#dom fike

[skateordiebitch]

girl i LOVE your fics.. ur such a diva i CANNOT u look so cool?!?! if i may, can i request something like dom x reader that always works late.. so basically by the time dominic is sleeping, reader gets home 😭 hear me out, i’ve had a literal DREAM about this.. like he’s just sleeping while reader comes home + cuddles him while he sleeps, if you get my point :3

i have so many ideas but i dont wanna stress u out at all by adding even more requests and stuff…

CLOSE TO YOU || D.F x reader

summary: dominic sleeps better when you’re next to him.

a/n: OMGGG this is so sweet🥹 and pls send them, i’ll write them eventually! it won’t stress me out :)

writing all of these make me feel so lonely sometimes like goddamn!!!! my turn when?!!!!! hope you guys enjoy, this one’s short but sweet <3

It was well past midnight when you pushed open the front door, careful not to let it creak too loudly. You slipped off your shoes, setting your bag down in its usual spot, and let out a tired sigh.

The apartment was dark, save for the faint glow of the nightlight Dominic had insisted on keeping in the hallway—“So you don’t trip over everything when you come in,” he’d said with a teasing grin.

You tiptoed through the quiet space, your heart softening as you approached the bedroom door.

Inside, Dominic was sprawled across the bed, his arm hanging off the edge and his hair sticking up in messy tufts.

He was completely knocked out, his slow, steady breathing filling the room.

The sight made your exhaustion melt away just a little. This was always the part of your day you looked forward to most—coming home to him, even if he was already fast asleep.

You slipped into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable, quietly brushing your teeth and washing off the stress of the day.

When you emerged, Dominic hadn’t moved an inch. He was still lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow as if it were you.

As you eased into bed, the mattress dipped slightly under your weight. The familiar warmth of Dominic radiated from where he lay, his face peaceful in the soft glow of the hallway light that filtered through the cracked door.

You moved slowly, careful not to jostle him too much as you slid under the blanket and shifted closer.

His cheek pressed into the pillow, hair messy and sticking up in every direction.

You paused for a moment to take him in, your heart swelling at how endearing he looked when he was like this—unguarded, relaxed, safe.

You reached out tentatively, brushing your fingertips along the bare skin of his arm. He stirred at the touch, his brow twitching in a small frown before it smoothed out again.

You couldn’t resist trailing your hand up to his shoulder, your fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns across his back.

His skin was warm under your touch, and you felt the tension in your own body begin to melt away.

As you inched closer, you tucked yourself into his side, resting your head against his back for a moment, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breath.

He was so warm, and the familiar scent of his cologne lingered faintly on his skin even now. It grounded you, making the day’s stress fade into a distant memory.

Carefully, you slid an arm around his waist, letting it rest just above his hip.

He shifted slightly at the movement, a low hum of approval slipping from his lips as if even in his sleep, he knew it was you.

Encouraged, you snuggled in further, pressing your front against his side. The blanket tangled slightly around your legs, but you didn’t care.

All that mattered was the way Dominic instinctively turned toward you, his body adjusting to accommodate you even while unconscious.

“Hmm,” he mumbled groggily, his voice thick with sleep as he stirred. His hand reached out, fumbling for yours under the covers.

When his fingers found yours, he intertwined them, pulling your hand snug against his chest. “You’re late,” he muttered, barely coherent but clearly teasing.

A soft laugh escaped your lips, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. “You’re asleep,” you whispered, your voice gentle. “Go back to dreaming, Dom.”

He murmured tiredly, his voice thick with sleep. “You’re home.”

Your heart twisted at the sound. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, your fingers trailing lightly over his cheek.

Dominic turned toward you, his eyes barely opening as a small smile curved his lips. “It’s okay. I always sleep better when you’re here.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Go back to sleep, Dom. I’m here now.”

He hummed in contentment, pulling you closer with an arm that felt far stronger than it should have for someone half-asleep. “Long day?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “But it’s better now.”

But instead of answering, he shifted again, this time rolling onto his side to face you. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you in closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you.

His leg tangled with yours under the blanket, and his nose brushed lightly against your temple.

You snuggled into his warmth, resting your head against his chest where you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The stresses of work, the late nights, the exhaustion—it all felt manageable in moments like this, with Dominic holding you close, even in his dreams.

“Goodnight, loser,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips as you closed your eyes.

Somewhere in his sleep, Dominic mumbled, “Goodnight, idiot,” and it was enough to make you feel whole again.

[brownskinlemon]

can you write aaaa… dominic fike x reader/gf surprises him after a show overseas and they have sum great ‘i mmissed u’ sex ? 💋✨

pairings: dom/fem!reader gf

word count: 2,047

warnings: smut, multiple 0rg@sms, fluff, swearing

authors not: this was super fun to write! ty for the requests <3

Bass boosted through the venue, an electric guitar riffing in the distance as you watched your boyfriend through a small tv in the green room. You were sitting on the couch, excitedly toying your fingers against the worn leather as you waited for Reed to give you the okay to head to Dominic’s hotel. It was 9pm already, you had been here for an hour, all without Dom’s knowledge. You had to see him perform before heading there to surprise him.

It started with the expected loneliness that filled your apartment when  he left for tour, and then a not-so-silly idea as he joked on the phone.

“I wish you could come see me in New Zealand.” He chuckled, you two talked for a bit more until you decided to pretend to head to bed. As he headed to sound check somewhere in Europe, you stayed up late, searching for the nearest ticket to meet him in New Zealand. It had taken some sneaky conversations with Reed and some planning but you had formulated a plan to surprise him in NZ.

Now, here you were, pulled out of your trance by Reed poking his head into the green room.

“He’ll be off in about 25. Driver’s outside and it’s about a 15 minute drive away.” He smiled softly.

You hopped up, following him down a dark hallway and exiting out through a side door, swiveling your head around as you headed to a blacked out SUV, surprised to find no fans waiting outside the venue.

“They’re on the other side.” Reed chuckled, reading your mind. “Here’s the hotel key. Now shoo!” He joked, urging you into the car.

The ride to the hotel was calm and beautiful, the sights of Auckland keeping you in awe. You arrived at the Sofitel hotel, trying to maintain your composure at how grand and pristine the building was. The lifestyle that Dom had created for you was still too much to take in at times.

After checking in, you headed to the bar to pass time, wanting to give Dominic time to shower. You knew how hard we went at shows, and you figured he’d want to be clean and refreshed to be surprised. The sexual tension that had been laced in you two’s recent texts hinted to you what tonight could look like.

While waiting, you got a text from Reed:

“He headed up to the room about 15 ago, you should be all good to go. Good luck xx.” You were suddenly overcome with nervousness as you made your way to the elevator. You two had been together for about 2 years and you still couldn’t help the nervousness that overcame you when you were reunited with him. You chewed gently on your bottom lip, tapping your foot as the elevator made its way to the penthouse suite. After tapping your key, you gently opened the door, closing it behind you and crossing your fingers in hope that he was still in the shower. As you made your way through the suite, you were met with ever growing sounds of music echoing in the bathroom, paired with the steady pour of the shower. You tiptoed past the bathroom door, making your way to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you. 

You kicked off your shoes, eyes catching yourself in the mirror, eyes scanning over the tight sundress you had decided on for today. Your eyes scanned over the room, suddenly met with a view that couldn’t be described as anything less than stunning. It was a top floor view, overlooking the whole city, the colorful lights gently illuminating the dim room.

You were taken out of your trance by a sudden deep voice behind you.

“What the fuck” 

You turned on your heels, eyes caught onto Dom in the doorway, clad only in pajama pants and his jaw agape as he tried to register that you were here, right in front of him.

“Surprise…” You said breathlessly with a shy smile, heart racing in your chest as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He strided over to you silently, lifting you up into his large arms, engulfing you in his scent. He dug his face into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing each other tighter than ever. After a few moments, he placed you on your feet gently, hands laced behind the small of your back as he ogled down at you like a schoolboy with a crush.

“You are fucking insane! How did you pull this off?” His voice slightly raspy from his concert earlier in the night.

“Blame Reed. He’s sneaky and an enabler. I came to him as a joke and he helped me figure it out.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. 

“I missed you so much today you have no idea.” He sighed contently. He leaned forward, kissing you slowly, leaning back a moment later to leave his forehead on yours.

“Is that so? Wanna show me how much?” You slyly remarked, suddenly hyper aware of the desire pooling your insides and raising your temperature.

His eyes shifted between yours, a darkness began to circle them as he realized what you meant. He nodded silently, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing you fervently, almost making your knees buckle. Your tongues danced together and he pulled you up into his arms again, finding the desk near the window to sit you on.

He pulled himself to stand between your legs, grabbing your neck gently and tilting it back for easy access to mark you. He switched between lightly ghosting over your most sensitive spots to littering marks all over your neck, driven on by the whines that left your throat.

He pulled back to scan over your body, hands running up and down your inner thighs..

“This dress looks, really fucking good on you. And it's…” His hand ghosted lightly over your clothed clit, making you gasp. “Easy access.” He smirked innocently at your reaction.

You whined at the loss of contact, hands gripping onto his biceps and eyes pleading up at him. He understood what those whines meant, cueing you to lift up as he gently pulled your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the large room. Your breath stalled in your chest at how he lowered himself onto his knees, keeping eye contact with you as he teased between your inner thighs, extremely close to where you needed him most. 

“Dom please I-” You were suddenly cut off by his pink lips wrapping around your clit, making you let out a high pitched sound at the sudden surge of pleasure, arching up into arms and leaning your head back onto the window behind you.  

You couldn’t help the way your hips grinded up into his tongue that circled you so skillfully, one hand laced in his curls, the other dug into the edges of the desk, desperate to find anything to hold onto. He hummed into you from contentment, enjoying the sounds spilling from your mouth, as you became a babbling mess of moans and echoes of his name. Your eyes rolled back as he slowly and gently worked one, and then two of his long fingers into you, pressing deeply at your g-spot not losing his rhythm between your legs.

Your legs tensed as a coil in your abdomen began twisting and alerting you and him to the way you were about to become undone. 

“Cmon baby...look at me..” He cooed gently, not stalling his pace. You forcefully looked down at him through squinted eyes that were threatening to close at any moment. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” Your breath ran ragged, the way the lights danced across him, the innocent look in his eyes despite what he was currently doing sent you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed together as you thrashed in his arms, coming undone with a series of ragged moans, riding out your high as he began to draw back on his torture between your legs. 

Your head stayed laid back and eyes stayed closed as you attempted to catch your breath. You heard Dominic shuffle to stand up. Your head snapped up and eyes caught onto his as the tip of his length gently rubbed the entrance of the ache between your legs. One hand held the small of your back up while the other held the base of his length. He groaned quietly at the sight of your wetness that had pooled between your legs. He gently let you adjust to his size, working into you inch by inch, eyes trained onto your face to watch for your reactions. You both moaned in unison as his hips met yours, his hands leaning over to the window behind you, hiking your leg up. 

“You feel so amazing my god “ he groaned. His thrusts began gently, rocking into you at a steady pace. You looked up at him, mouth agape, as he coaxed you through it gently. “So p-pretty. Good girl.” 

“Harder Dom- please baby, please.” You begged. He didn’t stall, picking up his pace, the sound of his hips colliding with yours and your increasingly loud moans filled the room. You clung to him, hands around his back as he pounded into you. His lips collided with yours suddenly, the kiss filled with passion.

“I love you..i love you..i love you..” He mumbled desperately against your lips, moving deeper than before.

“I l-love you” You managed to get out through your moans.

He kissed you deeply again, leaning back to gently pull out and flip you to stand on your feet facing the window. You felt his breath ghost over your ear as he whispered gently.

“The view is almost as pretty as you. Wanted you to see it too..” He said, gently smirking at the way your body shivered from the kisses he traced down your neck and  back, gently teasing the tip at your entrance again before sliding back into you, leaving your mouth agape. He gently pressed down on your back, queuing you to relax over the desk. He resumed his earlier pace into you, kneading at your ass that was positioned up to him. One hand made its way around you to grip the sides on your neck, the other finding its way between your legs.

The combination of the delicious pressure on your neck coupled with the circling of your clit left you feeling dizzy and your knees buckling.

“Holy shittt” You whined, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. If he kept going the way he was, you weren’t going to last for long. Your hand went up to cup his hand around your throat gently.

“Can you give me one more baby? I know you can..c'mon..” He cooed in your ear,relishing in the way that his words made you clench down on him.One particular thrust made you finally come undone for the second time, forcing you up on your tippy toes, eyes rolling back as you cried out Dominic’s name like a mantra.

He finished soon after, pulling out with a gasp, and finishing on the curve of your ass. He leaned over you, placing his head on your shoulder as you stood shivering, trying to come back to reality.

“Good job baby.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled gently as you came to, opening your eyes to fully take in the view in front of you.

“What happened to your fear of heights?” You toyed, turning in his arms. 

“Fear of heights can’t beat the orgasm I just had not gonna lie.” He deadpanned, making you weakly laugh. He scooped you up, forcing you to pee while he ran you two a bath, shortly making both of your ways to relax in the water with your back against his chest.

“I feel lucky, so many girls wish they could have.. that but only got an autograph.” You smiled lazily

“Oh trust me you got a few signatures of your own” He smirked, pointing at your neck “Seven to be exact.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. Relaxing against him, you were just grateful to be back in his arms again.

[n6ptunova]

happy birthday to the absolute love of my life <3

[hearta54]

Falling Asleep with Dom (reader x Dominic Fike Fluff)

Requested by Anon.

Summary: After a long day at the studio you and you're husband Dominic Fike go to bed and when you can't sleep he reads to you. He never falls asleep before you. It's going to be a long night...

Word Count:

Notes: Send more Dom requests pretty pls and thank u, someone told me there's a drought and I 100% agree.

...

You and Dom giggled as you stepped back into your new house, Dom had surprised you with it last week, it was still a bit bare but it had character and warmth. And in the morning when you read your book and sipped ginger tea (it's good for vocals) you indulged in the view of the hills. Dom couldn't have picked a better spot in LA, he has good taste, I'm so glad I married him.

"Baby, I'm tired," whined Dom.

The long day at the studio had left you both fatigued. You admired the way his dark curls cascaded over his face framing his features and when his face stretched to yawn, you couldn't help but yawn too.

You yelped, abruptly Dom had picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, laughing eruptively he walked stridently up the staircase and you gripped the dark oak bannister careful not to slip.

....

"Wow, y/n, you look so beautiful," you'd transfixed Dom.

"I know Damn, I always look cute." Dom laughs not breaking his gaze.

You were wearing a cotton, pink, boy short and tank top PJ set with perforated hearts. As you climbed into bed and lifted the blanket you saw Dom was shirtless - it still made you nervous - and he was wearing grey Calvin Klein boxers (Calvin Klein boxers on top fr) they made you think of his campaign from a few years ago, you felt your cheeks heat up.

You traced the squarish red cross on Dom's chest, his skin was supple and warm.

"Want me to go do your skincare?" You asked, still tracing his tattoos, you were focused on the one on his stomach now.

"No, I'm too tired," not liking his response you huffed.

"Maybe tomorrow," he hummed, he took your hand gently and placed it on your own pillow, the tattoo tracing made him not want to sleep.

You burrowed your head in the space between his shoulder and neck and he meets you with strong arms around your waist. These were your favourite times.

"Y/n, why aren't you sleeping, I'm going to read to you." Dom reaches to your bedside table and starts reading the book your on. He can't ever fall asleep until you have.

"Oh, and no fake sleeping this time," warns Dom teasingly.

Two chapters go by and you decided to feign a slow, consistent heart beat so Dom can sleep, he has a show at The Greek tomorrow and you want him to do his best. When you feel Dom's breath start to slow you smile to yourself. His eyelashes fan over his under eyes and you think about the apple tattoo below his right eye (live, love, laugh Apollonia).

You don't realise his eyes bat open until it's too late.

"You're such a liar, y/n" groans Dom, tired.

You go to kiss his plump lips (why his bottom lip so juicy tho), but he turns you over and he's on top now.

You shiver as his hand runs slowly up your leg lingering at your waist band.

"You never learn, y/n, do you?"

...

THE END

SEND DOM REQUESTS PRETTY PLS AND THANKU

[fikeoff]

Inked Surprises

The late afternoon sun poured through the large windows of the tattoo parlor, casting a warm, inviting glow on the various art pieces adorning the walls. You sat in the chair, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing inside you. Today, you were getting a surprise tattoo for Dominic—his initials on the side of your boob. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

The tattoo artist, Mia, was prepping her station, her experienced hands moving swiftly. “You ready?” she asked, her voice reassuring.

You nodded, smiling. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”

Mia began by cleaning the area and applying the stencil. The design was simple but meaningful: “D.F.” in elegant, cursive letters. You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the needle buzzed to life.

The sharp sting of the needle quickly became a dull, manageable sensation. You focused on the thought of Dominic’s reaction, imagining the look on his face when he saw it. The tattoo didn’t take long, and soon Mia was wiping away the excess ink and applying a bandage.

“All done,” she said with a smile, handing you a mirror.

You peered into the mirror, your heart swelling with pride and love. The tattoo was perfect, a beautiful and intimate symbol of your relationship. “It’s amazing,” you whispered, running a finger gently over the fresh ink.

Mia grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Remember to follow the aftercare instructions, and it’ll heal beautifully.”

You thanked her and headed home, your excitement growing with each step. Dominic had no idea what you’d been up to, and you couldn’t wait to show him.

When you arrived at your apartment, Dominic was lounging on the couch, strumming his guitar. He looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he saw you. “Hey, beautiful. Where’ve you been?”

You walked over to him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “I had a little errand to run. And I have a surprise for you.”

His eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? What kind of surprise?”

You took a deep breath, lifting your shirt just enough to reveal the bandage on the side of your boob. “I got a tattoo.”

Dominic’s eyes widened, his guitar forgotten as he sat up straighter. “No way. Can I see?”

You nodded, carefully peeling back the bandage to reveal the fresh ink. His initials, “D.F.,” stood out in delicate, cursive script against your skin. He stared at it for a moment, his expression a mix of shock and awe.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his fingers gently tracing the letters. “You did this for me?”

You smiled, your heart pounding. “Yeah. I wanted something that would always remind me of you. Something permanent.”

His eyes met yours, filled with emotion. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he said, his voice thick with gratitude. “I love it. And I love you.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. When you finally pulled away, you could see the love and appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “This means everything to me.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

Dominic’s hands roamed gently over your sides, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo. “You’ve definitely done that,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire. “But I think I need to show you just how much I love and appreciate you.”

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom. As he laid you down on the bed, his eyes never left yours. He kissed you again, slow and deliberate, his hands exploring your body with reverence.

The night was filled with whispered words of love and the gentle hum of intimacy. The tattoo, a symbol of your commitment and love, added an extra layer of connection between you. As you lay in Dominic’s arms, feeling his heartbeat against your own, you knew that you had made the right choice.

The surprise had brought you even closer, and as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of many beautiful moments together.

[fikefever]

if you're ever sad, just remember the world is 4.543 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist at the same time as these pictures of dominic fike

[flowerfike]

dominic fikes voice makes me bust a nut i cannot stay silent about this anymore

[vhyunjinverse]

Maybe riding dominic fike before you guys go out to preform !Singer reader

I’m not sure who you are..but whoever you are, thank you.

DOM REQ DOM REQ DOM REQ EEEEE

ROCKSTAR NOVA

gn!reader x dominic fike (18+) + Dividers

warnings: hair pulling, quickie!sex, humiliation, overstimulation

“Fuck- fuck babydoll slow down..sh-shit.” Dominic moaned, head thrown back over the arm of the leather couch. His hand gripped your hip to steady the both of you, while the other pulled your hair to slow you down. “That’s it songbird ride that dick..” You look down at Dom with a small smirk. His face was flushed, eyes closed tightly. You moan softly at another tug of your hair.

You’re a mess. Your dressing room had you and Dom’s clothes everywhere. It was bad enough you didn’t have much time to ride your boy as it is. Touring was difficult, especially with timing on your end. Dominic had just stopped touring while you just started. Luckily, he wanted to give you a gift before you went out on stage. Just not…20 minutes before you were supposed to go out there. He was expected too- nothing better than your boyfriend performing with you on your first night.

“Keep pulling.” You gasp, hips slamming down on his cock. He hurried himself deep inside of you. “Yeah?” He hums, getting a better grip on your locs. “Like that songbird?” He sits up best he could as you slowly started grinding on him. Dom’s face slips into your neck, kissing softly. “Yes..” You reach over to tangle your hands in his curls. He starts out below your ear, sucking gently. “Too high-“ you whimper. His cock brushes that sensitive spot inside of you so good.. “Dom.” He kept sucking, tongue licking over the spot. “Mmpfuck..” You shudder as you gasped. Dom starts to move his hips with yours. He was so deep..

“Gonna cum babydoll.” He lets out a warning grunt, biting down on your neck. “Ah..fuck-“ You squirmed. His movements stopped, Dominic letting out a straggled moan as he came. You whine, ridding out your orgasm. Still, you rode him like no tomorrow. Your favorite part about sex with Dom was how much of a moaning mess he became when overstimulated. Seeing just how sensitive he was.

“Y/N, Dom. Why the hell aren’t you getting ready to go onstage? You have like five minutes left to- oh shit.” You hear your manager speak. You pant, looking down at Dom who kept his face into your neck in embarrassment. You look over at her who gave you that look of what would be a scolding later- another, scolding. It wasn’t the first time today. You just wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

“We’ll be out in a sec.” you wave your hand for her to close the door. “M’gonna kill you.” You hear Dom mutter.

[s1ck-skv1l]

Maybe in another life I'm a tall, skinny, white woman that Dominic Fike falls in love with 💔

[liiixsturniolos]

This photo is my 'roman empire' 🫣🙏

[skateordiebitch]

I LIKE HER || D.F. x reader

‘i’d give the world to her

as long as my heart's still beating

as long as she's next to me

because i like her’

summary: dominic goes to your house for thanksgiving. to say he's nervous... is an understatement.

inspired by '20191009 i like her' by mac demarco! this was so cute to write, even though my parents are definitely not like this and i have never invited a significant other over... like ever LMFAO. i also wrote after i smoked and made it an reader x elliot story. (???) so i had to re-edit all of it this morning. last time i'm ever doing that😭

enjoy, and as always, requests are open <3

The drive to your parents’ house was quiet, but not in the usual, comfortable way. 

The silence hung in the air, thick with tension and anticipation, rather than the easygoing, relaxed kind you’d grown used to in the car with Dominic. 

His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone white, his jaw clenched in concentration, and every now and then, he glanced at you with a nervous, half-smiling look that almost made your heart ache. 

It was endearing in a way, but also a little disconcerting. 

This was the same guy who could walk on stage in front of hundreds of people without flinching, who seemed to breeze through life with his trademark devil-may-care attitude. 

Yet today, in the face of Thanksgiving dinner with your parents, Dominic was unmistakably, undeniably terrified. 

You watched him for a moment, your mind spinning with a thousand thoughts. You’d known Dominic long enough to know how much he hated being vulnerable, how much he hated showing weakness. 

But here he was, acting as though he were about to face a firing squad instead of a family dinner. It was hard to reconcile with the confident, magnetic man you knew. 

“Babe, you’re acting like you’re about to go into court or something,” you teased gently, reaching over to rub his shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

He let out a breathy laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

His gaze remained fixed on the road, his expression still tense. “I might as well be. Your dad hates me, doesn’t he? I mean, he’s gonna hate me for sure. I’ve heard all about him.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “My dad doesn’t even know you yet. Besides, you’re gonna charm him just like you charm everyone else. Remember when you met my friends? You had them in love with you in, like, ten minutes.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to marry your friends,” he muttered under his breath, still staring at the road with a furrowed brow.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d hinted at something more serious between you two, but this was the first time he’d put it so plainly. 

His face flushed as soon as the words left his mouth, and he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to cover up his slip. “I mean… I’m just saying, meeting your parents is a big deal. Like, huge. And what if I mess it up?”

His voice trailed off, and you could hear the uncertainty in it, the raw vulnerability that was so unlike the confident, carefree persona he usually put on. 

You leaned in, your hand resting gently on his arm. 

“Dominic,” you murmured softly, your voice full of affection, “You’re not going to mess it up. Just be yourself. That’s the guy I fell in love with, and I promise, it’s the guy they’ll love, too.”

He glanced at you, his eyes softening just slightly, the weight of his worry easing a little. He gave you a small, almost shy smile. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is easy,” you reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. “Trust me.”

—

When you finally pulled up to your parents' house, the scene that greeted you was exactly what you’d expected: a whirlwind of activity. 

The smell of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie wafted out the door as your family bustled around, setting the table, carrying in food. 

Your mom was the first to spot you, her face lighting up in a smile as she hurried over to pull you into a tight hug. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here,” she exclaimed, pulling back just enough to look at you. Then her eyes shifted to Dominic, her gaze appraising but friendly. “And you must be Dominic! Oh, we’ve heard so much about you.”

Before he could react, she pulled him into a hug as well, surprising him. He blinked in surprise, eyes wide for a second, but recovered quickly, offering her a warm smile. “Thank you for having me… It’s an honor to be here.”

Your mom laughed, waving him off as though he were a nervous child. “Oh, please, don’t be nervous. Come on in and make yourself at home.”

As you walked inside, your dad was standing near the kitchen, his arms crossed in a way that made him look more intimidating than he actually was. 

His thick eyebrows were arched in that signature skeptical way you knew all too well. Dominic swallowed hard, his anxiety creeping back up as you nudged him gently forward.

“Dad, this is Dominic,” you said, your voice casual, but your heart was hammering in your chest, too.

Dominic extended his hand, his palm a little damp, and your dad took it with a firm grip. “Dominic, huh? So, what’s this I hear about you being a musician?”

“Yes, sir,” Dominic replied, his voice a little tight but polite. “It’s something I’m really passionate about.”

Your dad gave him a measured look, nodding slowly. “The music industry can be tough. I hope you know how to fix a car, too. It’s good to have a backup plan.”

You stifled a laugh, nudging Dominic’s shoulder with playful affection. “He’s got more talent than you’d think, Dad.”

Dominic cleared his throat, trying to shake off the nerves that still clung to him. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave your dad a tentative smile.

“Yeah, it’s... not the easiest career, but I love what I do. And I’m lucky to have people who support me.”

Your dad hummed, his expression still unreadable. He motioned toward the dining table. “Well, dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you two take a seat?”

Dominic followed you to the table, but he felt your dad’s eyes lingering on him, sizing him up. He leaned close to you as you sat down, whispering, “Is he always this intense?”

You smirked, whispering back, “Only when he thinks I like someone.”

Dominic laughed nervously, glancing at you for reassurance, and you shot him a quick wink. The tension in the air seemed to lessen just a little.

---

As the evening went on, Dominic started to find his footing. 

He was surprisingly good at navigating the conversation, drawing people in with his self-deprecating humor and lighthearted stories. 

He told everyone about his disastrous attempts at joining his school’s basketball team—complete with exaggerated, comedic flair—and regaled your family with embarrassing anecdotes from his childhood. 

The more he shared, the more relaxed everyone became, and your mom, who was already refilling his drink and piling mashed potatoes onto his plate, seemed to be warming to him more with every passing minute. 

“So, Dominic,” your dad said, setting his fork down and fixing him with a serious look. “What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

You groaned softly, shooting your dad an exasperated look. “Dad, don't—”

But Dominic cut you off, his voice steady despite the tremor of nerves beneath it. “I like her,” he said, his eyes meeting your dad’s. “A lot. Like, I really, really like her.”

The room went silent, the only sound the faint scrape of your mom’s fork against her plate as she froze mid-bite.

You blinked, stunned, your heart doing a flip at the raw honesty in Dominic’s words.

Your dad raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir,” Dominic continued, his voice gaining strength. “I know this might not be the usual way things go, but your daughter... she’s incredible. She’s smart, funny, talented, and honestly, she inspires me. I don’t take that lightly.”

Your dad stared at him for a moment that felt like an eternity before finally nodding. “Well, Dominic” he said gruffly, “I can respect a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say it.”

Your mom beamed, breaking the tension. “I think that’s sweet. Don’t you, honey?”

Your dad grunted, which, in his world, was as close to a blessing as Dominic was going to get.

And at one point, while you were helping your mom in the kitchen, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the dining room. Dominic was seated next to your dad, who was animatedly showing him how to carve the turkey. 

Dominic, who you knew had probably never held a carving knife in his life, was listening intently, his expression one of exaggerated concentration. 

“Well, look at that,” your dad said with a proud smile as Elliot made a rather passable slice through the turkey. “You got it!”

Dominic looked over at you, beaming as if he had just won a prize. 

He came back to the table and offered you a slice of turkey, his grin practically glowing with pride. 

“Guess I have a new backup career,” he said, his voice low, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculously pleased he looked.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” you whispered, squeezing his hand under the table. “And by the way, you’re definitely passing the test.”

He squeezed your hand back, the relief in his smile obvious. “Thank God. Your dad was terrifying for a minute there.”

“He’s just protective,” you said, your voice soft as you glanced at your dad from across the room. “But he likes you, trust me.”

As the evening wore on, the laughter and conversation grew more relaxed. Everyone was at ease, sharing funny stories, teasing each other, and enjoying the food. 

Your dad had even stopped making “backup plan” comments, and you could tell that Dominic was starting to truly feel like he belonged. 

—

When dinner was over, you and Dominic decided to step outside for a quick walk to get some fresh air. The cold night air was crisp and refreshing, the stars shining brightly above, and you both walked hand in hand down the quiet street. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

He let out a long breath, pulling you close to his side. “Honestly? I was more nervous than I’ve ever been for a show.”

“Well, you pulled it off,” you said, smiling up at him. “And now my parents love you.”

Dominic let out a long breath. “Not gonna lie, I think your dad just aged me by ten years.”

You laughed, slipping your hand into his. “No, you did great. And for the record, I like you too.”

Dominic dramatically froze, his eyes wide as he looked down at you. “Wait. No way. You do?!”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Yes, idiot. I do. A lot.”

Dominic grinned down at you, his forehead pressing against yours. “I didn’t want to just impress them, you know. I wanted them to… see how much I care about you. How serious I am about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you just stared at him, breath caught in your throat. “Dom…”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft and steady. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. And I wanted them to know that.”

You stood there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a gentle but undeniable truth. 

The crisp night air seemed to fade into the background as you searched his eyes for any sign that he didn’t mean it. 

But there was nothing but sincerity, nothing but warmth.

Your chest tightened, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, even as a lump formed in your throat. “Dominic,” you breathed again, your voice barely above a whisper.

He lowered his hand from your face, but not before his thumb traced the curve of your cheek, his touch lingering like he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away. 

The tension that had gripped him earlier in the evening—his fear of not measuring up, of not being good enough for your family—seemed to have dissolved completely. 

Now, standing under the vast, quiet sky, he looked like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was you.

“I mean it,” he continued softly, his voice steady. “I’m in this. With you. All the way.”

You felt your heart swell, that familiar warmth spreading through your chest, pulling you closer to him. 

The way he said it—so earnestly, with so much confidence—left no room for doubt.

You had always known Dominic was passionate about his music, about his career, but hearing him talk about his feelings for you, about how serious he was about the two of you, made everything feel… different. Bigger. Realer.

“I’m glad,” you said, finally finding your voice, your hands slipping around his waist as you leaned into him. “Because I don’t want anyone else either.”

He smiled then, a soft, private smile just for you, and it felt like everything you needed to say was already understood between you. 

There was no need for more words. 

Instead, he cupped your face gently, pulling you in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—one that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

After a long moment of silence, he finally broke it with a grin. “So, do I still have to do the dishes to make a good impression?”

You laughed, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Absolutely. That’s part of the initiation.”

Dominic groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in mock despair. “The things I do for love...” 

You laughed again, the sound light and carefree, the weight of the evening finally lifting. 

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he lifted you off your feet in one smooth motion, spinning you around as you squealed in surprise. You both tumbled into a fit of laughter, your heart soaring in his arms.

When he finally set you down, he kept you close, his hands still resting on your waist as you both stood there in the quiet street, the laughter tapering off into contented silence. 

For a moment, everything felt so right, so easy, and the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, standing under the stars. 

“You know,” Dominic said quietly, his voice low and serious again, “I think I could get used to this.” 

His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, the same thumb that had strummed a guitar for hours in front of audiences but now held your hand like it was the most important thing in the world.

You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest. “What, the being nervous part? Or the Thanksgiving dinners?”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but… Thanksgiving dinners are kind of great. Even with all the anxiety.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a surge of affection that was almost overwhelming. “I’m glad you think so,” you murmured, “because there are going to be a lot more of them. I’m kind of attached to this family, you know.”

His eyes softened, the playful teasing replaced with something deeper, more earnest. “Yeah, well… I plan on being around for all of them. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breath caught again, and this time you didn’t try to hide the way your heart swelled in your chest. He wasn’t the type to say something like that lightly, and you knew he meant it. 

There was a certain finality to his words, a quiet but unmistakable promise.

Before you could respond, Dominic nudged you gently, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “But seriously… dishes?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a smile. “Yes, seriously. You’ve got to pay your dues somehow.”

Dominic groaned again, but his grin was back, and it was impossible to miss how relieved he seemed. 

The tension that had been building in him all day, the worry about impressing your parents and meeting their expectations, seemed to have melted away completely. 

It was as if the approval he’d so desperately sought had been given, not through grand gestures or perfect words, but through simple moments of connection, laughter, and genuine sincerity.

“Alright, alright,” he said, pulling you closer again and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Dishes it is. But you know, I’m going to need something in return.”

You arched an eyebrow, sensing a tease in his voice. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “How about a lifetime supply of Thanksgiving dinners?”

Your heart skipped, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks as you laughed softly. “Sure,” you whispered back, “Maybe, you’ll even get something else, too.”

Elliot’s eyes darkened with playful curiosity. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

You leaned in closer, your lips just a breath away from his. “You know what I mean,” you said, letting your words linger in the air, a teasing edge to them.

His breath hitched, his grin widening. “At your parent’s house?!” 

“Okay, maybe not here… But, when there’s a will there’s a way— I have a car, you know.”

“Well, then I like the sound of that,” he muttered, and you could feel the heat between you shift, the playful tension suddenly charged with something more electric.

“I’m gonna do those dishes so damn fast,” he said, his hand sliding down your back as he pulled you closer again. 

You leaned into him, lips brushing against his in a kiss that was a little slower, a little more promising this time. “Good,” you whispered against his mouth, “because I always keep my word.”

—

The quiet of the night stretched on around you, but you didn’t mind. It was peaceful, comfortable, and for the first time all evening, it felt like everything had come full circle. The anxiety, the awkwardness, the moments of uncertainty—gone, replaced by something so much more real. 

Something you both could stand on.

Dominic squeezed your hand one more time, and you both stood there for a few moments longer, just holding each other, as if savoring the last remnants of the day.

Finally, with a small but contented sigh, he let go of you reluctantly. “Alright, we should probably head back in before your dad starts hunting me down for that backup career.”

You laughed and took his hand, tugging him back toward the house. “I think we’ve earned our place here, don’t you?”

He smiled, his arm slipping around your waist as you walked back toward the warmth of the house and the sounds of family inside. “Yeah. I think we have.” 

And as the door closed behind you, you realized you couldn’t have asked for a better Thanksgiving, a better future— one where Dominic, despite all his nerves and uncertainties, could be part of the family.

And that was more than enough.

[brownskinlemon]

Adore (D.F.)

summary: REQUEST (could u possibly do a story of dom calming y/n down after some like degrading disgusting sex bc he can tell it was a lot for her and have him be all soft and sweet. thank u gorl i love u)

warnings: dom! dominic fike x fem! reader, degrading, daddy kink, overstimulation, angst, fluff

word count: 907

authors note: thank you hun, muah! Thank you guys for your patience and kind words, such a great community. Here's one on the shorter side for my lovely requester <3

It had been a rougher week for you and your boyfriend Dominic. It seemed like at a moment’s notice you two were once again bickering over something small and insignificant. 

The dishes not being done: argument. 

A lost sock in the house: argument.  

Dinner being late: argument.

By the end of the week, you had been exhausted and worried that this bickering would truly never end. It reached its peak when he breathed “too loudly” for your comfort while getting ready for bed, causing you the most explosive argument yet.

Now, here you were, pinned between him and the edge of the bed, no urge in you to argue, your brain trying to form thoughts and failing miserably. Dom had milked 3 orgasms out of you driven by pure spite. Time blended together as his hips grinded into the second hour, knees hoisted up near your ears as he drove into you over and over, hitting the deepest spots inside of you. 

His hand gripped around your throat firmly, the other hand circling your bundle of nerves that was far beyond the point of overstimulation. Hickies galore decorated your body, along with some markings around your thighs from how he gripped onto you earlier while devouring you until you were a pitiful, begging mess. You both were covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies grappling onto each other like your lives depended on it.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Hm?” His thrusted not faltering as he began to tease you, eyes not leaving your flushed face. “You had so much to say all fucking week.” He hissed at you. 

He suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes that had rolled back to meet his. “Say it or I pull out right now.” The threat of him leaving you empty was all too real and too terrifying. 

“Dom I-” You stammered, being interrupted by your own whines. “Please I need-please-”

“Please who?” He taunted.

“Please daddy. I’m sorry.” Your voice betrayed you as it shook with every thrust deep within you. “ Please please-” 

“Be a good girl and let it go for me. Give it all to me.” He continued to talk you through the waves of pleasure wracking your whole body for the fourth time that night. He relished in the way you became a babbling mess of his name and pitiful pleads leaving your mouth. Your nails dug into his tanned biceps as he soon became undone with you, unable to hold off as you clenched desperately around him. 

He gently pulled out of you, careful not to throw your body into more sensitivity shock than it already was. Dominic’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in your shaking frame, watching how hard your chest heaved with small whines and your body shook. He leaned over you, gently trying to get your lulling eyes to look at him.

“Hey angel, look at me.” He cooed gently, cupping your face with his palm. You tried to find your grounding, forcing your eyes that wanted to close so badly to peer up at his brown puppy eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice. You nodded gently, causing him to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stalked off quietly to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” 

As he spread your legs to gently clean you off, you whined at the sensitivity. “Sorry baby. I know how sensitive you are right now. But you did such a good job for me, took it so well. ” He cooed, eyes switching between cleaning you up and your fucked out face. After throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed with you covering you both in the blanket, silence blanketing the dark room. 

“Dom.” You finally broke your silence gently, causing his head to snap to yours.

“Yes angel.” 

“I thought…” You began to get teary eyed.

“Woah woah, did I hurt you? I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to, where does it-” He shot up, eyes scanning over your body and eyes blown wide from fear.

“Dom. You didn’t, I’m okay, great actually. I was just…scared this week. Scared that we were doomed or something.” He settled back down, biting down on his bottom lip as he took in your words.

“I was too. We’ve never been the bickering type and I just- I don’t know. You know I’m not good with emotions, but I do wanna say I’m sorry. My attention has been on work and I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned.” He confessed.

You didn’t notice the tear falling down your cheek till his tattooed hand gently reached out to wipe it for you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he brought you in closer to him, kissing your forehead gently.

“I love you Dom.”

‘I love you more angel. Get some rest now okay? We can always talk more in the morning. I think I accidentally turned your body and brain to mush.” He kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. 

“Mush is the perfect word I’d use.” You replied, falling asleep in his arms.

He looked down at your sleeping frame, smiling to himself at how the furrow in your brow from overthinking and stress had finally settled as you were fully relaxed. His eyes trailed across your features, soaking up the way you couldn’t shy away from his gaze in this moment, free for him to adore you as he always had.

[cheriematt]

fuck therapy , just cry to "dark" by dominic fike <3

[hearta54]

Studio With Dom (reader x Dominic Fike spicy fluff)

Summary: You and Dom are both musicians, you guys hit the studio to record a track together and Dom can't keep his hands off you...

Word Count: 629

Notes: This was hella fun send request and pls repost.

You woke to Dom nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck you loved the way his dark brown curls caressed your skin like that's what they were crafted for and his morning stubble -which he always shaved, you sometimes wondered what he'd look like with a beard - grazed you.

"Good morning beautiful," Dom whispered staring into your eyes his incessant need was perfectly visible in those big brown eyes.

Any tiredness you were clinging onto was forgotten as Dom kissed you softly at first, growing hungrier as his hands roamed over your waist slowly creeping under your blush pink shirt, he whispered sweetly dirty things into your ear, kissing your neck and sucking on that spot that made you clench. Truth be told you could stay here all day with him forever letting your limbs get tangled until you weren't sure which belonged to you and which to Dom.

"Dom..." You gasped his name.

"Y/N?"

"We should get up," you had a day to seize together and a world beyond the four posts of the bed you both shared.

You went to climb out of bed when Dom stopped you.

"Baby where do you think your going?" He said smiling sweetly wearing a questioning look on his face.

You were left wondering what he had planned as he walked out the room gloriously shirtless, Calvin Klein boxers slung low on his hips.

There was a twenty minute Domless interlude before he trailed back with two steaming egg benedicts he chuckled at your glee. He knew how much you loved egg benedict, egg anything really (Y/N is so real for this)

Dom watched you eat slowly, he had finished his breakfast minutes ago.

"Y/N, finish up pretty, we have to hit the studio."

Your stomach twirled not just because Dom was watching you intently giving you raging butterflies but also because today was your first time recording music with Dom, you wanted it to be perfect.

...

In Dom's Porsche he caressed your upper thigh mindlessly as he kept his eyes on the road heading to his favourite studio in downtown L.A. His touch made the nerves you had felt wither and you could finally breathe evenly again.

...

You admired Dom as he laid down the hook of your song the way he confidently mixed the vocals and recorded the guitar riffs making an effortless melody. It had taken you much longer to record the piano piece even though you'd been practicing it for days. Your eyes were also glued to him because you loved the way he looked in baggy black jeans and fitted white tee with a red Clayborne symbol on the back.

You turned back to your notes app formulating the lyrics of your verse.

"Baby, what you got there?" Dom walked behind the chair you had cocooned yourself in enveloping his arms around you and placing his head on yours.

Your notes read:

If I don't belong to you

Something's gone wrong

I'll always find you

No matter what planet I'm on...

"Y/n, this is great, lets record this right now," Dom was shouting dragging you to the booth.

You sang everything so smoothly with a slight falsetto at the end. When you were done Dom was jumping up and down elated.

Now in front of Dom you said, "How was that?"

Dom grasped your face pulling you towards him and in a dizzying maneuver pinned you against the wall. His tongue laced with yours and held your waist so firmly it bruised.

Suddenly you were on the couch and Dom's hands were lowering into your flare pants and kissed down your stomach...

"Amazing, it was amazing," he whispered in a raspy tone and he stuffed your panties in his pocket

...

THE END

[fikeoff]

Midnight Harmonies

The night was warm, a gentle breeze drifting through the open window of the small, cozy apartment you and Dominic shared. The city outside buzzed with life, but inside, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the intimate silence of your own world.

You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the door open. Dominic stepped inside, looking exhausted but radiant. His tour had just ended, and he was finally home. You rose to greet him, your heart pounding with anticipation.

“Hey,” he said softly, dropping his bag and pulling you into a tight embrace. “I missed you so much.”

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. “I missed you too, Dom. It’s been too long.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning your face with a hunger that made your pulse quicken. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I need you.”

The intensity of his words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You moaned softly against his lips, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Dominic’s hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. He broke the kiss long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You reached for his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it aside. Your hands explored his toned chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. “I need you too, Dom,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with need.

He led you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. As you reached the bed, he gently pushed you down, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. He undressed you slowly, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of your skin. You gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

Dominic’s hands were everywhere, igniting a fire within you. He took his time, savoring each moment, each touch. When he finally settled between your thighs, you were already trembling with anticipation. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit, and you cried out, your hips bucking against him.

“Dominic, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear you say it,” he said, his voice a seductive growl.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, your voice breaking with need. “Please, Dominic, I need you inside me.”

With a satisfied smirk, he complied, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, filling you completely. You moaned loudly, your body arching to meet his. He set a slow, tantalizing rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate.

The room was filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, the heady mix of your moans and his grunts creating a symphony of pleasure. Dominic’s hands gripped your hips, his pace increasing as you both neared the edge.

“Dom, I’m so close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me.”

His words sent you over the edge, a powerful orgasm crashing over you. You cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure. Dominic followed soon after, his own release triggered by the sight of your ecstasy. He collapsed onto you, his breath ragged, his body trembling.

You lay there together, basking in the afterglow, your bodies entwined. Dominic’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. “I love you too, Dominic. More than anything.”

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter where his career took him, you would always have these moments, these intimate connections that made everything else fade away.

[fikesbabydoll]

wherever dominic fike is right now i hope he finds his peace if he’s far from it. we love you and are always here to support you just know you have a family in us. if you are truly okay then we are all happy and hope you are too and hope to see you soon. <3