#dominic fike imagines

[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.

--

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

<33

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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masterlist

[hearta54]

Studio With Dom (reader x Dominic Fike spicy fluff)

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

Word Count: 629

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

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

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

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

"Dom..." You gasped his name.

"Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

...

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

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

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

Your notes read:

If I don't belong to you

Something's gone wrong

I'll always find you

No matter what planet I'm on...

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

THE END

[dontlookbackjeane]

hear me out.. dominic fike x stripper reader ?? 🤔👀

ooo this is an interesting request! thx <3

Dominic Fike x Stripper Reader

A disagreement between two idiots and the manager had escalated fast. Words were exchanged, hands were thrown. Security wasted no time in getting both kicked out.

The chaos resulted in glass bottles being thrown and shattered in your section. You decided to take your break as someone cleaned it up. As you leaned against the wall, hidden in the shadows of the alleyway, you overheard the same two continuing an argument.

The streetlights and neon signs of the club cast dark shadows on their faces. Yet, you recognized one of them, he was a musician. You hated celebrities who came to cause chaos thinking it made them rockstars. Sure, they had money to spend, but no fucking etiquette. 

“That prick is fucking ridiculous,” his friend complained.

"Man, you always do this," Dominic said, his jaw aching from the hit he’d taken during the fight. "We could’ve just kept it chill, but you really had to get into it over that guy’s shoes?”

“He was wearing knock-off Yeezys. Was I supposed to pretend it wasn’t obvious?”

“Yes! Why would you even care? Are we, fourteen?”

His friend shrugged, unfazed, checking his pockets. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I’m gonna hit the 7/11 real quick. I’m out of smokes and my lighters dead. You good here for a second?”

Dominic groaned, “Just hurry up.”

“Promise, five minutes,” his friend says walking off to the convenience store across the street.

You watched Dominic for a moment, standing alone. He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking tired. He began walking over to your spot, still unaware of your presence as he tried to shield his eyes from the harsh neon lights.

“Coming back for round two?” You asked, standing near the side door.

He snapped his head up to look up at you. His expression shifting from surprise to intrigue.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, taking a step to get a better look at you.

“What are you planning on doing, then?”

“I don’t know,” he said, leaning a little closer. “Maybe just… get to know you?”

“You’re out here alone?” You asked knowing the answer.

“Yeah, waiting for my friend to get a lighter.” He smiled. “It’s been a tough night.”

“Sounds like you need someone to help you relax,” you suggested, taking a step closer to him. “I know something that could help.”

“Yeah?” Dominic asked. The moment stretched, and he could feel the tension intensify. Your faces were inches apart yet you had one hand behind your back, keeping the side door open… just in case your plan went haywire.

“What happens now?” Dominic asked, unsure what he was expecting.

You leaned in a little closer to his ear, your voice low as if you were about to tell a secret. “Well, you could come inside and I could show you how I make people forget their problems.”

He chuckled, surprised by your bluntness. “Don’t think I’m welcome to go back in there.”

“I know a way,” you said with a smile, looking up at him with wide eyes. “But you have to pay for a private showing.”

Dominic laughed, pulling away. “Of course, there was a catch. You’re too good to be true.”

“You were just seeing what you wanted to see,” you say, plainly, dropping the act. “You all do.”

“First, you try to seduce me. Now, you’re going to group me in with every other guy?” He jokingly shakes his head at you. “No manners.”

“And throwing a bottle into my section was fantastic etiquette,” you accuse, although honestly, you didn’t actually know which of the two had thrown the bottle.

“Oh shit, that was you?” he says genuinely surprised. “I am sorry about that. I lost my cool but I didn't actually mean to hit anyone."

"Yeah, I get it. People have bad nights." You said dismissively. You weren’t truly upset, you’d seen worse. And you never did have the highest expectations for men anyways.

“I don’t want to come across as one of those guys who are… like entitled assholes” he explained, his voice softer now. “I messed up, and I can make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

"What makes you think I’m interested in that?" Your tone didn’t match your body language. You had yet to pull away.

“Tell me to go away," Dominic challenged, his eyes meeting yours. You were close, both refusing to break eye contact. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyes looked in the moonlight.

Finally, you cracked a smiled up at him in response. You hated how he was making you feel, but you couldn't help it. Truthfully, you were more curious than you'd like to admit.

“You’re my type,” he smiled back. “I'd hate to leave without your number.”

You paused, and for a second, he thought you might turn him down. But then, surprisingly, you accepted, "Fine. Don’t make me regret it.”

Dominic couldn’t help but grin, opening his phone to hand over. “I won’t.”

As you typed in your number and handed his phone back, he noticed there was a crack in your cool demeanor. Suddenly, you seemed shy unable to meet his eyes.

“See you around, Dominic,” you abruptly spoke, quickly turning to step back inside the club.

Dominic stood confused by your sudden departure. You knew his name, you knew who he was. Was this a part of your game? Dominic couldn’t help but question you. Had he charmed you, or was he another fool? 

———-

A/N: this was kinda rushed but i hope you like it anon!

[mehwmidklpe]

hai can i pretty plz request an elliot fic where reader and elliot are casual, and reader doesn’t like physical touch but one day elliot is high and he hugs her when he sees her or smth and then she has a sort of realization moment where she realizes she doesn’t hate it when elliot is affection 😛 idk im bad at writing bruzz but THANK U 🙏🙏

omg I love this!

Physical touch?

You hate it.

It scares you.

It disgusts you.

You hate it.

Everytime Maddy tried to hug you, you stepped back. Everytime someone's parent laid a hand on you you fliched.

The disliking cale frol different sides:

You just don't like being touched.

You're traumatized.

It just makes you feel uncomfortable.

You're not that open.

You don't tend to get close to people.

But then you met Elliot.

He was everythung you were against. Drugs, alcohol, sex, parties, tattoos, drinking.

But you got close to him.

Closer then you'll ever get to a person. You just knew it.

So how did that work? No idea.

Right now, you were walking up the staurs to Elliot's room. You had agreed to meet up at his place today.

But unfortunately, when you walked into the room, the strong smell of drugs and smoke filled your poor nose.

And there he was.

Elliot in all his glory.

Snorting some drugs before smoking a cigarette.

It took hil a second to notice you, but when he did, a smile spread across his lips.

"Y/n." He stood up, walking up to you. "You're high. Like not the usual amount of high for you." You acknowledged.

Notmally Elliot could control his drugs use. Way better than Rue. He still had enough sense in him.

But now, the boy was wasted, and it concerned you, it scared you, it frustrated you.

"How much did you take?" You ask him, looking around the room.

Ciggartes were all around, bottles of alcoholic drinks were present, too and some sort of drugs you didn't recognize all over his guitar that laid on the ground.

Music was playing, hinting at how he'd probably had a blast on the process of getting high before you had arrived.

"Elliot, how much did you take??" You repeated, raising your voice, demanding an answer out of him.

He only smiled, staring at you like you were the most beautiful view he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Doesn't matter." He brushed it off, walking up to you.

"I missed you so much."

Too close.

He was too close.

"Elliot–" But before you could protest, his arms were around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Normally you would've pushed whoever did that to you away.

But the thing is.. you didn't want to. This.. this felt nice.

Too nice.

How's that possible.

A slight frown rested on your forehead as your hand automatically, but slowly came up to the back of Elliot's head, settling in his dyed blonde curls, your other hand resting on his back.

And for the first time, you didn't want to let go.

Instead you brought him closer.

This shouldn't feel so good. This is a drug addict your holding onto.

You could feel him hum against your skin. "You smell good." He acknowledged.

That's when he started walking you towards his bed, never letting go of you as he does.

You felt him lay you down, but you spoke again once your back hit the matress.

"Elliot." "Y/n."

He cuddled into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

The dyed blonde haired boy's eyes closed in satisfiction, relaxing into your touch. You're warm.." He smiled, his breath hot on your skin.

A sigh escaped your lips. "We shouldn't." You tell him. "Why not? It feels nice." The boy pouts. "It's the drugs." You remind him.

"No drugs can make me feel like this."

That was all it took to make you turn around and face him. And this time, for the first time, you cuddled into him.

Cause maybe Elliot was an exception. Maybe when it comes to Elliot, you did like being touched, being affectionate, being cared for, being loved.

All you wanted was for him to become clean so that you knew it was real.

And if it really was, you'd allow yourself to give yourself to him.

give me more Dominic/Elliot requests PLEASE! I'm begging you

[pollyypocket]

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.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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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.

[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.

[skateordiebitch]

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

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

CLOSE TO YOU || D.F x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itsoutrageouss]

bae i NEED elliot smut where the reader has a hand kink PLEASEEEEEEEEE i need his fingers so bad

You got it babygirl ;)

something something Elliot’s hands are so mesmerising that when he talks all you hear is blah, blah, blah, backstory stuff.. and he lowkey gets more needy than you from putting his fingers inside… and dominant as hell???

—🧚🏼‍♀️

You couldn’t stop staring at them. It honestly wasn’t your fault- his hands were like magnets to your eyes, always finding their way back down to where they were in his lap, one of them clasped around a cold beer, condensation rolling down the bottleneck like sweat. It continued over his knuckles, dipping through the valleys of his knuckles and dripping onto his lap, little dark spots splattering over his pants where he sat next to you in the back of your pickup truck.

The beers were still cold from the gas station where you’d taken a pit stop before parking at an empty lot further away. His other hand fidgeted with a frazzled bracelet that fit snug around his wrist where the veins bulged and snaked up his hand. You gulped. Forced your eyes up to the twinkling stars instead. Slowly they slid down to the horizon. A little to the left. Down into his lap. Again.

“Doll you’re not listening” Elliot finally noted, his had lazily craning towards you, chin lifted as he leaned back against the back of the car. There was a small, amused smile splaying on his round lips, and his puppy eyes narrowed as he searched your gaze.

You grew hot, fire lapping at your cheeks and exposed neck. He waited patiently for a response, eyes never leaving yours and you broke the silence with an awkward clearing of your throat, lips parted softly like a fish out of water.

“No im listening, for sure” you said with a furrow in your brow and a rapid nod to try and seem like his insinuation was offending. It wasn’t, though, because you hadn’t heard a damn word he’d said. To your startling, mortifying realisation, his free hand came up to squeeze your thigh, and you gasped. You and Elliot were… well you weren’t just friends but… you’d never exactly- well- it was hard to explain, yeah? There was always something simmering there, and at parties you’d always end up making out in a corner until your lips were swollen and raw. But nothing more had ever happened- he always seemed to pull away with a wink and dissapear.

“Yeah? What’d I just say?” He asks, leaning towards you slightly, simultaneously making his hand slide higher up your thigh. Your jaw ticked. Was he doing this on purpose?

“Something about that… thing you did yesterday” you tried, deliberately turning your head away to seem distracted yourself, like you didn’t throb between your legs already. You tried to take a calming breath but his hand left your leg, leaving a cold feeling where it had rested, before it came up to the back of your head, grasping your neck tightly to force your head back to face him. Was he closer now? Your hands flicked down to his hand that flexed around the beer and placed it on the bed of the truck next to his thigh. He followed your line of sight.

He shook his head and grinned as his eyes shimmered with understanding. “Not at all what I said. But it’s cool.” He said, his hand staying on your neck, forcing you to keep looking at him. His fingers tightened slightly and a shiver ran down your spine. Visibly, you shuddered. He rolled his eyes.

“This really what’s getting you so distracted?” He asks, his voice teasing as his fingers slid down your neck, around to the front of your neck, gliding over your collarbone. You suppressed a whimper, his other hand trailing up the bare skin if your thigh. The summer heat was sticky around you, a light sheen of sweat over his temple, his curls messy in the humid air. He licked his lips unconsciously, both his and your eyes glued to his hand moving up to the hem of your shorts, long fingers skittering just under the material. Your eyes widened slightly at his boldness.

“Elliot- why- you never touch-“ you stammered foolishly, wanting to understand what had changed. He sighed softly, peeling his eyes from the sight of your thigh convulsing under his touch. He held it tight to stop them from pressing needily together.

“Didn’t want to overstep. Didn’t know what you… wanted. I might have a fucking clue now, though” he said, voice low as his hand dipped under your shorts, skimming the side of your panties in a dangerously light touch. Your eyes squeezed shut and thudded against the back of the car. He snickered and you spared him a side glance.

“They just- fuck they look so… good” you whined, inhibitions lowered at the way his slender fingers moved over your clothes cunt. God his ego swelled in his chest as he rapidly removed his hand, sitting up straighter, shadowing the stars from your view, one hand cupping your jaw as he frantically worked the button of your shorts. His veins pulsed, the matted blue bracelet you gave him adorning his bronze skin.

“You want them?” He asked in a breathy tone, the thought dizzying both of you as your zipper was undone, hips lifting so he could tug the shorts down just enough for hun to get to where he wanted like he had no time to spare, like a dog who was been waiting for permission and finally had it. Your eyes opened, snapped to his, down to this plump lips, where his mouth was open, hand hovered over your panties.

You couldn’t even speak, only nodding in a desperate manner and bucking your hips up slightly to try and meet his hand. But he moved it just in time for you to only graze the warm air.

“Have to say it or I won’t touch you” he stated and you pouted in embarrassment.

“Yes- yes I want them Elliot just fucking-“ you were cut off by the breath in your throat hitching, swallowing down a moan as his fingertips slid under your panties and slid down your molten, wet slit. He let out a low sound almost akin to a moan, and it was absolutely addicting.

“Jesus Christ did my hands make you this wet?” He asked, but not even in a mocking way, just un pure astonishment, maybe even feeling a little proud as he prodded around your went cut, mapping you out, spending extra time at your puffy clit. He bit down on his tongue at the way you whined and twitched when his middle finger slipped over the nub in messy, soft rubs.

“It’s not my fault” you protested. It was his hands that made you feel so unexplainable fucking needy, it was completely out of your control. He huffed, and in response slipped a finger inside of you. Your walls already pulsed around the sole finger as it curled up, feeling your scorching hot and creaming cunt suck it in. He was mesmerised as you both stared at where his hand moved under your panties. Your thighs clamped around his wrist and he tsk’ed at you, his other hand digging into the plush if your thigh and prying them open wide. It felt so exposing, here in this lonely parking lot, the way his eyes were burning holes into your went cunt like he was just as taken as you.

He couldn’t help himself to slip a second finger inside, stretching your walls to accommodate him in a delicious stretch. He moaned- he fucking moaned before you even had the chance to. Blatantly, whorish, unashamed as his pupils dilated, meeting yours.

“This all you wanted? Just needed me to stuff my fingers inside of you to keep you happy, hm?” He asked, voice suddenly more hoarse than before, curling his fingers and pressing them inside you over and over, as far in as they could go, the wet squelching making your lashes flutter.

“Yes- yes thank you, Eli” you moaned with a thick voice, not even hearing your own words as more than a distance sound.

“Fuckin’ thanking me for fingering you Jesus Christ-“ he muttered, more to himself than to you as his hand in your thighs tugged your panties down messily for more access, finally able to see where he dissapear into you, where his hand shimmered in your wetness. His other hand went down, spreading your lips to see better, the lewd action making your heart swell and stutter and another gush of wetness dripping to the bed of the truck. His thumb rolled over your clit in messy circles and your cunt clenched around his fingers rhythmically.

“That’s it- gonna cum already? I just started doll” he said, a little mockery in his tone that made you flush and shiver. His lips suddenly pressed to yours to swallow down your moans, and he sucked in a sharp breath of relief. You moaned into his warm mouth, breath intermingling.

“Gonna- elliot-“ you garbled out, the way your clit was so puffy and wet that his thumb moved even faster making your now free thighs choke his wrist as you pulse around him, locking down like a vice- his veins bulging from the efforts to keep moving. Your breath hitches before all the curses and whined you could muster tumbled out of your swollen lips.

“Good girl, good fuckin- that’s it- better than I imagined oh fu-“ he rambled on, apparently incredibly mouthy when his fingers were pressed into your wet cunt. You nearly blacked out, felt your thighs grow wet, his hand still moving to its last effort. After god knows how long he slipped his fingers out, pervertedly holding them up in the moonlight. You cracked an eye opened and your kith watered at watching those damned fingers shimmering with your cum.

“Now are you gonna focus on what im telling you?” He asked as he pulled your shirts and panties up over your hips again, wet fingers struggling with the button. You breathed out a soft giggle, looking over at him, all your limbs weak.

“Yeah. Go ‘head.”

[chinguchirp]

Dominic fike x Reader ★・・・・・・★

𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡���𝐦 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 ��𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙. “𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.

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Dominic Fike x Reader - pt.3

per request.

angst.cheating. somehow this got even more toxic than pt.1 and pt.2...

kind of a long read.

The sight of you at this after party sent a familiar ache through his chest. You stood apart on opposite sides of the room. You didn't appear to notice him, your focus on your group of friends.

He hadn't been able to get you out his mind, even though he'd been trying for months. There were other girls - there were a lot of them. But none of them were you.

He wanted to walk over but he feared the sight of him would cause you to leave. He opted for a smoke outside. The cold night air, the mixed sounds of cars driving by and the music from the party sent his mind wandering. He thought back to the nights when you two used to drive around town, hitting up drive-thrus for icecream, laughing and talking about everything.

The older memories abruptly pushed aside for the memory of that final night in your apartment. You had looked to him as if you had already made peace with the fact that it was over, while he still clung to hope that maybe things could work out.

For weeks, he'd wondered if he’d fought a little harder, would you still be together? You had asked for space that final night. He didn't want to leave but he didn't want to push you further away. It seems it didn't matter what he wanted. Your silence to the apology after apology he sent made it clear how you felt about him.

---

You had seen him glancing over at you. It did occur to you to leave. You loved him deeply but you had decided you were above his disrespect. Out of spite, you refused to give him any more of your time. You ignored his calls and texts until he eventually stopped sending them.

When you saw him walking toward the exit, you hadn’t planned on excusing yourself to discreetly follow him. But the moment you saw the troubled look on his face, your vengeful plan to ignore him was forgotten. It was like your body moved on its own, quickly steering you through the room full of partygoers to him.

When you reached him, you saw him smoking alone looking down. The world fell silent for you. You never expected to feel so anxious approaching the man you had shared everything with for 3 years.

“What are you doing outside, Dom?” You felt unprepared. You had moved so quick on impulse, you had failed to think of what you'd say.

He looked up visibly taken aback by the sight of you. His eyes met yours, and for a second, there was nothing. Nothing but shock and confusion. All of a sudden this felt like a bad idea. Did he even want to see you? His calls and texts had stopped weeks ago.

"Oh, hey I-uh nothing," he stammered. “I didn’t expect to see you."

You gave him a small smile. “I wasn’t expecting to see you either.”

“Next time, you should ask for the guest list." He chuckled, though it was more of a nervous release.

The urge to say something witty, something that would make this moment feel less awkward, was strong. But all he could think about was how wrong everything felt. You were once each other's homes, now you were strangers struggling to get through a conversation.

"How have you been?" You asked, ignoring his teasing.

“I’ve been missing you,” he said before he could stop himself.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you responded honestly. “But with the way things ended, it's hard not to be mad at you."

It wasn’t just about his infidelity anymore. The way things ended had twisted the knife. Truthfully despite you having told him to leave, you wished he would've stayed and fought for you.

"I know and I've been trying to apologize. I know it wasn’t fair to you." It was the truth but after months of repeating the same apology, he couldn't help it, he felt a flare of anger. Neither of you fought hard enough and resentment had been building for months.

"And honestly, I don't think ghosting me after 3 years was fair either," he said, catching you by surprise.

"You think I ghosted you? You were the one who left, Dom!"

"That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he said plainly. “You were always pulling away every time I tried to get close. I felt that shit, y/n, for months before anything ever happened with me and another girl."

The words hit harder than he expected. The guilt, the miscommunication, the constant push and pull. It had never been simple between the two of you. And here you two were slipping back into old habits.

"We both have our issues, Dom. But you always make me feel like I’m the problem. For every stupid decision you make.”

Dominic shook his head in frustration. “I tried to work through our shit but you shut me out every damn time. I wanted to fix things but you make it impossible.”

"You didn't try to fix anything. Trying to fix things is not fucking another girl behind my back." You couldn't believe how quickly the conversation had escalated. "Dom, you were the one who walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing."

"I didn’t leave because you were nothing. I left because you fucking asked me to." He was suddenly annoyed. He didn’t need the guilt trip, he’d become quite familiar with that feeling on his own.

"I didn’t know how to deal with it. I just wanted you to stay. To be there for me," You revealed to his surprise.

"Then why tell me you need space? Why ignore every call, every text?" His tone clearly irritated. You felt if you didn't let your anger take over, you'd break down into tears.

"Sorry, I don't know how to react when I find out my boyfriends a cheater." You snapped back.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. “You’re so full of shit, y/n. You act like you want something real, but when you need to let someone in, you pull this shit. You get sarcastic, you want space, you'll do anything to avoid having a real conversation."

The words hit you like a slap to the face. Part of you knew he was right. You did shut down when things got hard. It hurt to be read like that by someone you loved. You could feel yourself retreating into yourself even now.

"You think this is what I wanted?" you asked, feeling defeated.

"I don’t know what you wanted, y/n. You never told me." Dominic sighed, the fight draining out of him. "Why the fuck did you even come out here for?"

"For you, you idiot," You felt like breaking down. "I’ve been worried about you."

There was a moment of silence, you both stood there, your hearts pounding, your vision blurred with unshed tears. The anger seemed to disappear. All that was left was a shared understanding of the harm you were causing each other.

'I hate that it’s all just… over," Dominic spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too.”

You were both too tired from this conversation that felt like a repeat of many before. Eventually, you took a breath and turned to leave. "Goodbye, Dom.”

The wind picked up, he told you he loved you but as he looked up, you were too far gone. When he'd look back on the memory, he wasn't ever sure you heard him.

[mehwmidklpe]

WE JUST IN LOVE

You and Elliot were laying next to each other on his bed. It was night, quiet, and you just stared at the ceiling while talking about random stuff and being lazy.

"So, you working on a new song?" You ask him out of curiousity. "I am, actually." He said, lazy as ever. "About?" You were so tired you didn't even form full sentences anymore.

"Complicated relationships." He shrugged before continueing.

"Only I can't fucking come up with something." The boy continued at which you shrug. "Well then..take inspiration from other relationships. Like--how about when Maddy and Nate dated?" You sggest, but he shakes his head

"I said complicated not toxic-abusing-crazy-boyfriend." He says to you at which you tilt your head cause it was fair enough "So what about Kat and Ethan?" "Too sweet. They loved each other." You had to slightly laugh at that.

"Yeah but Kat didn't actually like him like that, so she lied to him about having some mental illnes and then gaslighted him into breaking up." You tell him. Elliot turned his head to look at you for a second before rturning his gaze to the ceiling. "Wait for real? That's crazy. Like that's actually fucked up."

You smiled before continueing. "Rue and Jules?" You suggest again. "You don't even like Jules." The 'blonde' pointed out. "True. What about Lexi and Fez?" Elliot shrugged. "Yeah, but there's nothing complicated about that. They're just straight up cute." "They are! But if you want complicated then--remember when Cassie and McKay dated?" You recall with a slight frown on your face.

"I'm not writing a song about a fucking dude from college getting a senior pregnant Y/n!" Elliot exclaimed with a laugh, making you laugh too. "Sorry!"

Then silence fell across the room. It was comfortable, it always was with the two of you.

Everything was just... easy.

"What about us?"

"What about us?"

"Well.. We're complicated right?" Elliot shrugged. The boy's words made you frown. "How are we complecated? Didn't you say that--and I quote: everything is just so easy with you. I feel like I can tell you everything.' Those were your words." You remind him and Elliot shut his eyes tightly at the fact that you still rememberd that.

"Yeah but.. I don't know, we act like friend, even though we both know something's going on between us." With that he turned his head to the side so he could look at you. "Yeah? What do you think we are then?" You ask with a teasing smile, turning your head to him for the first time in a while.

"I think we just in love."

Your gaze softened at that. "Sorry?" The latino/black/asian boy smiled. "Like the way we fight, or the way we look at each othr, the way we act with each other."

His voice was soft just like his smile, but his expression slowly fell as he saw the look at your face. So the curly haired boy took a deep breath before continueing. "Okay look, I know we're not boyfriend and girlfirend. And I know we're not exculsive. But be honest. Do you really not feel anything for me?"

You couldn't say anything. For the first time, you didn't find some smart or teasy response.

"I..Well." You couldn't find the right words to say. Luckily, Elliot spoke again. "Come on Y/n. Everyone can see it but us. And I finally get it. Whatever is going on between us is not what friends do Even platonic friends. I know I once said I don't care about exclusive relationships but.. you ought to change my mind.."

You gulped, heart skipping a beat. His usual smirk was gone, a soft expression replacing it. An expression that made you feel like melting right on spot.

The boy then cleared his troath. "Okay, if you won't do it then I'll start: Y/n. I like you, maybe even love you. I think you're the most amazing girl ever, you're freaking badass, you're beautiful and smart and cold but kind and whenever you smile my heart just skips a beat. I love how we can talk about anything--or not even talk at all and still be comfortable with each other. You ocupied my mind, I can't keep it off of you. It's like I'm losing it or something. And I just wanna be with you 24/7.. if that makes sense."

But you stayed quiet, which made him think he may have been wrong about you returning his feelings. "This is supposed to be the part where you're like: 'Oh Elliot. You're so right--I'm obssessed with you I love you so much, I can't live without you.'.. No? Lemme try again. 'Oh Elliot--'"

His immitation was cut of by the softest feeling reaching his lips.

You were kissing him, like you, Y/n Y/l/n were actually kissing him. Elliot quickly melted into the kiss, his eyes closing, his hand coming to rest on your warm cheek as your lips moved in sinc with his.

The kiss was warm, soft, gentle, loving.

Something you wouldn't have expected from a boy like Elliot. But he was loving it. He loved it so much that when you pulled away, his lips chased yours to meet them again, only they were too far for him to reach. He looked at you with doe eyes, but the smile on your face made up for the fact that you didn't kiss him again.

"I love you too." You wishpered to him before patting his cheek.

"Now go write that song."

I don't listen to Ariana's (or anything like this) music but oh well

[ethelcained]

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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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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