Hi Daisy. I Hope You Had A Great Day. Im Sorry, I Know That Requests Are Closed So Im Sending This For

Hi Daisy. I hope you had a great day. I’m sorry, I know that requests are closed so I’m sending this for later (i hope that’s okay. I just didn’t want to forget)

But I saw this tweet and it made me think about Rio telling his wife “no” just once, and then she gets all petty, doing everything herself even the little things he do for her like him stopping by her fav bakery to get her some treats because she asked him to. Or even taking her car to get oiled and washed herself when he’s the one who usually do it. Lol like how dare you say no to me after all these years of spoiling me. So you know what? I’ll do everything myself. And maybe Rio gets annoyed because he likes doing things for her & now she’s not even giving him the chance to do that. Only if you want to write it. Thanks either way❤️ you better be drinking your water!

Hey, I hope you've had a great one as well! Requests have been open, I just thought I edited the description so I'm sorry! Also I just got a new water bottle so best believe!! 💛

word count ♡ 727

summary ♡ Rio finally tells reader "no" which is completely foreign to her.

situation ♡ fluffy-ish

warnings ♡ cursing

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Perks of having Rio as your man, you got everything you wanted; some things you didn’t even know that you wanted. Money to get your hair done? No issues. Weird craving in the middle of the night? He was grabbing his keys, no questions asked.

He was never too tired, and because you always reciprocated the energy, he’d do anything for you until...

“Nah.” Rio told you. It was like a movie scene, the record scratch and multiple cars screeching to a halt.

No? You didn’t know that word. It was not in your vocabulary nor in your mental dictionary.

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look.

“I said no.” He repeatedly, nonchalantly continuing to text his coworkers on his phone.

“Excuse me?” You had to repeat again as if you didn’t hear him the first two times.

“Y/N. We’re not getting a dog.” He said.

You didn’t know what to do with this information. It was so foreign to you. It almost hurt your feelings.

“But...why?” You gave him the most sorrowful look that he chuckled at.

“We already have Marcus running around here crazy, ain’t that enough?” He shrugged.

“So, you’re really saying no?” You asked again as if you didn’t know the answer.

“That’s what I said.” He smirked, thinking of how cute you were when you were upset.

“Bet.” You said, turning on your heels with an attitude. Since he wanted to tell you no, you were just going to do everything yourself from now on.

Was it petty and were you throwing a tantrum? Yes. Did you care? Nope.

“Did you get the oil changed? Why didn’t you ask me to go get it done for you?” Rio asked you the next day.

“I thought you were gonna say no.” You shrugged. He smirked, realizing you were still upset from the day before.

“You hungry?” He asked, pressing a kiss against your cheek. You leaned away from him to prevent his second kiss.

“I got it covered. Didn’t want you to say no to what I wanted to eat.” You continued scrolling on your phone.

He laughed under his breath. “You still mad I won’t let you get a dog?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Depends, can we get a dog?” You side eyed him.

“Nah.” He said again and you pushed him off.

“Then I’m mad.” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

He laughed completely this time. “You’re dramatic, mama.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go fuck myself. No biggie!” You said without turning around.

He brushed it off, figuring you’d get over it soon until anything he tried to do for you, you had already done it.

He loved doing everything for you, getting the car washed, and picking up your favorite snacks or foods. Once you continued doing it all on your own, he started to feel some type of way.

He knew what he had to do although he had already made up his mind it was never going to happen but here he was looking at the puppy he just adopted sitting in the backseat of his car.

He probably stood there for a good 5 minutes calculating how much he really loved you that he got you a puppy.

He finally got his phone out, texting you to come outside. He watched you slowly make your way over to him, arms folded with the same attitude for the past couple of days.

“Would you quit?” He asked, unfolding your arms and holding your hands. You rolled your eyes. “Can I just go back inside?”

He smirked. “Nah, I wanted to show you something.” He said, dragging it out.

“Is it half a million?” You asked.

“I gave you that already. Look in the back.” He nodded his head towards the car.

You opened the car door with a sigh until you saw the exact puppy you wanted from the shelter.

Rio immediately covered his ears once you shrieked with excitement.

“A puppy! Oh, you’re so cute. Come here, baby.” You picked him up.

You cradled him, running your hands through his fluffiness. “I love you already. You’re so cute, and soft, and sweet...” You went on and on, carrying him back to the house completely forgetting about Rio.

He followed after, realizing that you won yet again.

“You’re so damn spoiled!”

ANGEL

summary: elliot realises he has feelings for you after he gets jealous and causes a scene at a party.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, violence, blood

You thrived in the atmosphere of a party. You were intoxicated on the energy, not even needing alcohol or drugs to feel euphoric. The loud music, happy faces, dancing bodies, everything about a party made you happy.

Elliot was always accompanying you to whatever parties you wanted to go to. He felt a certain need to protect you, watching you like a hawk from the sidelines of every party you attended together. He felt at ease as you danced with your friend Kat and looked away to have a proper conversation with Rue.

“I’m gunna go get another drink!” Kat yelled over the blaring music. You nodded continuing to sway your body to the beat as she walked off, leaving you alone on the dance floor.

But you weren’t alone for long, a guy who you recognised from school came up behind you, hands holding your hips. You leaned into him with a smile, your bodies moving in sync.

“Damn. Look at Y/N, didn’t know she could move like that,” Rue laughed.

Elliot’s eyes snapped over to you and he swore he saw red. Watching you dance with whoever the hell you were dancing with. His hands touching your body. His eyes narrowed at the scene, from the smile in your face he could tell you we’re actually enjoying it.

“Fuck this,” Elliot said, pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to you.

It all happened so fast, the guy you were dancing with being pushed to the floor, Elliot punching the shit out of him until his knuckles were red, the guy got a few punches in too, making Elliot’s nose bleed.

“Elliot!” You gasped, pulling your friend away from the boy. “Elliot, stop. What the hell?!” You yelled, worry clear in your eyes as a crowd of people swarmed around the fight. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the ground.

You dragged him to the bathroom and locked the door. “Sit,” you ordered and he listened to your instruction, sitting down on the edge of the tub. You grabbed some tissue paper, holding it against his bleeding nose. “Keep pressure on it,” you said, snatching a clean towel from the rack and wetting it with warm water.

“I’m sorry,” Elliot said, realisation hitting him in the face. He had feelings for you, strong feelings. He wanted you all to himself.

You sighed, glancing over at him. “It’s fine, but why did you do it? He wasn’t hurting me,” you said.

“He was all over you, fucking freak,” Elliot said, anger rising once more at the mere memory. “And you were enjoying it!”

You screwed your face up. “So? I was just dancing,” you replied, taking the bloody tissue from his face and throwing it in the trash. You grabbed the wet towel, cleaning the blood from his face.

“I don’t like it when you dance like that with other people,” Elliot said, tilting his head so you could clean him up.

“I don’t like you getting into fights with people,” you replied. “What’s the problem anyway Elliot? We aren’t dating,” you said, moving the now bloody towel from his face and throwing it into the tub.

He looked down at his hands and you sighed, wrapping your arms around him, shaking your fingers through his hair. Elliot melted into your touch, resting his head against your stomach.

“I’m sorry Elly, but i’m allowed to dance with whoever I want. It’s not your place to punch a guy who takes interest in me if we aren’t dating,” you said. He closed his eyes, humming at your words. “Talk to me,” you said.

“What if I want to date you?” He mumbled.

You thought you had heard him incorrectly. “What?” You said, eyebrows knitted together.

“I said what if I want to date you?” He repeated, looking up at you.

“Why would you want that?” You laughed, nervously, removing your hands from his hair.

“Because you’re an angel, Y/N. You’re everything I could ever want in a woman,” he said. “You’re beautiful and you care for me, which is something that not a lot of people do.”

You smiled at his words. “Of course I care for you Elliot, you mean the world to me,” you said, sitting next to him on the tub. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I want you to be my girl, Y/N. Wanna protect you and hold you close at night, show you off to the world, introduce you to everyone I meet as my girlfriend,” Elliot said. “And actually have a justifiable reason to punch guys in the face when they touch you.”

You felt your skin heat up, your smile completely uncontrollable. “You’re so sweet, Elliot,” you said, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So? What do you say?” He asked. “Wanna be my girlfriend?”

You leaned over, pressing a firm kiss against his lips, something you had wanted to do for a while now. “Yes Elliot, I wanna be your girlfriend,” you said.

He grinned, holding both your cheeks and kissing you again.

─ in the night.

premise: while high, you and elliot had an amazing idea.

pairing: elliot x f!reader.

warnings: being recorded. unprotected sex. creampie. dom!elliot sub!reader. degradation. oral sex (m!receiving). squirting. facial. and more idk, just smut.

word count: 1,285.

A/N: this was wild oh my god, not proofread.

you giggled to yourself while you walked around elliot’s room, trying to find his old camcorder. you both were laying on his bed when you suggested the idea, your boyfriend slowly turned his head to you and smiled at your idea.

“i found it” you said while closing his desk’s drawer, walking on his direction and handing it to him with a small smirk on your face, already feeling excited about what was going to happen.

you took off your tank top and pants while waiting for your boyfriend to give you an instruction, leaving you only with a pink lace bra and thong, you could barely hear the small whimper that left elliot’s lips, and before you knew it the viewfinder was portraying your silhouette.

he grabbed a bundle of your hair and yanked you to your knees. he yanked your head back so you could look up to him. he didn’t indicate you to do anything, but the sound of him urgently undoing his pants told you enough.

“open wide, doll.” he demanded.

you opened your mouth and sticked your tongue out, he lowered your head and shoved his dick into your mouth, making you gag as you adjusted to his already urgent thrusts in your mouth.

he didn’t give you a second to catch your breath between thrusts, you made little sounds, whimpers and barely audible moans left your mouth as he fucked his dick on your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disapproval on his face as he watched you take his dick.

“don’t be shy.” he said stroking your cheek. “let the camera hear you.” he continued while he kept thrusting in your mouth.

you played up your moans so he could hear just how much you enjoyed having his dick in your mouth, gagging every time his tip reached your throat.

you watched him change the camera angle, your throat getting on the frame, portraying the outline of his thick dick moving in and out, tears threatening to leave your eyes as you moaned loudly around him.

he returned the camera to your face, letting you see how you looked, how much you were actually drooling and how watery your eyes looked.

“do you like chocking on my dick, doll?” he asked.

you moaned a “yes”, he yanked your hair to get your mouth off his dick, making you moan as you looked up to the camera.

he angled the camera down to focus on the saliva on your breasts, his free hand moving to your bra, playing with the straps of it, letting them fall off your shoulders.

“take it off” he said while his hand cupped one of your breast, squeezing it softly for the camera.

you didn’t hesitate, immediately unhooking your bra and throwing it to the side, elliot never taking the camera out of your breasts.

“spit on them baby, come on” he encouraged while he moved his hand to his dick, stroking it slowly, you cupped your breasts and spit in the crease between them, looking right into his eyes as you messaged your saliva all over them.

“can you tell the camera what i’m gonna do?” he asked mockingly, you smiled at him before you answered.

“fuck my tits” you answered, and he responded by sliding his dick in between your breasts, you bounced on your knees so you could help the stimulation.

he angled the camera in a way that now your face and tits were on the frame, definitely a sight for sore eyes, the camera captured the way your eyes never left his face, looking directly at him while he moaned your name.

his movements became erratic, you knew he was close so you started moving faster, suffocating his dick in between your breasts, and in a matter of seconds you felt how his warm cum painted your skin, some of it reaching your face.

two of your fingers collected his cum, and guided them to your lips, tasting him while you looked right into the camera.

he stepped out of his pants and underwear, helping you to your feet and handing you the camera, ordering you to lay your body on his soft mattress, the camera captured his movements.

he started to kiss down your body, his hands squeezing your tits while he licked the sticky white liquid out of your skin, making you moan loudly, he continued kissing down your stomach and thighs and finally reaching your sopping cunt.

“jesus babe, so wet you got your underwear all wet too” he rubs your clit through the thin material of your thong, he grabs the camera, getting a close up of your drenched core, he pulls down your underwear spreading your legs further so he can get a good view of you pussy.

he shows the camera your wet folds, his fingers move through your folds making you squirm. you take the phone from him as he does down on you licking your clit slowly and teasingly, his finges finding his wat through your walls, fingering you while he tasted you.

the camera picks up your sweet moans and whimpers. “oh baby, it feels so good” you moan. he kept stimulating you, one of his hands pushing down your belly, he wanted you to squirt on him. “fuck right there” grabbing his hair, pulling on it.

your legs throbbed while you came, soaking his sheets, his shirt and his face, a good part of your release going into his mouth, he took the camera out of your shaking hands and placed it on the nightstand, the camera was able to capture every single part of your bodies.

he took off his soaking shirt, your hands went to your breasts, playing with them as you waited for him. “so good, pretty boy” you compliment him. he smiled at you, kissing your lips before starting to tease your entrance with his dick. “i just want to be inside you” he said, he took the camera once again, showing the camera how he thrusted his dick inside of you, taking him completely.

the camera shows his perspective, slow and sensual, his dick sliding in and out of your walls, your manicured hands holding your bouncing tits, his free hand massaging your aching clit while you both moaned loudly.

“fuck” you whimpered. “so good” you cried while he moved faster, seeking his release and yours, he moved his fingers faster on your clit, making you moan louder, your hands living your tits, letting the bounce free for the camera.

“you feel so good, shit” he groaned, your walls squeezing him, the sound of the skin clapping filling the room along with your moans.

“i’m so close” you moaned, your voice shaky, his thrusts getting sloppier. “fucking me so good baby” you praised.

“yeah? it feels good?” he asked, his free hand going to your breasts, massaging one of them, making your nipples get harder on his palm.

“so good, so good” you repeated, you could taste your orgasm, your walls milking his cock, making him moan your name.

“cum with me, doll. wanna feel you” he moaned and you cried out, your thighs trembling around his hips while you came, moans and whimpers leaving your swollen lips, triggering elliot’s orgasm. “god, f-fuck.” he groaned and thrusted his hips all the way into you, spurting his cum deep on your cunt, shaky breaths left both of your lips while you traveled down your highs.

you blowed a kiss towards the camera and he stopped recording, carefully placing the camera on the bed, taking your body on his arms so he could cuddle you, his dick still resting inside your sticky walls.

masterlist.

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

Just friends (part 1) |  Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 1k

Prompt: reader asks fez to take her virginity?

Warning: nudity, first time (idk what to add)

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The first time it happened, you were the one to bring it up.

Being a virgin at seventeen sucked. All of your friends were talking about their experiences, comparing and discussing their sexual activities, but you were always left out. You weren’t a complete virgin though. You had done stuff with boys, but your cherry still hadn’t been popped and you were tired of not knowing what they were talking about. You wanted to be part of the conversation.

After listening to Maddy bragging about Nate’s big dick and how deep and hard and fast he pounded into her last night, you picked up your phone and sent a message to the first person who came to mind.

9:30pm [To: Fez] Will you take my virginity?

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Just friends (part 2) | Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warning: nudity, first time, drug use (idk what to add)

Note: thank you to @fezcossidepiece for finding the song

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

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On Friday, you and the girls went bowling. Neither of you were good at bowling, but Kat needed an excuse to not see Ethan, so it was perfect.

It was Cassie’s turn to roll her ball, so Maddy and Kat took turns asking you questions. You knew they would after you’d break the big news to them.

“Did you orgasm?”

“It was her first time. That’s unlikely,” Kat said.

To their surprise, you hummed.

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