woman swept from underneath him like a rug.
How pitiful.
Cameron smiled—that charming smile that solidified him as the good guy. The one she could trust and count on. The smile that had her lashes fanning over her cheeks as her eyes dropped to his lips.
Oh?
“Thanks for letting me spend it with you,” he said cooly, allowing his hand to brush against her kneecap. Not lingering for too long. Not too high up the leg. Appropriate. Acceptable. Enough for whatever ounce of control she thought she had to fly out the window with her dignity.
Serenity sighed and glanced at his hand. It’d retracted and rested on the blanket they shared. Acted as a barrier between two lonely islands. She didn’t want to be on a lonely island. Her brown eyes bounced between his stormy duo, dropped toward his lips again, and returned to his irises once more.
He followed every movement.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He asked, much less curious, and more interested in the revelation that simmered deep within her bones, and fought to rise to the surface.
She wanted him—he could tell. Her soft gaze and gentle touches implied more than she thought. I want you, they said loudly and clearly, like someone shouting from the top of the Empire State Building for all to hear, to witness.
Her lips parted slowly.
Just say it…please, baby, for me.
“Kiss me.”
The prize for not being weary in well-doing.
His mouth covered hers before she could register it. A moan dropped from her lips and ascended toward his ears like a melody—low and controlled, but disruptive to the self-control and devotion he prided himself on.
He felt her left hand grip the blanket that rested between them. She slid beneath the cotton and onto his lap as she’d belonged there—a queen settled on her throne. Her fingers, clad with gold jewelry, slid down his chest and clutched the soft fabric of his shirt. His abdomen flexed beneath her touch, and he groaned deeply.
If these were the benefits of availability and patience, why would no other man walk in such a way?
CAMERON CADE… was pleased when she revealed she'd broken up with her boyfriend. Grinned from ear to ear like he'd won something big.
He did.
He’d won unadulterated access to pursue her with no roadblock in the way. And when she leaned forward and said against his lips, 'Cameron Cade, you are the best man I've known in a while,' he knew he had her.
Right where he guided her.
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synopsis: you loved fezco, at least you thought you did until you began cheating on him with the resident drug addict.
warning(s): cheating, canon relationships, suggestive language.
author's note: this is just the opposite of the weekend. i kinda prefer this perspective though. also, sorry for ghosting yall for an entire year, lol. lowkey proofread but not really. enjoy my loves :).
wc: 1.1k
You stared at his name across the screen. It took every fiber of your being to resist swiping your finger and answering the call. It wouldn't be the first time, but you wanted it to be the last. You couldn't toy with your emotions any longer, and it was about time that one of you got realistic.
You sighed when you finally heard the phone stop ringing. The light on your phone dimmed, so you assumed that was the end of it.
He finally took a hint, you thought to yourself as you turned over in your sheets. You could finally shut your eyes and lull yourself back to sleep.
That was until your ears perked up at the sound of soft knocks on your bedroom window. You shot up out of your covers, eyes darting towards the window in shock once you realized who was standing outside.
Snatching your robe off the vanity chair and engulfing your body in its warmth, you quickly rose out of bed and unlocked the window, sliding it up, "Are you fucking crazy, Elliot?!" you whisper-screeched as he climbed through and into your room.
"You weren't answering your phone," he mumbled.
"So that means show up at my window? If my mom were here, she'd kill both of us!"
"I just wanted to talk to you. I needed to talk to you." His big brown eyes stared into yours, desperation plaguing his demeanor.
A deep sigh came from your mouth, which seemed to catch his attention as he furrowed his brows at the act, "Why have you been avoiding me?"
"...I don't have an answer to that."
"Y/N, it's been two weeks since–"
"I know, okay? I know," you cut him off, running your fingers through your freshly done knotless braids while shaking your head, "Listen, what we had–"
"Had?"
"Yes, Elliot, had. We can't keep doing this."
Elliot was becoming visibly bewildered by your words.
"Why? Because of your 'boyfriend?'" He air quoted.
The tone in his voice made him sound truthfully confused. It almost bothered you how hard he tried, because you didn’t realize until now how far of a hole you dug yourself into. Feelings were involved. Genuine feelings. You couldn’t escape them, which is why you just… ghosted. It was easier for you that way, to run and just let him pick up what you were throwing down.
But you weren’t prepared for Elliot to be this persistent. When you two first started messing around, you made it abundantly clear that it was temporary. That soon dwindled, and the more you continued to fuck him, kiss him, and fall for him, the more the lines began to blur.
Now you were confused. Both of you were. Elliot was confused because he believed that his charm would lead you to break up with Fezco eventually, which was never an option in your mind. You loved your boyfriend, at least you thought you did. Had you loved him a little more, you were sure that you wouldn’t be in this position.
But you were trying to right your wrongs. You were sick of feeling guilty every time you indulged in the lust and desire that Elliot enthused you with.
“Yes, i that what you wanted to hear?” You breathlessly spoke, “I…I’m sorry, I just…” You sat on the edge of your bed and looked up at him, “I don’t want to hurt him. He’s a really good guy,” you murmured, sniffling up the tears that threatened to fall, “He doesn’t deserve this.”
Elliot took note of your sympathetic behavior and found a spot next to you, not one word being uttered until you began to speak again, “I like you, Elliot, I do… But I love him more,” you declared through teary eyes.
“You keep talking about how much you love him…” he muttered, “But you somehow always end up in my bed,” he spoke, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips.
“That was before. I’m done now. This is over, don’t you get it?” You tell him, staring into his eyes.
“Oh no, I understand perfectly,” he bitterly responded, “You’re trying to get rid of me so that you don’t get caught up.” He stood up and slowly paced the room, watching you as your head was down, focusing on picking the hangnail on your finger, “Trying to pretend like you love him more when you tell me something very different when I’m inside of you–”
“Stop it.”
“Trying to get rid of the guilt you feel when I have you all fours screaming my name…”
“Elliot.” you gritted.
“Trying to do away with me because you’re starting to fall for me…”
“Elliot, stop, just stop it! I’m not trying to do anything. We’re done!” You yelled, shooting up from where you sat, “Get the fuck out!” You pointed to where he first emerged from, “I never want to see you again.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I mean every single word.”
You hadn’t realized how close you were to him until his nose lightly grazed yours. Your chest heaved as anger shot throughout your body. He was taunting you at this point. Not that you could fault him, because it was obvious that he was taking plays from your playbook. It was impressive, to say the least.
Snapping out of the trance that he suddenly had you under and taking a few steps backward to create distance between you and him, “Now go.”
Letting out a breathy laugh, he stuffed his pockets with his hand and shook his head at you. “You can lie to me, you can lie to him, but you can’t lie to yourself,” he said before slowly trotting toward the window and disappearing into the night.
You can’t lie to yourself… he was right, and you hated–no. You despised it.
You wanted so badly for him to be wrong and he wasn’t. About everything that he said to you. You wanted to dispose of the relationship that you encouraged from the very beginning. You knew how thoughtless it was to keep this going, but you didn’t want it to end. And now it was over, yet you felt no relief. You were still trapped within your mind and left to reflect.
You just shook your head and mumbled, “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” and lay in your bed. Sure enough, the idea of sleep was now faint and all you could think about was what he said to you. It made you feel icky. It made you feel gross.
How could you love Fez and Elliot at the same time? It had to have been impossible, but it was the only reasonable explanation for why you persisted in seeing Elliot and dating Fez.
You contrasted so many reasons why but chalked it up to the need to be wanted. It was a hard pill to swallow, but it was the unfortunate truth. Elliot wanted you because Fez did, and you wanted Elliot because he wanted you. A simple reason met with a complicated circumstance.
If only you could do away with Elliot, because, once again, he was right. You did fall for him.
"Ohh baby.. I missed this." He moaned as his tongue flickers into your folds, slurping your juices with a mix of his saliva.
He curls his fingers who is knuckles deep into you as you gripped the blanket biting your lips too shy to even make out the sluttiest noise.
"Let it out pretty girl, i wanna hear your sweet noise." he said before moving his fingers to sonic knows faster than a vibrator, making you feel your own juices as he admires how your body twitches from the friction and pleasure.
If he can make you cum in his fingers what more on his dick.
"I'm sorry baby, i just can't control myself everytime i see you like this.." He whispered with a groan trying to behave himself for disturbing you in your sleep as he slowly pushing up your lacey sleep wear exposing your breast.
It was never an issue to you that dominic comes home late from his gig, as long as you get to stay with him the whole day.
Usually everytime dominic comes home from a very sweaty night the first thing he will do is step inside the bathroom and shower, you made it clear for him that you don't like outside clothes and sweaty skin in the bed. That's understandable and that's the very first reason why he make an effort on doing your wishes instead of making you upset.
Well everything is different tonight some of his assistant keeps on pissing him off, the fans they are overstimulating him, he wants to stop singing mid way just to piss their night off.
On the way home his manager is bugging him saying it's obvious on how bitchy he is earlier while performing how he should fix his attitude, Everyone that would look past him while driving will know how much he wanna scream and curse everyone out.
On your shared home he sees you sleeping so gracefully how every breath you take looks elegant, he just want to ruin you and take his anger out on you.
That's how everything escalated from him stealing a little kisses on your neck to him pulling up your sleep wear pulling your panties to the side as his tip carelessly rubbing through your folds.
You are taking your consciousness as he slowly entering inside of you with the help of your wetness that has been damping your underwear.
"It's just me baby, Oh shit.. I'm sorry if i wake you up this late.." Dominic explains through out his groans as a moan liberated out of your mouth one last thrust before your cunt swallow his whole length.
"You look so beautiful huh?" Him talking you through it waiting for your body to settle and calm on his length, "Can i move now?" He asked before earning a nod from you.
Dominic starts moving in a gently slow pace massaging both of your breasts leaving out a kisses between it was all calm sweet it was a very loving kind of touches. Until all the memories from earlier came back damping into him like a bucket full of ice.
With that he starts thrusting into you in a lot more faster pace very far away from his pace earlier, which makes your boobs move same as the lace of your sleep wear is moving down from your shoulders to your arms as you stretched it out to hold on dominic's arms.
"You must be waiting for me for too long, don't worry baby I'll ditch them tomorrow.." He reassured you stopping mid way to pull both of your legs to hang on his arms before completely slamming into you making a tears of pleasure come out of your eyes as you squint completely wetting your lashes.
"You look so good baby, my cry baby." he remarked as you are starting to hear the bed bang into the wall even though there's already a pillow separating both of them, it's not like you care about the neighbors. Both of you live in a very romantic place and both of you know damn well they did the same thing you guys are doing right now every night so all of you call it quits.
"I'm gonna cum dom.." You muttered through out the moans as your nails is starting to grip on his biceps, "Cum for me baby, I'll hold mine i want you to cum for me twice before i do." he remarked leaving out a smile before attacking out your neck removing his other arm from your leg to rub down your clit as his thrust grew more harder as you release on him.
You didn't hear what he said as you yelp out in confusion when he hang both of your legs into his shoulder and thrusting up into you again holding your waist in place as you cried out in pleasure completely wetting your cheeks.
He raised his head up out of pleasure before seeing your reflection in the mirror that is placed in the ceiling, "You're glowing, look at you from the top don't you look majestic.." he said placing a hand on your cheeks after he gently let go of your legs making you look to your reflection.
It was a short chitchat about him looking down on you and praising you before he lift your waist up again and pound of you like there's no tomorrow, it was not the best position for you making you cover your face out of embarrassment muting out your moans.
"Come on pretty girl don't cover your face, unless you want me to tie your hands up your head.." Dominic warned with a chuckle before sucking up your neck that would leave a bruise as his necklace that has your initial on it is tickling down your breast the same rhythm as his thrust making you unable to talk from the moans washing your thoughts out.
With that dominic adjusted his legs to more comfortable before pouncing into you again finishing both of you undone, "Oh fuck, just put a baby into you love.." he murmured rubbing out your stomach as you are catching your breath, "You will make such a good mom baby.."
"Dom, i missed you.." You weakly said as he snakely hugged you lifting you to sit up with him still sitting on his dick as he coop his face on your neck. "I do too baby, schedule has been fucking me up. I just want to end this and make a family with you.." he rambled which every noise is buzzing down to vibrate on your skin as you gently caress his scalp.
"We will soon love don't worry, we don't have to rush things." You assured him as it has been a very big dream of both of you to build a family and raise everyone out of love and care.
synopsis: just a few drabbles/headcanons of elliot in the outer banks universe.
author's note: i saw one euphoria and obx crossover and now i'm obsessed with the idea of these worlds colliding because hello!? might write an entire fic based on this..
warnings: outer banks!au, fluff
obx!au!elliot only visits outer banks during the summer. his father was born and raised in the cut, so when school is out, he lived with him until he got shipped back to east highland for the fall.
obx!au!elliot loves to skateboard, courtesy of his california native roots. it was hard to adjust to the adversities that north carolina had to offer, but somehow skateboarding and taking in the beautiful atmosphere of the OBX was worth it.
pogue!reader first laid her eyes on elliot during a warm afternoon in late may. summer had just begun and you were routinely fucking around with your friends when they noticed the 'new boy' skating around the city. it was john b's idea to introduce yourselves to him and you've been captivated by him ever since.
obx!au!elliot was relieved when the pogues took him underneath their wing. he was fully expecting to spend the summer in his own antisocial bubble like he was used to, but meeting the pogues made him believe that this summer might be more exciting than he had imagined. especially when he saw you.
obx!au!elliot took a likeness to your beauty, but your bubbly, and carefree personality was what reeled him in completely. the more he hung out with the pogues, the closer he got to you.
obx!au!elliot would convince you to sneak out of your mom's house at two a.m. to teach you how to skatebord. after almost five hours of practice you still couldn't, but he thought it was cute watching you try.
pogue!reader would show elliot all of her favorite secret spots in the cut. one in particular being an amazing waterfall hidden in the woods that was riddled with extravagant greenery and a lake.
obx!au!elliot would totally learn how to play the ukulele since he was already familiar with the guitar. he would sit in your bay window and play cute little tunes while you sat on your bed and painted your toenails.
⸻ super sweet, but can get really riled up and angry when she feels disrespected, jealous, or insecure. when she’s angry or upset she finds it really hard to hold herself back, if she has something mean to say, she’ll make sure it’s heard, whether it’s complaining to her boyfriend or personally messaging whoever she has said issue with.
fashionable princess
⸻ always experimenting with her style, and helping her boyfriend look as stylish as her. constantly online shopping for new pieces to add to her wardrobe! she’s always making drew play ‘dress up’ with her, making him give his honest opinion. and despite her not believing his 5/5’s for every outfit, he honestly thinks that she can pull literally anything off.
homebody city girl 🎀
⸻ as much as she loves going out, being shown off, & partying. she loves staying in, especially with her boyfriend. wanting to keep that little bit of privacy she has left while dating an A list celebrity and making it known that she is his and he is hers is difficult.
college girl
⸻ what’s a pretty girl without the brains? takes her studying very seriously and wants to do well for herself. nothing more she loves then showing off her much older boyfriend by bringing him around campus or to her dorm to have him “help her study”. (she gets distracted by his beefiness and begs him to fuck her)
PLSS WRITE MORE ELLIOT SMUT, UR THE ONLY WRITER I ACTUALLY LIKE, I DONT HAVE ANY IDEAS SO JUST HAVE FUN WITH IT
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a/n: This is actually so sweet , I’m very honoured omg. I’m here :))
warnings: smut, fingering, pussy drunk elliot
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PRETTY HALLWAY GIRL
You’ve seen him around school. His bleached blonde locks and his plump lips. His clothes.
You imagined showing up to school in one of his shirts, how it would smell like him. Then you felt like banging your head against your locker because what the fuck? You’ve never even spoken together. Well you’ve never had a conversation that is- you’ve made up excuses to talk to him throughout the year: had he seen a leather jacket around here? Had he done homework for history? And whatever other pathetic idea you came up with.
And here you were in P.E running track. Elliot never really participated, just hung around wearing anything but gym clothes and your teacher had already given up on him. You were out of breath, running and running partly to impress him and party because you feared your teacher a little bit. You run so hard you don’t even notice when you pull the excellent move of running right into him. He grunted and you let out a yelp as you both fell onto the ground, face land in right into the burnt sienna colour of the worn out track.
“What the fuck” Elliot mumbled, trying to get up from the ground. You rolled onto your back to give him access and you looked up at the sky, mortified.
“Fuck me im so sorry” you whispered holding your hands over your face as if that would make it better. He sat up clumsily on his elbows and wiped the dirt from his arms as he looked at you on the ground. At first he looked sort of annoyed, brows furrowed and lips parted as he searched your very hidden face. Then he chuckled, humming as an amused expression spread on his face.
It surprised you so much that you slowly moved your hands from your face to look at him in bewilderment. “I know you like me, but I didn’t know you’d actually fall for me doll” he teased with a cocked brow. Your eyes widen as you hurriedly sat up and winced from the dizzying feeling it gave you.
“I don’t like you!” you huffed, trying to straighten your spine to seem… chill. Casual; yeahhh it’s all good I don’t care.
He actually fucking laughed this time, wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand as he shrugged. “Cool. Well even though you don’t like me” *he said with a very unbelieving tone as he stood up from the ground and stretched out a hand* “you can help me get out of this class by pretending to be a little bit more hurt than that yeah? I have to take you to the school nurse or some shit” he said with a dismissive, careless hand. Your heart pounded as you took his hand and he lifted you to the ground.
“Sure. But I’m only doing this for my own uh, my own sake” you tried. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinised your face and your lips parted in a nervous breath as your eyes fluttered to look anywhere but him.
“Whatever- your lip is actually bleeding but you’re standing wayyy to straight to be believable” He said, enjoying how nervous you got, a small satisfied smile splaying on his lips as his big brown eyes looked you over.
“Right” You mumbled as you doubled over yourself to look more hurt.
“Way too much doll” he chuckled. You blushed. He put your arm over his neck and pretended to help you into the school again. You didn’t even hear his lame excuse to the teacher, too focused on the way your mouth went dry as he helped you limp away until you turned to a secluded corner outside the school where he let you go. You straightened and stiffened as you awkwardly waited for… well you didn’t really know.
Elliot took a step closer, making you bump into the wall behind you. “Relax im just fixin’ your face” he said, amused by your nervous demeanour as his thumb swipes over the slit of blood on your lower lip. You winced, looking intensely at how close his face way. His brown puppy eyes darted up to yours. “You know I can tell when you stare at me right?” He whispered.
Your breath hitched and your jaw ticked as you tried to come up with a good excuse. Anything, anything. You found him ugly. His hair was… ugly… no you had nothing but the truth.
“You’re just nice to look at I guess” you shrugged, but your voice betrayed the casual demeanour.
“Man you can’t say stuff like that” he rubbed his hand over his face as you spoke trying to hide his own flushed state. He might seem cool but Elliot wasn’t exactly used to pretty girls like you acting like he was some sort of popular high school jock. And he hadn’t expected you to admit to anything.
“Why not?” you asked softly, blinking up at him with genuine curiosity and he nearly combusted. Of course he’d noticed. He just didn’t know how to fucking act on it because you were so… soft and…
“Drives me fucking insane” he mumbled in a low voice as his eyes darted between yours. You were so genuinely bewildered and also felt so confident for once. His eyes briefly glanced at your lips.
“Is it still bleeding?” You asked in a shaky whisper, pressing into the wall as your hand basically clawed at the brick behind you. Your lip still throbbed.
His eyes narrowed as he shamefully looked back at your lip. “Yeah. Let me help. A favour for a favour or whatever” he grumbled as he leaned forward. You barely registered what was happening before his soft lips pressed to yours and his warm tongue slid over the wound to soothe it. You stiffened against the wall and he pulled back slightly, his warm breath fanning over your lips.
“I thought you wanted this, don’t go all weird on me now doll” he mumbled with an amused grin. It was enough to snap you out of it.
“Right- right” you whispered and leaned forward again to press your lips to his. His hands slid around your waist as he pressed you to the wall. Your head thumped against the brick. “Ow” you mumbled into his mouth and he blushed and smiled. “Fuck, sorry”
It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter as his warm hand slid under your shirt and ran over the sweaty skin, tracing the line of your shorts. “Elliot” you whispered nervously and he pulled back slightly, a string of spit connecting your now kiss swollen lips as his big brown eyes looked you over with furrowed brows.
“Do you even know my name?” You huffed, fiddling with the hem of his big t-shirt. He arched a brow.
“Pretty hallway girl. Sits behind me in history. Sort of clumsy. Hauled me to the ground.” He recited amused and you stifled a laugh. That was good enough for you and you pulled him back into you. It was clumsy, messy and hurried and suddenly his warm hand slipped under your waistband. You gasped and looked down.
“Is this okay? Can I touch you? Jus’ really wanna touch you.” He asked breathlessly, almost pleading and you nodded hurriedly up at him, keeping eye contact as his hand went under your panties. His fingers were cold compared to how molten and wet you were and you gasped as your hips bucked slightly into his hand. His lips parted and his eyes soften as he felt you, running a finger up and down.
“How’d you get so wet?” He asked with a flush, genuinely breathless at the feeling. Your cheeks reddened profusely.
“I think it started when you looked at me like that for the first time a couple minutes ago” you whispered, aching for the way he suddenly noticed you, and not only saw you but looked like he wanted you.
One of his fingers slipped inside of you and you tightened around it over and over again. People could see you if they walked around this corner and it all felt a little filthy and you ground against his finger mindlessly. “Shit doll I should’ve done this sooner” he said with genuine fascination as he looked at where his hand dissapear Ed into your shorts and your hips bucked. He curled his finger slightly and it made you keen. He had obviously been with people but it felt like he was a damn virgin all over again right now and he couldn’t believe how responsive you were being.
“Can I put- can I put another one in?” He asked shamelessly, pupils blown as he looked at your needy face. “Yeah” you breathed out and whined as he stretched you with another finger, sliding them in and out. Your wetness deeper into your shorts and he stuttered out a breathy, incoherent sound as he saw it. “Shit you’re so tight how are you so…” he felt fucking pussydrunk just from this as your hips ground onto his two fingers.
You fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, and he stumbled into you. Your eyes pleaded up at him. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted and he looked almost mesmerised. It made you flutter all over and your clit throbbed at how you suddenly had his attention, all over you, almost feeling like you were the one in control now. “Please make me cum, Elliot” You choked out at how his fingers moved torturously slow just for his own pleasure of feeling you warm and wet around him. Your words started him out of it and he blinked rapidly.
“Right, yeah fuck.. wanna make you cum” he whispered and pressed into you as his thumb rapidly moved over your clit now, his fingers curling, moving in and out and he used everything he had to get you there. The way his thumb messily, *frantically* swiped over your clit from how desperate he was to make you cum was so endearing and you were obsessed. So obsessed with how flushed he was that you locked up around his fingers, seizing them as your gym shorts got positively ruined. My mouth opened as I arched off the wall. He saw and pressed his chest into yours immediately to feel you. He couldn’t even move his fingers with how tight you locked up around him and he accidentally ground his hips into you, pressing his weeping hardness into your hip.
“That’s it- that’s its doll” he whispered quickly, fascinated, horny as fuck. When you finally relaxed he pulled his fingers out of you slowly and your slick gleamed in the sunlight on his two fingers. He wanted to lick them but tried to contain himself as he wiped them in his shirt instead.
“That was-“ you breathed out but just as soon you heard a group of people around the corner, their shows crunching in the gravel. Elliot moved sickly and took his zip up hoodie from around his waist and wrapped it around yours to hide your soaked shorts. My head whipped up to his face at the small but kind gesture before he pressed a had into my back and I stumbled forward as we started walking to seem casual.
“So uhm” he wiped his nose, glancing at the unsuspecting students turning the corner. “Does the pretty hallway girl want to get out of here?” He asked, feigning casualty as he internally pleaded for you to come with him home so maybe you’d return the favor. He was positively obsessed after what just happened.
✦ it’s midnight, and the glow from the streetlights seeps through the blinds of elliot’s bedroom. you’re both sprawled out on his bed, your legs tangled together under the sheets.
his guitar rests in the corner, a reminder of the songs he played earlier—songs that always seemed to say more than his words ever did.
the room is quiet now, except for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the soft sounds of your breathing. you lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the unspoken thoughts pressing down on you.
elliot’s beside you, his arm draped lazily across his eyes, as if he’s trying to block out the world—or maybe just the things he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
you glance over at him, studying the familiar lines of his face, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead, the hint of a smirk that always seems to linger on his lips. it’s a face you’ve come to know so well, and yet, there’s always a part of him that feels just out of reach.
“elliot,” you say softly, breaking the silence.
he hums in response, not moving, but you know he’s listening.
“do you ever think about… us?” the question hangs in the air, vulnerable and loaded with all the emotions you’ve been trying to keep at bay.
elliot sighs, finally moving his arm to look at you. his expression is unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart ache. “what do you mean?”
you turn on your side to face him fully, propping yourself up on one elbow. “i mean… is this all we are? just… casual?”
he doesn’t answer right away, and that silence is all the confirmation you need. you feel a pang of disappointment, but you’ve come this far, and you need to hear him say it.
“i like what we have,” he finally says, his voice careful, as if he’s trying to find the right words. “it’s easy, you know? no pressure, no expectations… just us, having a good time.”
you bite your lip, trying to keep the frustration and sadness from spilling over. “but what if i want more? what if i need more than just… casual?”
elliot’s eyes flicker with something—regret, maybe, or guilt—but he doesn’t reach out for you. instead, he looks away, his fingers picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “i don’t know if i can give you that,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
the words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you feel the tears welling up despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. “why not?”
he shrugs, and there’s a sadness in his eyes now, a vulnerability that he rarely lets you see. “i guess i'm just… not good at that kind of thing. relationships, commitments… they scare me. i don’t want to hurt you.”
“but you already are,” you say, your voice trembling. “by not being honest with me, by keeping things… casual when you know i want more.”
elliot closes his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of your words is too much to bear. when he opens them again, they’re full of regret. “i'm sorry,” he says, and you can tell he means it, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
you sit up, pulling the sheets closer around you, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “i don’t think i can do this anymore, elliot. i can’t keep pretending that this is enough for me.”
he looks up at you, his expression pained. “i don’t want to lose you.”
“but you don’t want to keep me either,” you say softly, the realization cutting deep.
elliot doesn’t argue, and that’s how you know this is it. you nod, more to yourself than to him, as you slip out of bed and start gathering your things. the room feels colder now, the distance between you two growing with every second.
as you head for the door,elliot finally moves, sitting up in bed. “wait,” he says, his voice desperate, but you can’t look at him, not now.
“i need more than what you’re willing to give,” you say, your hand on the doorknob. “and i deserve that.”
with that, you leave, the door closing behind you with a finality that echoes in your chest. you walk out into the night, the cool air stinging your skin, but you keep going. it hurts, but you know this is what you need to do—for yourself.
as you leave elliot's place, the cool night air feels both refreshing and harsh against your skin. the ache in your chest is almost unbearable, but you keep walking, forcing yourself to focus on each step rather than the pain. you know you made the right decision, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
a few days pass, and you don’t hear from elliot. it’s agonizing, waiting for him to reach out, wondering if he’ll ever realize what he lost. you go about your days in a haze, trying to distract yourself with friends, work, anything that will keep your mind off him. but every time your phone buzzes, you can’t help but hope it’s him.
then, late one night, as you’re lying in bed, your phone lights up with a message. it's from elliot. your heart races as you open it, not sure what to expect.
“i can't stop thinking about u,” the message reads. “i know i messed up. can we talk?”
you stare at the screen, torn between hope and fear. you want to believe he’s ready to give you more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again. after a long moment, you decide to meet with him. if nothing else, you need closure.
the next evening, you meet at a small diner, one of the few places open late. elliot is already there when you arrive, sitting in a corner booth. he looks nervous, fidgeting with his cup, and the sight of him tugs at your heartstrings.
you slide into the seat across from him, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. the silence between you is heavy, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have been building up for days.
finally, elliot breaks the silence. “i’m sorry,” he says, his voice soft but earnest. “i was scared of losing you, so i thought keeping things casual would protect me from that. but all it did was push you away.”
you look at him, searching his eyes for the truth. “i can’t keep doing this, elliot. i need more than what you giving me.”
“i know,” he says, his gaze meeting yours. “and i want to try. i don’t want to lose you, and if that means facing my fears and trying to be the person you need, then i'll do it. i care about you more than i realized, and it took almost losing you to see that.”
his words are sincere, and for the first time, you see the vulnerability he’s been hiding behind his usual laid back demeanor. he’s scared, but he’s trying. and that means something.
you take a deep breath, letting his words sink in. “i need you to be honest with me, elliot. i need to know that you’re willing to give this a real chance.”
he reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “i am. i want to be with you, not just casually, but really with you. i’m not perfect, and i know i’ll probably mess up sometimes, but i’m willing to try. i don’t want to lose you.”
the sincerity in his voice and the way he’s looking at you make your heart swell. you can see that he’s scared, but he’s also willing to face those fears for you. and that’s all you needed to hear.
you squeeze his hand, a small smile playing on your lips. “okay,” you say softly. “let’s try.”
elliot smiles, a genuine, relieved smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “thank you,” he says, his voice full of emotion. “i won’t let you down.”
as you sit there, holding hands across the table, you feel a sense of hope that you haven’t felt in a long time. It won’t be easy, but you’re both willing to give it a real shot. and for the first time, that feels like enough.
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