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[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.

[itsoutrageouss]

Hey, is it okay if you wrote a story where Elliot fucks the reader in a bathroom while rue and Jules are looking for them? Thank youu❤️❤️

be quiet for me - elliot

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 0,8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (fem receiving), elliot being a horny mess

—☕️

“Shh baby, gotta be -fuck- quiet for me, m’kay?” Elliot said breathlessly into your ear. He was caging you in as your hands grabbed desperately at the corners of the bathroom wall.

You nodded eagerly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt not to make any noise.

Elli couldn’t wait any longer. When you had arrived at Jules’ house for her little birthday get together, you just looked so goddamn fine. His hand was creeping higher and higher on your thigh as all of you were watching a movie and when everyone was distracted with dancing and drinking, he had pulled you aside smoothly.

You were so tight around him now, as he fucked into you over and over again. His thrusts were fast and messy, and you were sure you’d never experienced him this horny ever. He near-whined into your ear, absolutely feral and head over heels for you in this moment.

“Elliot! Fucks sake, y/n! Are you fucking or something? We need you for truth or dare!” Jules and Rue yelled in turns, the sound muffled by the white bathroom door. No one knew you and Elliot had a thing going but he was too horny to be sly tonight.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned your name brokenly. It seemed he was the one that had to be kept quiet, so you placed your hand roughly over his mouth while pushing his head back so he’d look at you. His eyes were watery and pleading, and your hand over his mouth made his eyes roll back and his thrusts impossibly faster. You didn’t reply to the girls as they laughed somewhere downstairs.

Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter he had put you on. His absolute desperateness made you clench around him even tighter, coating his dick is wetness that might even seep onto the tile under you. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his temple as his hands clawed at your waist, his hips never faulting. “Shit I can’t-“ you whispered, pushing your hips into his now to feel him deeper, faster.

He felt your muscles tighten and his hand flew messily to your wet, puffy clit and rubbed it quickly. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your thighs shook around his hips where his sweats were pushed down. “Fucking cum for me, please,” he ordered, before footsteps where heard outside the door and a loud banging. Horrible timing, because you felt yourself squeeze Elliot’s dick so fucking tight, felt a hot slickness coat him while your heart raced and soft lips were open in a silent moan. You came so fucking hard and Elliot was stunned.

He wanted to reply to Jules’ obnoxious, drunken banging but his hand splayed on the wall instead as he buried his head in your neck, biting down on the apex of your shoulder as he came.

“Two seconds. I- I spilled on my shirt,” you yelled out hastily, breathless and ragged.

“Sure. Just don’t get anything gross on my counter please!” She laughed. “I won’t tell though, I promise”

She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.

Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.

“God I’m sick of hiding this,” he muttered from your neck. You pulled his head up by his curls to look at him. When you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, he pushed his hips flush with yours again, his coarse hair grinding against your oversensitive clit. Your words stuttered over each other into incoherent moaning.

“Fuck I wanna walk back out holding your hand. Please?” He asked softly, breaths still quick and ragged. You felt your heart clench at his request and nodded wordlessly.

“Okay.” You smiled, gasping gently when he pulled out of you. You were about to jump from the counter when you heard the soft of Elliot’s knees hitting the floor.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, voice low and hoarse as his thumb swiped through your wet, slick folds. Your stomach clenched at his words and touch, and he leaned forward to take your clit into his mouth. He sucked carefully while looking up into your eyes, hands on your thighs. You moaned shamelessly this time, not able to look into his intense gaze as your eyes averted to the ceiling.

He gave you a few appreciative kitten licks before getting up and handing you some toilet paper to wiper yourself down. When you had thoroughly cleaned the sink, per Jules’ request, you walked out of the bathroom with Elliot’s warm hand in yours.

[croucify]

hiii, can I request something for Dominic like? just whatever idrc, ill be happy with everything

✶ number one fan — dominic fike x reader

SUMMARY: you're supporting your boyfriend while he performs on stage

WARNINGS: simp dom idk i love him

A/N: SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTING FOR DOM!!!! he is my pinoy king BAHAHA hope u enjoy this one <3

the tour was coming to an end. almost three months of traveling with your boyfriend and his crew.

tonight was his last night to perform and the first night you won’t be watching his performance behind the corner and with the crowd.

“are you sure you wanna watch there? i don’t want you getting hurt,” he said, curls covering his eyes as he double-checked his laces.

you smile softly before putting on your lipstick. “i’ll be fine, i promise.” he stands up from the couch and wraps his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your neck.

you hum as he kisses you before he captures your newly painted lips for a kiss. you pull away quickly, a hand on his cheek, frowning when you see your lipstick smudged on and over his lips.

“dom, why’d you do that!” you act like you were upset but a smile was tugging at your lips as you wiped the stain off his face.

he proceeds to reach for your lips but you avoid it, making him laugh as you try your best to keep him away from your lips.

“baby, just—just let me have at least a part of you for everyone to see when i’m on stage.” he said, in between laughs. suddenly, he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close to him.

he was peppering kisses all over your neck and jaw while he tickled you. “okay, okay! fine, i will please stop!” you managed to say in between giggles then he placed one last peck on your lips.

his hands were still on your waist and yours were now wrapped around his neck. you give in and kiss him longer than he did earlier.

when you felt his tongue in your mouth you pulled away, making him groan. you pulled him closer than you two already were and kissed his jaw down to his neck, purposely leaving a kiss mark on his neck that would be visible while he performed. you bite the skin gently before pulling away from him.

“there you go.” your arms are now on his shoulders and face him in front of the mirror before reapplying your lipstick.

dominic wiped off the stained lipstick on his face but kept the one you had left on his neck, treating it like an accessory.

during the concert, you had the best time of your life. some fans recognized you and took photos with you, you were able to see how your boyfriend’s music helped people and were able to connect with them through it.

it warmed your heart.

especially at this moment with the crowd singing along with him.

when the song ended, he was looking around the venue, his curls getting into his view.

despite the number of people there, his eyes still found its way to you. his energy immediately changed when he saw you, even smiling when you blew him a kiss from where you were standing.

he runs a hand through his hair, getting the curls away then walks back to the microphone.

“alright so for this next one, i made this song with my friend kevin which my girlfriend, y/n loves so much. i dedicate this to her. i love you, thank you for making everything feel so secure and for everything you've done in the past years." dominic says, smiling widely at you before he starts playing the chords on his guitar.

the fans screamed after he spoke and started playing the song.

you felt like the only person in the venue, locking eyes with dominic despite him being far from where you were sat yet he continued singing the song to you.

once the song ended, he mentioned you once again. "that was peach, thank you everyone—i love my girlfriend."

[hailucy]

A Silent Home | d.f

pairing: dominic fike x reader

summary: You come home to a quiet house.

warning: half a suggestive line(he gets cut off midway)

words: 336

taglist: none this time but comment if you want to be added to any future ones and pleaseeee send some requests!!!

a/n: heyyyy here's this little thing i wrote in my boredom. the summary is quite short but thats just cus its a short thing so i didnt want to give a way too much but tadaaaa here you go.

"Dominic! I'm home!"

Silence meets your shouts as you enter you and Dominic's shared home. He had not told you he was going anywhere, so you assumed he would still be in the house. You had looked down at the row of shoes next to the front door and none were missing however that still did not mean he had not left.

"Dom? Baby..." You say loudly as you walk to the living room and look around at the empty yet cosy living room. Decor hung from the ceilings while awards and photos covered the wall. Pictures of you and Dom during his tour, pictures of you with his family, and pictures of kisses shared between you two. A small smile covered your face as you took out your phone to text Dom while walking around the back of the couch to sit down.

Just as soon as you were about to sit, a small yelp came from underneath you causing you to scream and back away. A startled Dominic, who had been slouching on the soft couch and now was sitting upright, had taken off his headphones and looked up at you in shock.

"When did you come back?" he exclaimed.

"Um right now, did you not hear me?" you asked a little flabbergasted since you had previously been shouting his name.

"No... I was listening to some music..."

He then just burst into laughter which had you a little confused, seeing as you had just had the scare of your life. His butterfly causing laugh turned into a little smirk as you questioned what he was laughing at.

"You nearly sat on me," he stated.

"Hahahah. Hilarious," you say sarcastically as you make you way to sit down.

"You could've just asked"

"What?"

"If you could sit on my fa-"

A pillow hit him straight in the face which sent him careening into the pillows behind him. Muffle laughter erupted from behind the pillow putting a smile on your face as you joined him.

[matildaanymore]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dominic fike x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Dominic Fike is suspected to be single according to his fans. However… they don’t know about the mystery girl Dom is secretly seeing. What happen’s when she’s right infront of them the whole time.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : none??? also this is my first ever fanfiction so please bare with.

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y/nusername : coachella, cats, cherries and chats.🍒

user : ur so gorgeous

➥ y/nusername : thank you! x

user : omg what’s the cats name?

➥ y/nusername : Lyra x

user : pretty omggg

user: dominic liked? 

➥ user : i know wtf, crossover? 

user: is that dominic? 

➥ user: don’t be dumb 

user : that literally dominic. that’s his sweater

➥ user : not only 1 person has that sweater

You were sat in Dominic’s trailer at Coachella while he was doing soundcheck with his band. You had just posted on instagram which led you to scroll endlessly, through the comments and the home feed. 3 knocks were heard on the door which startled you at first.

“Come in!” soon the door opened revealing the sweaty florida boy who has just finished rehearsing. “Hey babe”. Dom strolled over to you placing a kiss on your forehead which made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink which was covered up by the blush you put on this morning. 

“How was soundcheck?” “It was good, it’s so hot out there today i thought i was gonna pass out” you chuckled to yourself shutting your phone off throwing it to the other end of the sofa while letting out a sigh. 

“What’s wrong?”. Dom was currently patting his face down with a towel while downing bottles of waters and piecing together his hair after coming back in a sweat. Lately you’ve been thinking a lot about your relationship with Dominic. Nothing negative of course. You loved him endlessly but all you wanted to do was to be able to walk around in the public eye freely without people secretly taking photos and making assumptions on your relationship. You get the odd comments every now again on your posts or his posts whenever you’re in the same area but no one even knew you knew hung out one on one without your groups around. He came and joined you on the sofa throwing your phone back onto ur lap as he groaned from still being hot and sweaty. He had his arm around the back on the chair and head leaned back which soon turned into your direction. “I want to go public… with our relationship. Not straight away obviously but we should start hinting something”. “Why’d you say that?” He gave the impression that it was fine for this to be kept a secret when in reality he wanted to be by your side 24/7 and nothing more than to kiss and hold you in public. He started playing with your hair twirling it around his finger while still making direct eye contact trying to figure out if you were being serious. “I’m just so sick of hiding what we have. We are people just like everyone else. We should be allowed to talk and interact without us worrying about peoples assumptions”…

It was silent for a minute or two. The silence wasn’t filled however the thoughts in each others heads broke it. “Let’s do it?” “Huh?” “Let’s go public then.” Dom said standing up pulling his phone out and unlocking it. You quickly snatched it off of him which caused him to look up at you again “Hey-!”

“Announce it tonight.” “What?” “On stage. Dedicate a song to me instead of posting photos online. We can then do that whenever” you said also standing up wrapping your arms around his shoulders which led him to putting his hands around your waist and foreheads resting against eachother.

 “Okay.” “Okay?” “Yeah ok. I’ll dedicate a song to you. I’m not telling you which one though” 

“Deal?” He held out his pinky to make it a promise. “Deal.” And with that you interlocked fingers and shook on it. 

It was a few hours later and Dom was performing on stage. You were stood in front of the barricade with the photographers, security guards and a mix of his and your friends who arrived later in the day. You spent the first few songs singing, dancing and looking around. You spotted a bunch of people holding up signs for Dominic and screaming at the top of their lungs for the boy. It made you happy that these people have travelled all the way here to see him to see him in his element. You soon got snapped out of your trance when ‘How Much Is Weed?’ suddenly ended. “I want to dedicate this next song to my girlfriend.” while sending a wink in your direction which made fans scream. It wasn’t obvious that it was you to others but this moment felt special and euphoric to you both. All of a sudden ‘Ant Pile’ started playing through the speaks which made your jaw drop. You laughed slightly which cause him to also giggle on stage midway through the first lyric. 

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dominicfikeupdates: Dom dedicated his song ‘Ant Pile’ to his unknown girlfriend at his set at Coachella today. 

user : i was there and let me tell you my heart broke a little 

user : he winked in the direction of y/n and her friends. 

➥ user : everyone in their friend group are in couples apart from…

➥ user : oh my god. 

user : @y/nusername @dominicfike you’ve got some explaining to do

➥ y/nusername : whoops 🏃

You ran backstage after Dom’s set finished while smiling ear to ear. Quickly flashing your stage pass at the security guards you ran to him jumping into his arms. “I love you so much”. “I love you more” 

He pushed your hair out of ur face giving you a long passionate kiss. His arm wrapped around your shoulder leading you back towards his trailer. This time you flopped back onto the sofa letting out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding in.

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y/nusername : “And that’s when you kissed me” ☀️

dominicfike : i love you 

➥ y/nusername : i guess i love you too. evil man. 

     ➥ dominicfike : HAAHAH

dominicfike: mother 

➥ y/nusername : get out of my comments. 

user : well this wasn’t expected. 

➥ user : i suspected it. 

     ➥ user : no one asked. 

user : OH. MY GOD. 

radvxz : come back to england. don’t bring him with you. 

➥ y/nusername : deal. 

     ➥ dominicfike : right well…

         ➥ radvxz : i wifed first. 

            ➥ dominicfike : who said we aren’t married

              ➥ y/nusername : who said i’d say yes. 

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dominicfike : “my yellow” ☀️

y/nusername : ANT PILE??

➥ user : she’s just as shook as us 

     ➥ y/nusername : he didn’t tell me what song he’d dedicate to me. 

user : ummm

➥user : ummmm

     ➥ user : UMMMM HELLO?

billieeilish : at least i didn’t post about it

feliciathegoat : thank god finally 

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author: i’ve never written before so this was scary but i tried my best. i just need ideas to post about so i can do it properly - love matilda! pls gimme time xx

[powzapboom]

Bite | Dominic Fike

PAIRING: DominicxF!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ (just to be safe), biting/marking (reader enjoying it), insinuating sexual activity

A/N: Thinking about a man unfortunately. *sigh* Might post a part 2 of this.

Him biting at her thighs was all she wanted right now. Her mind thought of nothing else.

"You ok there?"

She wasn't. "Oh yeah, I'm good."

He paused strumming his guitar and passed over a glance at her from his shoulder. "Fuck. He knew I was lying", she thought. He walked over and sat in front of her with a sly smile. He lightly hovered his hand over one of her exposed thighs.

"Why are you lying to me? Hm?"

She was growing warm everywhere. She tried to hide her nervousness. She can't even look him in the eye. "I'm not."

"You sure, sweetheart? Cause I felt you staring." He puts more pressure, now resting his hand on her skin.

She wet her lips before she spoke. "I was thinking about you...biting my thighs."

"You still think about when I did that huh?"

She nodded, still not able to look him in the eye.

"Hey, look at me." He said evenly.

Her stomach was starting to flip. She met his eyes, slightly panicking at how much attention he was giving her. He was looking at her with so much intensity. So eager to escalate the situation. He was squeezing her leg now, the pressure making her want more.

"Do you still think about me biting your soft thighs? Marking them and licking over them after I'm done?" He teased.

Her face was burning. "Yes, I loved when you did it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Loved it...do you want me to do that again?"

Somehow, she said yes. He nodded and positioned himself in between her legs. He inhaled the smell of her oat scented lotion. He growled softly and nipped at her leg. She gasped as Dominic sucked harshly on her skin. She loved the subtle mix of pleasure and pain in moments like this. She loved the feeling of his hair tickling her skin as he moved on from one leg to the next. The relief of his tongue brought - fuck his tongue. She thought it sounded quite slutty, but she loved how the markings looked later. Purple and red shapes of ambiguity littering her legs. She would look at them later, as if they were souvenirs of her time with him. Dominic muttered an obsenity loud enough for her to hear. He kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her.

"You smell fucking delicious. And you're getting wet. Fuck, I wanna eat you out so bad." He toyed with the waistband of her underwear, waiting for her approval. She nodded as she starting breathing heavier. Tossing the panties aside, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. She yelped out of surprise. He leaned forward to give her a few quick kisses.

"Relax, so I can do my shit properly." He says lowly against her mouth.

She did as she was told, deciding to lay back and stare up at the ceiling. She wouldn't be able to relax if she kept looking at him. He hooks her legs over his shoulders, making sure he has a grip on her hips.

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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 dominic fike & fem!oc

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Vienna Hadid possessed a multitude of talents, excelling in singing, composing music, and the art of concealing her emotions, especially those she harbored for her bandmate and longtime friend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : swearing, alcohol and drug consumption

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 : yeah girl give us nothing! this is seriously so bad, please just understand that i haven’t written a fic in over four years 😭😭 this is for @fawnchives and her post that made me want to write a dom fic. please request things and give me ideas, i beg you

Walking through the narrow hallway, Vienna felt her nerves escalating. An early morning call from her manager summoned her to an abrupt meeting, leaving her with little information. Hastily donning her white top adorned with patched black stars and dark baggy jeans, she noted her roommate and bandmate Yves still in bed, amplifying her unease as she realized it was likely a solo meeting.

"Mornin'," Vienna mumbled upon entering the conference room, guided by her manager's receptionist, Julia. The room fell silent as she took her seat, greeted warmly by Molly, her manager's assistant. As she surveyed the unfamiliar faces occupying the usually familiar space, Dave, her manager, initiated the proceedings, handing out folders and expressing gratitude for their prompt attendance.

Attempting to decipher the folder's contents, Vienna was interrupted by Dave's address. He introduced John, a man in a suit whose significance she couldn't place, as the creative director for an upcoming A24 movie. John explained their proposal: they wanted Vienna to compose a soft, perhaps even a love song for the movie.

The room held its breath, awaiting her response. "Wait—what? So, I'm not in trouble?" Vienna stuttered, the weight of the revelation settling in. Laughter erupted as Molly reassured her, dispelling her apprehension with a wave of relief.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

The sound of keys jiggling reverberated throughout the apartment. "My baby," Yves exclaimed with excitement as she rushed toward the front door, catching sight of a smiling Vienna. She held onto Vienna's face and peppered kisses all over her cheeks and forehead, both girls giggling as they made their way to the living room.

There, they found Chris sprawled out on the couch, Kevin seated on one of their large bean bag chairs, scrolling through the various options of cartoon series with a remote, and finally Dominic, occupying the other side of the couch with a guitar in hand, doing what Vienna recognized as tuning his instrument.

"What the fuck, bro?" Chris groaned as he repositioned his legs to make room for Yves, who pushed both of the boys' legs out of her way before jumping down on the couch, laughing at the thump it made. Dominic murmured a small "come here" as he tossed his guitar to the side, leaving space for Vienna to sit next to him, smiling as she eagerly did.

"Dave told us you had a meeting with him and the crew, how was it, Vie?" Kevin asked, turning his attention towards his friends after settling on watching the regular show.

"They asked me to make a song for an A24 movie," Vienna announced, smiling at her friends' surprised faces.

"That's cool, man. Are they giving you full creative freedom?" Dominic asked, staring at his friend as she settled into a comfortable position on the couch.

"Kinda? They want the song to be slower, but I can produce it with whoever, which is cool," Vienna replied. The band nodded in acknowledgment; Chris sat up as he started to light up his pre-rolled joint.

"You gonna write a love song about me?" He joked, exhaling the smoke he had previously inhaled.

"In your dreams, slut," Vienna exclaimed, chucking a pillow towards the drummer.

Chris Sturniolo earned a reputation as a "man whore," reveling in the excitement of flings without any desire for commitment. Despite his promiscuous nature, his charm never deterred women. Their paths intersected at a high school party where Chris, donning his most seductive smile, approached Vienna. Despite her initial rejection, she invited him to join her in a game of beer pong, igniting a friendship that would endure.

"Don’t stress about it too hard; you’re able to write a song by looking at a fucking rock!" Dominic told his friend, sensing her nerves and placing his hand over her fidgeting ones. The girl relaxed at his words and the feeling of his thumb caressing her palm, looking to the TV once she felt heat on her now rosy face.

"Sabrina’s asking if we wanted to go to this bonfire-type party Saturday," Kevin spoke, diverting the group’s attention from the TV to the singer.

"I’m down; Brina always has the finest girls at her parties," Yves answered, directing her focus towards an enthusiastic Chris, who enthusiastically dapped her up in agreement.

"Yeah, man, it’s fine with me," Dom replied once he noticed Kevin’s awaiting eyes, taking the joint from Yves and inhaling its contents.

Vienna couldn’t help but stare as Dominic blew out the smoke, the way his eyes were dilated and lidded. He always seemed at peace when intoxicated, his lips almost forming into a faint smile. The girl was brought out of her trance when she felt her friends' expectant eyes.

"Uh, yeah, it’s fine by me," she muttered, hoping that none of her bandmates noticed her previous actions towards her friend.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

“You think Enya’s going to be at the bonfire?” Yves wondered as she fixed her eyeliner, looking behind her to Vienna rummaging through her closet.

“Who? The girl you made out with after our New York show?” She questioned while holding up two different dress options, awaiting her friend's response.

“That one, and no, the girl I met at Brent’s party last month,” her friend exasperated as she pointed at the short black lacy dress, turning back around to add the final touches of her eyeshadow as Vienna removed her articles of clothing to put the dress on.

“My bad, it’s been hard to keep up lately,” the girl let out a breathy giggle after pushing her head through the dress and settling down on the bed to put on a pair of burgundy kitten heels.

“You’re making me sound like such a whore, Vie,” her friend whined as she placed herself beside the girl, adding lipgloss over Vienna’s lip liner.

Fixing the girl's small smudge of lipgloss with her finger, Vienna grabbed ahold of her friend's hand and kissed it softly as she laughed at Yves’ dramatic endeavour.

“I think she’d be a fool to forget about a cutie like you,” the girl booped her nose as she stood up, grabbing her purse and filling it with what she thought was necessary for the night. Yves, on the other hand, was texting the boys to let them know that they’re almost ready.

Setting her phone down, she looked around her friend's bed, spotting the girl's notebook. Flipping through the pages, knowing that all of Vienna’s songs were usually written on these very pages.

“Have you come up with a song yet?” Yves asked, looking at her friend's defeated face.

“Nothing that’s good enough.” And it was true, Vienna had spent the last five days restlessly scribbling away at the pages of her notebook. Not finding inspiration was a foreign concept to her, and she hated that feeling more than anything, contemplating if she’s even deserving of such an opportunity if she can’t even come up with a melody for a song, let alone lyrics.

“Maybe you just need to recklessly make out with someone tonight, that usually helps with my writer's block,” her friend smiled as she guided the both of them out of Vienna’s room and towards their front door.

Since their elementary school days, their bond remained unbreakable. Yves served as the catalyst, introducing Vienna to the facets that now defined her, from the instruments she played to the music she cherished. While Vienna didn't inherently possess shyness, she perpetually grappled with dismantling her emotional barriers. Vulnerability unsettled her, viewing loss of control as her Achilles' heel. Yves, conversely, epitomized fearlessness, embracing her authentic self without reservation. Perhaps stemming from societal shame directed at her sexuality, she concealed her true identity for years. However, upon proudly declaring her lesbian identity, Yves refrained from fortifying any walls.

“There they are, finally,” Chris dramatically groaned once the girls exited the elevator and approached the three boys in the lobby of their apartment. Vienna rolled her eyes at the boys' lack of patience as they walked to Kevin’s car.

“Acting like you don’t take hours fixing that mop of yours,” Yves mumbled as she got on her tiptoes to pull at the boy’s hair, to which he turned back to give her a glare.

“You look so good,” Dominic told the girl as he grabbed her hand so Vienna could do a spin and show the boy the full outfit. “You’re an idiot,” she giggled as she let go of his hand and got in the backseat of her friend's SUV, making sure to hide her blush in the dark lighting of the vehicle.

“Let’s fucking go,” Kevin shouted excitedly once everyone settled in the car, Chris making sure to connect his phone to the Bluetooth. Shuffling his playlist after typing in the address of the party, the group screamed the lyrics of Childish Gambino’s "Bonfire" as Kevin backed out of the parking lot.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

“You made it!” Sabrina screeched once she spotted her favorite group of people, drunkenly hugging her friends one by one. “Course we did, we’d never miss a Brina party,” Kevin laughed at his friend's look of surprise.

“Well, everyone’s at the bar mostly, but we have the whole beach to ourselves so feel free to do whatever,” the blonde explained as she guided the group to the open bar.

“Is Enya here?” Yves made sure to ask Sabrina as quietly as she could, her friend nodding and leading her to the girl in excitement.

“Well, guess I’m gonna go get myself a drink,” Chris said as he noticed the pretty girl sitting by the bar, causing his friends to laugh knowing that his motive was not getting a drink but flirting with the girl instead.

Vienna sighed as her group parted ways, walking to the bar to grab herself a drink. Looking at the infinite amount of alcohol sprawled out on the counter and settling on a rum and coke concoction and sitting on a beach chair that was located in the far end of the bonfire.

The loud music blaring through the speakers was all that Vienna could focus on. Taking sips as she observed the scenery in front of her, there were people everywhere. Some near the ocean discussing among themselves, others were near the bonfire dancing rhythmically to the music. She spotted Kevin playing beer pong with a few people, laughing loudly when Omar missed his shot, causing him to sulk.

Vienna discovered a profound sense of solace in Kevin's presence, experiencing a deep understanding whenever they were together. Their connection dated back to their shared 8th-grade music class, where they frequently collaborated, crafting their own melodies. While Kevin proposed the idea of forming a band, Vienna initially considered it absurd but eventually acquiesced, recognizing the potential in his vision.

The girl looked up when she heard a screech, seeing Dominic carry a girl over his shoulder as she begged for him to put her down through fits of laughter. Vienna couldn’t help but bite her lip and feel her chest tighten. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, but she felt a bit agitated at the scene in front of her. Her gaze narrowed as she watched Dominic's playful antics, a mix of jealousy and annoyance bubbling within her. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unsettling emotions, but the sight of him with another girl stirred something unfamiliar in her heart. Determined to regain her composure, she turned away, hoping to find distraction elsewhere. Walking towards her friend Bea and sitting beside her.

“You want some?” the girl asked through a mouthful of s’mores, offering her friend the bag of marshmallows, which Vienna gratefully accepted

“How long are you staying in L.A this time?” Vienna questioned the girl, rummaging through the bag of marshmallows and grabbing a stick to roast them.

“I have no clue, I only came here for ‘Chella but I’m enjoying the Cali weather way too much,” the British girl continued to talk about her recent California stay as Vienna held the stick to the fire for her marshmallow. Though she felt distracted when she saw Dom’s figure sitting on the sand and conversing with the same girl, she had seen him with earlier behind Bea.

“Uh, Vie, your marshmallow’s burning,” Bea snapped Vienna back into reality upon hearing her friend's words. Vienna blew out the now burnt marshmallow, muttering a few curses in between each blow.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just get with Dom already,” Bea asked her friend after noticing the boy sliding his hand through his curly hair as he enthusiastically spoke to the girl in front of him.

“What? No, no way,” Vienna answered shocked at the girl's implication. “We’re just friends, Bea, you know this.”

Bea rolled her eyes, finding Vienna ridiculous when she’d dealt with the two’s secret longing glances anytime they were around each other. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” she said, giving Vienna another marshmallow that she hopefully wouldn’t burn once more. Vienna chuckled nervously, feeling Bea's piercing gaze.

"Come on, Bea, you're reading too much into it. Dom and I are just friends," she insisted, trying to brush off the tension in her voice. But deep down, she couldn't deny the truth in Bea's words. There had always been an underlying tension between her and Dominic, something unspoken yet palpable whenever they were together. She sighed inwardly, realizing she couldn't continue denying her feelings forever.

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Vienna couldn't shake the lingering thought of Dominic from her mind, wondering if maybe Bea was onto something after all.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

The night continued with more drinks and glances between the curly-headed boy and the girl.

"Why're you sitting so far from everyone?" Vienna felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up to find the very same person her mind had been preoccupied with all night. "Not really feeling it tonight," the girl mumbled as she felt the boy's strong gaze. "You okay?" he softly asked, looking at her like she was a porcelain doll about to shatter at any moment. "Yeah, just got a lot up here," the girl explained, pressing her index finger to her temple, indicating that she'd been in her head tonight.

Dominic hummed as he took hold of her hand and tugged at it, signaling that he wanted her to stand up. "Where are we going?" the girl whined as he kept guiding her further from the party, stopping in front of the ocean. The girl looked around confused as to why he dragged her so far from the party where the only lighting were the twinkling lights at the bar, now far away from them.

"Come on," the boy urged as he started to remove his shirt, keeping nothing but his boxers on.

"The fuck are you doing, weirdo?" the girl nervously wondered as he stepped closer to her. "Waiting for you to get undressed?" he replied, inching closer and closer as the girl took a step back

When he noticed her nervous expression, he let out a laugh, finally understanding the situation. "Oh, fuck, Vienna, I just wanna get in the ocean with you," he breathily explained, laughing at the girl's look of realization and relief. "I mean, we could..." he started, groaning when the girl pushed his chest and called him an idiot.

Vienna couldn't help but laugh at Dominic's playful antics, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders as she stripped down to her underwear and joined him in the water.

The cool ocean breeze brushed against her skin, washing away the worries of the night as they splashed and laughed together under the moonlight. For a moment, everything felt perfect, the weight of unspoken words lifted from her chest as they enjoyed each other's company in the peaceful embrace of the sea.

As they swam further into the depths, Vienna couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of connection with Dominic. She swam up to him, grabbing his face with both of her hands, tossing the hair that was covering his eyes to the side and caressing his apple tattoo underneath his eyelid with her thumb. Their heavy breathing and the crashing of the waves were all that the two could hear, feeling like they were the only people in this world. Dom couldn't help but melt at her touch, feeling her eyes on him as she kept caressing his cheekbone.

"You, uh, you had something on your eye,"

she mumbled after breaking out of her trance. She felt the boy smile as he replied with a small yet teasing "Oh yeah?" laughing as she splashed him with water.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 

Vienna stepped onto the stage, the crowd's applause washing over her, feeling vulnerable in the spotlight without her bandmates by her side.

It had been months since that transformative night when inspiration struck. She poured her heart into writing a love song, pushing through exhaustion to fill the blank pages with raw emotion. Now, in the studio, surrounded by industry professionals, she played her creation, feeling a mix of pride and insecurity. Their awestruck stares reassured her, confirming that her song was exactly what they needed.

In the following weeks, Vienna found herself swept up in a whirlwind of meetings and promotions, barely able to keep pace. And now, standing on stage, preparing to perform her single 'Guilty as Sin?' for the first time at the movie's release party, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves mingled with excitement.

Breathing in the sweet melody of the song, Vienna locked eyes with the boy who inspired its creation.

Dominic had been a constant presence in her life since high school, always seeming just out of reach. Despite her feelings for him, she buried them deep, watching him interact with other girls with a pang of longing. But as she poured her heart out on stage, singing every word to him, all she could think about was how his lips might feel against hers.

As the final notes rang out, Vienna was brought back to reality, the crowd's cheers filling the air.

Returning to her green room, her mind was consumed by thoughts of Dominic. Suddenly, he appeared before her, praising her performance. In a moment of impulse, fuelled by adrenaline and desire, Vienna closed the distance between them, capturing his lips with hers.

The kiss started with passion, a release of pent-up emotions, but as reality set in, it became tender and uncertain.

Breaking away, Vienna feared Dominic's reaction, but instead, he cupped her face, wiping away her tears. “You don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.” He whispered lowly. His confession took her by surprise, leaving her speechless as he kissed her once more.

In that moment, Vienna realized that sometimes, the most unexpected beginnings lead to the most beautiful journeys. With Dominic's lips pressed against hers, she embraced the uncertainty of the future, ready to face it with an open heart and a smile.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ WET NAILS (d.f.)

summary : in which you love gossiping with your rockstar boyfriend.

w.c. : 500 something

a/n : based off of this post from my old acc!

warning(s) : none, swearing?

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”and she had the nerve to act like i was the one with the problem!” you exclaimed, waving your hand around as you spoke.

you were currently sat criss cross on the couch in you and dominic’s shared apartment. he had his hand spread out atop a pillow you had placed in between you two. on his hand, his nails were all half-dry painted pink with various designs on them.

were you good at the art you were trying to do on his short nails? not necessarily.

did he still love it? no doubt.

he nodded along with the story you were telling, letting out a breath before saying, “yeah baby, she sounds crazy.”

a smile formed on your lips, glad he agreed with you and thought the girl you had been talking about was insane.

“right?!” you added, your eyes conveying your very obvious feelings about her.

“then she got her boyfriend to text me to tell me to back off, when i didn’t even do anything!”

this made his eyebrows furrow, a crease forming between them.

“if a guy’s giving you shit, babe, tell him to talk to me, alright?” he assured, not afraid of throwing some choice words at the guy.

”oh, of course, but it was just one text before they…” you paused for a moment, looking around as if there was someone who could overhear.

you lowered your voice to a whisper, despite the empty apartment.

“broke up because she cheated on him.”

your boyfriends mouth fell open, his jaw going slack.

“no way.”

you just nodded in an i couldn’t believe it either way.

“hey, are your nails dry? i wanna paint the other hand purple!” you grinned, your demeanor quickly changing.

the purple, sparkly nail polish sat on the coffee table with the rest of the bottles you owned. he lifted his hand, inspecting it closer.

“looks it,” dom said, placing his hand on the back of the couch, making sure nothing could hit it just incase it was still a little wet.

“great!”

you quickly got to work on his left hand, wiping off the excess polish that had slipped off of his nail. you finished shortly, after having to tell him to ‘hold still’ a few times.

after you were done, you looked across to him with a sheepish smile on your face. “do you like it?”

he looked down at his spread out fingers, a soft grin flashing over his own lips. “i love ‘em babydoll. you should really do this more often,” he complimented, adoring the look on your face.

you nod in satisfaction. “just tell me when that comes off, and i’ll redo them a different color!” you said excitedly, leaning forward over the pillow separating you two to place a quick kiss to his lips.

the boy instinctively moves his hand to your back to bring you closer, causing you to jolt away and force his hand back on the pillow.

“nope. wet nails,” you said, a teasing smile on your face.

the only response you got was a soft laugh.

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[awarnin]

Should I Call?... | DOMINIC FIKE X FEM!READER

synopsis: you can't get over your ex...

warning: light sex (without penetration), you are with another man, angst, verbal discussion.

author's note: this is my first time writing a one shot, please be kind! constructive criticism is welcome.

wordcount: 4.5k

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He was a complete idiot, and that was all you could think about as you sat there, time slowly dragging on. You'd been stuck in meaningless conversation for two hours, listening to this man talk endlessly about his life, his job, and every now and then, field hockey. My God, what tedium.

You remembered the words of Dominic, who had fervently warned you not to try to change him into a generic white guy. "That won't go over well," he had said. But the fury with which you left him a few nights ago had clouded your judgment, making his words easily ignored.

"Enough. I can't take this anymore," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination. You shoved your things into your bag with a determined move. "I've tried everything with you. I've put up with too much bullshit from you, Dominic. No more."

He stood there, leaning against the door with a look of disdain that turned you on even more. "Are you seriously going to get like this? It's no big deal." His eyes rolled with indifference, a gesture that hurt you deeply.

"It's not a big deal!?!?" You exclaimed, throwing your purse onto the couch and feeling as if a spark had lit a fire inside you. "You know how much I dislike that bitch, and you don't care at all." You stepped closer, cornering him against the wall as your finger pointed at him, trembling and accusing.

"I didn't let anything happen," he protested, running his hands through his freshly cut hair with a gesture of exasperation.

"Agghh!" You turned away, desperately looking for a way to make him understand. "It's not that. It's not that," you repeated, emotion cracking your voice. "It's about listening to me, about appreciating what I feel," you said, pointing to your heart as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

You loved him, but being with him was impossible and exhausting, you would never win. The night ended with a resounding slam of the door as you walked away from his apartment, his words of warning about how much you would regret your decision echoing in your ears.

Now you were here, in an ill-fated attempt to find something to distract you. "Do you want to go to my place?" you offered with a smile that hid a sea of emotions. You needed a breather, a break from those thoughts that plagued you, to prove to yourself that Dominic was wrong and that you didn't need him.

Your companion agreed and you got into his car. The conversation flowed superficially, about his life and his vacation in Mexico, but really, you didn't care. He was just a distraction, a desperate attempt not to prove Dominic right.

You poured wine for two and sat next to him, trying to focus your thoughts on the present moment. You clinked glasses and for a brief moment, you smiled. However, your treacherous thoughts returned to Dominic, imagining it was you sitting next to him, imagining his legs brushing against yours, desiring his lips on yours....

You kissed him, trying to erase that thought, to expel it from your mind with that impulsive action. He seemed surprised, but did not resist. Now you were on top of this man, desperately taking off your clothes, longing to feel something, anything, that would anchor you to reality and allow you to forget. But it wasn't happening. Instead, you felt empty and longing. This wasn't right. This didn't feel right.

"Please leave," you said, abruptly withdrawing from him.

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"Please, this wasn't right. Go away," you repeated, covering your face with your hands, overwhelmed with shame and disappointment.

He gathered his things and left, leaving you there, half-naked and with a sadness that seemed to envelop everything. You were disappointed in yourself, and in the end, Dominic was right; you needed him more than you wanted to admit. You hated that.

You looked at your phone, leaning against the wall, undecided whether calling was the right choice. Maybe he already had someone else, maybe he didn't miss you, or maybe he had been waiting for your call all this time.

You made a decision and called. Each ringing tone increased your anxiety, as you nervously nibbled your fingernail. Finally, he answered.

"Hello?" he said in a sly tone you knew all too well, imagining the smirk that surely graced his face.

"Stop playing" you said, unable to keep a small chuckle from escaping your lips when he laughed. "Do you want to come?" you asked, your voice serious, but your heart pounding with hope.

"Do you want me to come?" he replied, his voice deeper, laden with a tinge of complicity.

"Yes, please," you admitted, letting vulnerability seep into your words.

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[skateordiebitch]

dom x famous!reader where he has a crush on her and has mentioned a few times and they they are cast together in a project and hook up

SPOTLIGHT || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has a celebrity crush, and it just so happens to be you.

a/n: in another universe this is meeeee like when will it be my turn??!! this request is amazing tysm for sending it in! i love writing dom being all cute and in love LMFAO

Dominic had always admired you from afar. 

It was no secret—he’d mentioned your name in interviews a few times when asked about his celebrity crush. 

Each time, he’d brush it off with his signature charm, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he said something like, “Y/N is ridiculously talented. And, yeah, she’s gorgeous. But she’s way out of my league.”

It became a running joke among his fans, a tidbit that made its way into countless TikTok edits and late-night talk show montages. 

But Dominic wasn’t joking. 

Not entirely. 

Every time he saw you on the big screen, every red-carpet interview, every magazine cover—it only solidified the idea in his head that you were untouchable. A dream. Something to admire but never hope to hold.

Until the day his agent called with the news.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Dominic said, nearly dropping his phone. He was pacing the length of his living room, his heart hammering against his ribs.

“I’m not kidding,” his agent replied, a note of amusement in her voice. “You got the part. Congratulations, Dominic. And guess who’s your co-star?”

He swallowed hard. “Who?”

“You’re going to love this—Y/N.”

Dominic froze, the name hitting him like a lightning bolt. His agent kept talking about contracts and schedules, but he barely heard a word. 

All he could think about was that he was going to spend months working alongside you, sharing scenes, sharing space. It was exhilarating—and utterly terrifying.

The first table read was surreal. 

You walked into the room like you owned it—poised, radiant, every bit the movie star he’d imagined you to be. 

Dominic tried to play it cool, keeping his head down and focusing on the script in front of him, but when you sat down beside him, his palms started to sweat.

“Hey,” you said, offering him a smile. “You’re Dominic, right?”

He looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Hi. Uh, it’s great to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Your smile widened, and you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “I heard you’ve got a bit of a crush on me.”

Dominic’s heart stopped. He could feel his ears burning as he scrambled for a response. “Oh, uh—I mean, people take those interview things way out of context, you know? I just… I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Relax,” you said, laughing softly. “I’m just messing with you. It’s sweet, though. I’m a fan of yours too. I listen to your music all the time.”

Dominic blinked, utterly disarmed by your casual compliment. He managed a smile, but his brain was short-circuiting. You’re a fan of mine? You listen to my music?

The table read started before he could embarrass himself further, but throughout the session, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at you. 

And, to his astonishment, you caught his eye more than once, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

As the weeks went on, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Dominic found that you were nothing like the untouchable goddess he’d built up in his head. 

You were funny, down-to-earth, and sharper than he’d expected. On set, you were professional but warm, always quick to offer a kind word or a joke to lighten the mood.

The chemistry between you was undeniable—not just on camera but off. 

The crew started to notice, throwing each other knowing looks whenever you and Dominic laughed a little too hard at each other’s jokes or lingered in conversation during breaks. 

But Dominic kept his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was work. You were colleagues... And nothing more.

Until the night everything changed.

Dominic couldn’t breathe.

The day’s schedule loomed over him like a storm cloud, and he swore his heart was pounding louder than the hum of the cameras.

Today was the day.

The kiss scene.

The one moment in the script he had fixated on since the project began. He had kissed people on screen before—it was part of the job. But none of those kisses had ever involved you.

You weren’t just another costar. You were the costar, the actress Dominic had secretly admired long before he landed the role.

Everyone knew it too. His harmless crush on you had been splashed across the internet, after all. He thought he’d been subtle. He wasn’t.

And now he was standing on set, trying to convince himself he could handle kissing you without losing his mind.

“Knock, knock,” your voice chimed as you peeked into his trailer.

Dominic jumped, nearly spilling his coffee. “Oh. Hey.”

You stepped inside, a warm smile on your lips as you held up a script. “Just thought I’d check in before the scene.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear casual. “You mean the one where our characters kiss?”

You grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Yes, Dom. That one... Are you nervous or something?" You chuckled softly, watching the heat rise in his face.

“I’m not nervous,” he said quickly, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him.

Your grin widened, and you tilted your head. “Really? Because you look a little nervous, dude.”

Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Maybe a little. But not for the reason you think.”

“Oh?” You stepped closer, crossing your arms. “And what reason is that?”

He hesitated, glancing down at the script in your hands as if it held the answers he needed. Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes locking onto yours. “I just... I don’t want to mess it up. This scene, I mean. It’s important to the, uh, story.”

You chuckled, nudging his arm lightly. “Dominic, you’re going to be fine. You’re quite a professional, believe it or not.”

“Right,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

You studied him for a moment, softening your tone. “Okay, what’s really going on? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Dominic’s jaw tightened as he shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to deflect, but the words that came out were honest instead. “It’s just... it’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had this stupid crush on you since forever, and now we’re about to kiss on camera, and I’m trying really hard not to completely fuck it up.”

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his truthful confession. “Dom...”

“I know,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s ridiculous. But I couldn’t not tell you. And now that I have, we can move on and—”

You interrupted him with a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Dominic, you’re not ridiculous. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re overthinking this. It’s just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss,” he echoed, though he didn’t sound convinced.

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The set was quiet as the crew made their final adjustments. Dominic stood at his mark, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt.

The scene was simple: your characters would share an emotional moment, confess their feelings, and kiss.

Simple in theory, but nothing about being this close to you felt simple.

You appeared on set, your costume flowing effortlessly as you took your place opposite him. Dominic forced himself to focus, to remember the lines, the marks, the choreography of the scene.

But then your eyes met his, and all the preparation flew out the window.

“Alright,” the director called. “Let’s roll.”

Dominic forced himself to breathe as the scene began. Your characters stood close, the scripted tension palpable.

He delivered his lines, but it wasn’t just acting—it was everything he’d been holding back, spilling out in words not entirely his own.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t care,” his character admitted, his voice trembling just slightly. “Because I do. I care more than I should.”

Your eyes softened, your own delivery layered with something unspoken. “Then stop pretending.”

There it was—the moment.

Dominic stepped closer, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. You closed the distance, and when your lips finally met, it was electric.  

You took a step closer, your face just inches from his. Your gaze flickered to his lips, and he followed the cue, leaning in slowly. His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from your face before resting gently on your cheek. It was all part of the script, but nothing about it felt rehearsed.

The kiss was supposed to be brief, just long enough to convey the emotion. But neither of you pulled away right on cue. The director didn’t call cut, letting the moment linger, and it felt like the entire set had disappeared.  

Your lips met his, soft and warm, and the world fell away. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, exactly as the scene demanded. But as the moment stretched, Dominic swore he felt something real—a spark, a connection that wasn’t written in the script. His fingers curled slightly against your jaw, pulling you closer without thinking.

“Cut!” the director called, breaking the spell.

You stepped back, your expression unreadable as you adjusted your costume.

Dominic blinked, trying to ground himself, but the lingering warmth of your lips was impossible to ignore. You met his gaze with a soft, unreadable smile, then turned away to reset your position.  

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The set began to clear as the crew packed up for the day.

Dominic lingered near the table, pretending to be interested in a bag of chips while his mind replayed the kiss over and over. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining things, but for a brief moment, he thought he’d felt you lean into him—like it hadn’t been just acting for you either.

“Hey.” Your voice broke his thoughts.

He turned to find you standing behind him, your expression soft but cautious.

“Hey,” he said, his heart racing.

You hesitated, biting your lip before taking a step closer. “Can I ask you something weird?”

“Of course.”

“That kiss…” You trailed off, searching his face. “Was it just acting for you? It almost seemed real.”

Dominic swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears. “No,” he admitted quietly. “It wasn’t... I know, it's embarassing. I'm sorry-"

You studied him for a moment before answering. “It wasn’t for me, either.”

His breath hitched, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. “What?!" he loudly exclaims, before composing himself back together, "So... what does that mean?”

“It means,” you said, stepping closer, “that I’ve been waiting for you to stop overthinking long enough to figure out that I like you too. I kind of always have...”  

Dominic stared at you, dumbfounded. “You... what?”

You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours. “I like you, Dom. A lot. And not just because of some script. I'm just... not as vocal about it in interviews, I guess.”  

He let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tightening around yours. “I really thought I was going to mess this up.”

“You didn’t,” you said, your smile warm. “Not even a little.”  

Before he could respond, you closed the distance between you, your hands resting gently on his chest as you kissed him.

This time, there were no cameras, no lights, no script. It was real. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, savoring every second.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks flushed, you gave him a shy smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first table read.”

Dominic laughed, the sound full of disbelief and joy. “You could’ve told me. Might’ve saved me a few sleepless nights.”

You grinned, lacing your fingers through his. “Where’s the fun in that? You should've seen yourself. You looked adorable, trying to act like you weren't freaking out."

Dominic groaned, his free hand running through his hair as his cheeks reddened. “I was not freaking out.”

You arched an eyebrow, your grin widening. “Oh, you so were. But it was cute. Endearing, even.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, though his heart was hammering. “Glad my nervous breakdown was entertaining for you.”

“It was,” you teased, stepping closer. “But for the record, I was freaking out a little, too.”

Dominic tilted his head, his eyes softening. “You? You’re always so calm, so collected.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, your voice lowering, “you have this way of making people… forget themselves.”

His breath caught at your words, and before he could think better of it, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again. It was slower this time, less urgent but just as consuming. Your fingers curled into his shirt as the rest of the world faded away.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want this to just be a scene between us.”

Your eyes searched his, vulnerability flickering across your face before you nodded. “Me too.”

Dominic exhaled in relief, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Let's get out of here,” he murmured suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

You blinked, startled. “Where?”

He glanced toward his trailer parked on the edge of the lot. “Somewhere private. Just us.”

Your cheeks warmed, but the way his hand slid down to intertwine with yours reassured you. “I like the sound of that,” you said softly.

Inside Dominic’s trailer, the space felt more intimate than usual. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the dim lighting.

He closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he admitted with a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned to face him, your lips curving into a gentle smile. “All your dreams coming true?"

Dominic nodded and stepped toward you slowly, as though afraid to shatter the fragile moment. When he reached you, his hands found your waist, pulling you close.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to pretend this is just… professional.”

Your fingers brushed the back of his neck, playing with the edges of his hair. “Well, luckily we don’t have to pretend anymore,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss deepened with unspoken promises and longing. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him, while yours clung to his shoulders.

He guided you toward the small couch, and when you sank onto it together, the world outside seemed to disappear entirely. His kisses trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured, “I’ve thought about this. About you… so many times.”

You shivered under his touch, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Dominic…”

He paused, looking up at you with a mixture of adoration and vulnerability. “We don’t have to rush,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I just want to be close to you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling at his sincerity.

The rest of the evening unfolded in whispered confessions and soft laughter, each kiss and touch building the connection between you.

It wasn’t just about the physical aspect—it was about finally letting go of the barriers, about finding something real amidst the overwhelming chaos of your lives.

As the night wore on, you lay curled up together, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his voice quiet but filled with warmth.

“Hey, Y/N..." he says jokingly, "I didn't know if you noticed, but I kinda like you. A lot. Like, really like you,” his words half-laughing, half-serious.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Mhm, really? I couldn't tell...” you replied, your voice just as soft. “You think we'll break the internet?”

Dominic laughed, his nerves finally dissipating. “Probably. But I don’t care. I want everyone to know.”

“Thank god,” you said, kissing him again. “So do I."

Dominic let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his lips curving into a grin that reached his eyes.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his heart beating a little easier now.

In that moment, words felt unnecessary. The quiet, the warmth between you, the unspoken understanding—it was enough. For the first time, Dominic wasn’t overthinking. He wasn’t worried about what came next.

With you in his arms, everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

[itsoutrageouss]

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.

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✩ do you take requests?

yes! as long as i know abt the character enough to represent him correctly

⭑ what do you write?

currently i write smut, angst, any genre tbh.

✩ who do you write for?

multi-tandom!

⭑ are you employed?

yes! i have a part time job in the medical field, am a part time student, and have a florist business. i will be writing my first book this year and hopefully have it published as well.

✩ how long have you been writing for?

about seven years i would say haha

⭑ can we be friends?

my inbox is open to everyone, although i'm not comfortable being friends with someone under the age of 18. it's just my preference-besides my content is only advised to audiences above the age of 18 regardless!

✩ how long have you had this page?

i created this page a week before i turned 17, and have been posting off and on since!

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guys should i start writing for dominic fike??

[dominicfikexoxo]

actress y/n instagram au 💋🎬

hii i’ve never really done this before but i thought i’d give it a go!

y/i/n

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y/i/n what the past couple weeks on set looked like if u care ;)

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y/nfan40 i can’t wait to see u in season 3!

y/nfan04 you are everything

alexademie 🤍

euphoriafan04 who is she

xoxoy/n11 i’m so proud of you !!

euphoria welcome to the family

dominicfike guy on the last slide is hot

dominicfike added to their instagram story

y/i/n added to their instagram story

y/i/n

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y/i/n from my digital camera

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y/nfan728 happy to say i’m her fan

y/nfan63  i hope she’s with dom 

alexademie  in love with u babe

euphoriafan111  why is no one talking ab dominic’s instagram story

xoxoy/n11  congrats on ur oscar nom!!

dominicfike  pretty baby

user563 STOPP DOMS COMMENT R U KIDDING?? SOMEONE CONFIRM

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vanityfair  Fans of Y/F/N Y/L/N are reeling from her latest and first Oscar nomination, the up and coming actress has gotten raving reviews from her latest role and sources say she’s given what might be the winter’s most talked-about performance. Tune in to Euphoria on January 9th to see what everyone’s talking about.

y/nfan728 y/n is actress of the year every year to me

y/nfan63  soo deserved 

euphoriafan111 this is insane!! @y/i/n couldn’t be happier for you!

xoxoy/n11 mother is mothering 

dominicfike love to see it

user53 overhyped

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Dominic fike x Reader ★・・・・・・★

𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 !𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. “𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚. “𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬?” 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙. “𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.

[dominicfikesguitar]

baby doll.

model!reader x dominic fike

warnings - fluff, smut, hair pulling, oral, readers name is ana.

dominic was ecstatic. his girlfriend, ana, was in paris for her modeling career, dominic was around the world for tour. but for winter, the ‘dont stare at the sun’ tour had ended and ana was back in LA to spend christmas with her boyfriend and family. 

they havent seen eachother since may 30th when they both left to go for their jobs.  

but finally, it was december. ana came home to a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments. she smiled and placed her two suitcases down. she walked to the room to find dominic wrapping some sort of shoes, most likely uggs. 

“hi dom” she said as she smiled. dominics head shot up and he turned around. he smiled and tackled her. “ana!” he shouted as he lifted her into the air, twirling her around.  

an hour passed by, ana was layed against the pillow, gripping dominics hair as his tongue lapped her throbbing clit.