#dominic fike x black!reader

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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#hannah speaks ღ #elliot x you #elliot fic #elliot x reader #elliot smut #elliot imagine #elliot euphoria x reader #elliot x black!reader #elliot x fem!reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike x black!reader #dominic fike x fem!reader

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

Dom fucking you in his dressing room before he goes back out on the stage

𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

warnings[ p in v, smut, swearing, unprotected sex ]

you and Dominic have been together for a little over a couple months now. yes.. its been in secret, but you've been together non the less. decideding to keep your relationship a secret was the best decision for the both of you, it was also extremely fun.

Sneaking off at party's, meeting up in the bathroom, quickys in closets, you also loved the thrill of almost getting caught, especially when Dominic would try to sneak touches in public and whoever your with sees his hand leaving your thingh. your favorite part is the hurried sex though. like now. Dominic was getting ready for his show, was being the main focus of the sentence.

instead Dom decided to fuck you in his dressing room. no big deal, right? well it wasn't, until you realized what time it is. 'fuck domm you go out in 5 minutes' you moan out as he pounds into you from behind. gripping your hips with force that'll leave prints, his mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

'fuckk, baby I know, just need you' he breathed out while what could be mistaken for a whimper left his lips.

he fucked you so good all the time but something was different about this. not wrong, just different.

for instance, you never struggled to have your feet touch the ground, but here you are feet barley grazing the floor with every thrust, nor had you had vision problems, but everytime he pushes that button your vision fills with white spots that can only be described as stars.

'oh my god I'm gonna cum' you whine. Dominic who was to focused looking at the white ring you created around his cock, paid no attention to what you said. moaning at the way he felt you clenching around him.

'can I cum in you baby?' he questions speeding up his pace. moaning at the delicious feeling of his cock hitting your g spot. 'fuck yes! please need it so bad' you moan out eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck into you.

right as someone knocks on the door.

not being able to hold any longer you hurriedly put your hand over your mouth desperate to stay as quiet as you could cumming around Dominic's cock, triggering his orgasm he thrust hard into you as a stage hand informed him through the door that he needed to go out.

looking down at your fucked out face in the mirror and not caring to rush on stage he lazyly fucked his cum deeper in to you.

'God baby we gotta do this more' he laughs slapping your ass as he pulls out, chuckling at your tired form trying to catch your breath as your legs twitched.

#dominic fike x you #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #dominic fike smut #black fanfic writer

[kausstar]

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ spotless mind , elliot .

no characteristics of reader besides the reader wearing lip gloss. black reader in mind but anyone can read. smoking. swearing.

the room was covered in a cloud of smoke as you held your latest puff of weed in your mouth, eyes low from your past drags of the drug. elliot, who was laid on your lap, watched as you blinked slowly and your glossy lips part to release the smoke from between them. his eyes continued to be glued on them until you speak. “el or elly?” you ask as your free hand played in his soft hair. “which ever. i like both,” he shrugs, taking the joint from your hand to take a drag of it, but it doesn’t make it to his mouth because he takes notice of the shiny ring around the butt of it.

back resting against his pillows, your mind continues to think about your question— not noticing his staring gaze on it. "elly is more of a jules thing, right? i like el better," you ramble on, eyes finally looking down after coming to a conclusion on your own. you’re confused when you catch him twisting the joint in between his fingers, grin spread on his face as he does so. you couldn’t understand what was so funny about it.

“what? something wrong?” you asks, eye brows pinched in worry as your hand stops massaging his scalp. he’s quick to look over at you after hearing your voice but his grin grows into a smile at the looks of you. “no,” he shakes his head before he places it into his mouth and takes a drag. you were still confused on why he was smiling so hard until he blows the smoke from his mouth slowly and speaks up again. “your lip gloss tastes really good, by the way,” he teases, gesturing the blunt over to you with a grin and you don’t understand at first until you notice the glossy ring.

“sorry, want me to wipe it off?” you reply nervously making him chuckle and reassure you with a shake of his head. “it’s cool,” he replies, eyes sharing a glance between your eyes and lips. his look doesn’t go unnoticed by you before he rambles on, “i like it. reminds me of you.”

you roll your eyes at his comment. “you’re so fucking corny, you know that?” you ask, head tilted to copy his laying position.

“really?” he squints at you as if he’s confused, smile giving away his teasing intentions. “i didn’t notice.”

 2023 kausstar.

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #+ yes it’s bad. i know. #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria fanfic #dominic fike x reader #elliot imagine #dominic fike #x black reader #x black fem reader

[persephonesbody]

the weekend: part i, elliot x reader

୨୧ the weekend masterlist synopsis: in which he's in a relationship but still has you wrapped around his finger... but only on the weekend warning(s): infidelity/cheating, angst, arguing, lying, implied makeup sex, delusion (reader is just like meeee lmao). author's note: you sayyy youuu got a girllll, how you want me? how you want me when you got a girlll?? let me know if you all would like a part two :) (edited as of 12.30.23) wc: 1.2k

"What's on your mind?" He asked, pulling your head out of your thoughts.

You caught yourself doing that a lot lately. Taking the time to step back and do some hardcore reflecting. It was apparent that the person that you were becoming was beginning to cause conflict in your life.

When you started fooling around with Elliot, it hadn't occurred to you that what you two were doing was wrong. He'd done such a good job at convincing you that your loyalty didn't lie with his girlfriend.

I mean, you two hardly knew each other. All you knew was that he quickly grew fond of the girl two weeks after he transferred to East Highland. About a month after that, they were dating. 

But Elliot was a liar. And a good one.

You met him at a party and caught him right in the middle of a personal smoke sesh. He asked you if you wanted to take a hit, and you obliged. Next thing you knew he was tonguing you down in a dimly lit bathroom, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

At that point, you had no clue about his relationship. That night led to steamy rendevous, and soon enough it became frequent. Every weekend, he would hit you up at midnight and then pick you up. What happened after that was unspeakable. 

That lasted about a month before you finally found out about her.

You overheard her and Maddy talk about their relationship, and you were vexed, to say the very least. Swearing up and down, when you confront Elliot about his secret relationship, you won't let up and cut him off for good.

You swore but didn't hold yourself to the swear. The minute he began to rest his case, he confided in you about how bored he was with his relationship and how he did like her but felt like he wasn't taking their relationship as seriously as she was. 

He promised that he was going to break up with her soon.

A smart person would just call him a liar and leave him alone... right?

Wrong. You fell for his lies and now here you were. Saturday night, tangled in his sheets while he smoked a joint and played tunes off of his guitar. 

"You." You responded.

He glanced up from his guitar to look at you, "Me?"

You nodded, your eyes moving from his to the nail you were picking, "You and... her."

You heard a deep sigh escape his lips, "I told you that I'm breaking up with her."

"You tell me a lot of things, Elliot."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Your eyes rolled, staring at his face, "It means that you tell me things that I'm supposed to believe, but I don't. Not anymore."

He's stuck. He's confused. He didn't think that you would bring this conversation up, as it was an unspoken rule between the two of you not to argue over his relationship.

Mostly because he didn't want to account for fiddling with two girls' emotions, all while trying to have his cake and eating it too.

But you were fed up. You wanted Elliot to yourself, and it was eating you up inside knowing that you only were allowed access to him on the weekends.

"Why won't you just break up with her? You say that you're not happy and that you're dissatisfied with your relationship yet you still stay with her. Why?"

The questions were coming up like word vomit. It was as if once you started, you couldn't stop. All the emotions that you had bottled up inside were starting to fizzle out, and you figured that now was the time to address his betrayal.

You didn't even realize that he was now standing up, inching closer to you and your face with his hand. His demeanor was nurturing and confused. It made you wonder what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Y/N, I love you. You know that,” he started, “I just… can’t be with you right now. I like what we’re doing. It’s simple.”

What the fuck?

Simple. That statement alone was enough to make your heart drop. 

He caressed your cheek and then placed a soft kiss on it. Then he turns away and heads to the bathroom.

What the fuck?????

All you could utter was “Are you serious?” which you meant to say in your head, but it blurted out with such disgust lacing your tone.

He ignored you and a moment later you heard his pee hit the water in the toilet. You roll your eyes again and inch near the bathroom door, awaiting his departure. The sink runs, assuming that he is washing his hands and then the door opens. 

For the life of you, you could not read the expression on his face. You wondered what was going on in his head and why he was treating you this way. You wondered so much to the point where that was the question that you blurted out.

“Treating you like what? I thought I made it clear what this was.” He gestures between the both of you, “We fuck on weekends. I don’t understand why you expected anything else out of me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who proposed the idea of us fucking around. You’re the one who initiated this whole thing and promised me that you were going to break up with her. Don’t try to flip this shit on me.”

He plopped on the edge of his bed and you stood in front of him with your arms folded.

“I’m not flipping anything, sweetheart,” He smirked and chuckled, adding fuel to the fire, “I like it when you get all mad at me,” His hand reached for your hip and he pulled you into his lap, then placed soft kisses along your neck. 

You pushed your hands against his chest slightly, “Elliot stop. We’re having a conversation.”

He sighed, dropping his hands, “I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t continue this thing we have going on if we argue all the time. Now do you want to talk about my girlfriend or do what you came over to do…” his voice trailed off as his fingers went back to massaging your sides, then cupping your butt. 

He squeezed your cheek softly and stared at you with his low, red eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for you to respond, “Hmm? Do you still want to talk?”

Your lips parted, lingering for something to come out, yet nothing did. Instead, he leaned in and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply. 

This is how it went every time. You would ask him about her and he would avoid accountability by trapping you in his seductive web. It was like clockwork. And you always fell for it.

You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself anymore, because you knew that he was going to continue to lie. 

At this point, you were fully aware of what you were getting into with him, and you were starting not to care. And at this point, you were willing to put everything on the line if it meant you still got to have a little piece of him on the weekend.

#elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #euphoria imagines #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #black reader #elliot x black reader #euphoria #dominic fike smut #elliot smut #persephonesbody #the weekend | elliot x reader

[stressedemoblackbratz]

CELEBS (OR MORE)

completed = 𓆩♡𓆪

unfinished = ♡

in the works = ➳

oneshots = ★

INCOMING…

#lil meech #lil meech x reader #lucas sabbat #namor of talokan #michael rainey jr #angus cloud #dominic fike #rodrick #black reader #black y/n #jahking guillory

[backwzzds]

feening to go back on wattpad to make a dom fike social media fic bc i hate doing the layout on here 😭 should iiiiiii

#lora’s shit talk! ੈ✩‧₊˚ #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike x black reader

[infernalodie]

Hi it’s sweet cheeks anon, could I request a black male reader who’s dating Elliot secretly and people want to know why he won’t make a move on any of the girls cause the assume he’s straight since he plays football and stuff. Also, I’m sorry if I sound impatient, but how’s it going with the earlier requests you put together, go at your own pace ofc, and you can ignore me if this sounds rude. - sweet cheeks anon 😎

𝟑 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱”

Inspo: Dominic Fike - 3 Nights

Pairing: Elliot x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You two were ashamed of nothing or how you felt for one another. But you liked the secrecy that surrounded the two of you.

Warnings: Slight angst but fluffy.

Words 922

Love is a dangerous thing and keeping it sacred is just as dangerous when you lived in Highland. The place was a breeding ground for dramatic heartbreak and outright shameless cheating. It was one of the biggest reasons you hated having to consider it your home.

The only thing that made up for its shitty atmosphere was the very few people you could consider your friends. Lexi was an absolute sweetheart and put up with too much of your shit, but still stuck around. Fez was your dealer, straight forward dude and funny as hell when you got him cross-faded. Rue was a childhood friend and the first girl and last girl you ever had sex with. And Jules was your goddess. They all made living in Highland worth the trouble.

But one stuck out from the rest and it was Elliot. That stoner swept you off your feet the moment you met him at the local corner store. You still remember how you were grabbing some dark chocolate and pop when he came out of nowhere judging you on your candy choice. To be fair, you did realize that dark chocolate wasn’t as fondly looked upon as milk chocolate. But his teasing and joking nature had you hooked instantly. From his constant pestering to his oddly romantic and flirtatious compliments, he made living here better.

“Elli, I’m fuckin’ serious.”

Your scolding tone made said boy pout in protest, but he did listen and snuff out the end of his blunt and wrapped it in the specific ziplock bag you had in your truck. “I don’t know why your dad needs to inspect your car when he’s the fucking mayor,” he complained. “Doesn’t he have a town to run and what not?”

“Yes, but he knows you Elliot and knows what you do in your free time,” you stated. “And the other shit we do in here.”

Elliot was quick to slap your shoulder in disgust as you grinned, smacking your lips together and pushing them out dramatically. He grumbled in annoyance, pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss before connecting his phone to the Bluetooth as you started the truck and began to pull out of the driveway of your house.

It’d been half a year of you and Elliot dating and it’d only been amazing. Nothing ever became a problem considering the stoner listened to your complaints if there were any and you listened to him when you forced him to do his homework. Both of you cared about what the other had to say and were ready to drop everything one another. And it might’ve been that willingness to do anything for each other that kept this relationship healthier than any either of you has had in the past.

The only problem was just keeping it a secret. You weren’t scared about being out there since you had no problem curb-stomping some homophobic piece of shit. But you didn’t want to pressure Elliot into being public if he didn’t want to. Meet-ups at the motel were fine as they were and him spending nights was good as well. Especially with your parents being as welcoming as they were to him and your guys’ relationship. Outside of your parents, no one else knew and you were completely fine with being complacent for a while.

Arriving at school, the two of you walked together from your truck and to your guys’ locker that was right beside one another this school year. A special request you had made with the principal.

“So, my parents want to go out for supper tomorrow night at the dinner in town,” you announced, seeing Elliot side-eye you. “You down to come? My sister is dying to see you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Elliot shrugged. “I don’t mind free food and getting on the good side with the Mayor.”

You elbowed him in the side, but he couldn’t respond when Nate suddenly appeared, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Y/n, you staying for practice today?” He asked as you forced a smile.

“Yeah, man. We got that game coming up, so I need to be here to pick up the mess your sorry asses leave.” The Jacobs boy laughed and leaned against the locker between yours and Elliots. Practically placing a wall between you and your boyfriend.

“When are you going to get yourself an old lady, man?” Nate inquired curiously.”

A laugh fell from your lips as you grabbed your books. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“A girlfriend, bro,” Nate answered. “You have literally never had a girl under your arm, ever.”

Eyes flickering past the Quarterback, your gaze was met by Elliot. He already knew the facade you had to play, he’d been playing it as long as you had. It hurt every single time doing so because all you wanted to do was grab the boy, pin him to the lockers, and just kiss him. Not care what anyone else had to say and just be proud of who you were and who you were with.

But you had your ways of showing your love to him without indirectly outing yourselves out. “I mean, I have someone that I love. Just don’t see the point in going public when it’s private,” you shrugged. “And I guess I just prefer to have someone special no one else can steal.”

Elliot masked his blush behind his locker as Nate asked who it was that you loved. But that was only yours and Elliot's secret.

#elliot #elliot x black reader #elliot x black!reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria hbo #poc reader #x black!reader #euphoria s2 #elliot imagine #dominic fike #x black!male!reader #elliot x black!male!reader #euphoria x black!reader #euphoria x black reader #elliot fanfiction #elliot fluff #elliot angst

[dontdodrugs-dome]

catch up!

Heyyyy whores so as you can tell I have been MIA for a WHILE so heressss a catch up.

I am now INLOVE with Domonic Fike (we're married with 6 children in my head)

My birthday was recently on the 22nd (CHEERS BITCHES )

Yes, I will write for dominic and YES I will still be writing for Jackman.

#jack harlow #x black fem reader #black beauty #dominic fike

[the-crystal-one]

NOW LOOK HERE

ALRIGHT befoooooore y'all crucify me just know I've been TRYING, finals and what not have been rear ending me. But

Im working on NKIT I promise on my life Im trying

Now for what I really want....I want to write a Dominic Fike (Elliot) Story *ducks rocks* DONT HIT ME! I JUST LOVE ME SOME D FIKE!

~Alrighty y'all, Stand Straight, Bake your face, and forget all the hate!~ TheCrystalOne!

#dominic fike #x black fem reader #x black reader #x woc!reader #Maybe? #euphoria #thecrystalonewrites #euphoria x black!reader #euphoria x fem!reader

[misojunnie]

DELICATE ─ psh. ☆ (teaser)

does love ever cross the line?

# genre: rich kid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!reader, forbidden love, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family feud, non idol au

# warnings: substances, lots of pining/angst, cursing, insults, mature jokes, implied sex, I have no idea how businesses work plz don’t roast me

# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + le sserafim

# playlist: delicate by taylor swift, take care by beach house, love by kendrick lamar, babydoll by dominic fike, hurts so good by astrid s

# a/n: hi y’all! I got this request a long time ago and only recently got to it, so I hope y’all like! lmk if u want to be added to the taglist! pls enjoy <3

# word count: 13.2k

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this was written upon anon request; check it out here!

when your father’s company cratered after a faulty business deal, a vendetta was formed between your family and the biggest export company in south korea. but that rivalry begins to falter when you fall in love with the ceo’s son.

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Awards banquets were Sunghoon’s least favorite part of being in business. Forget the ruthlessness and backstabbing, dressing up in a suit and pretending to be successful blew all that warfare out of the water.

“It’s too tight.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. Just stop complaining.”

“I’m not kidding, Jake. Loosen it or I’ll kill you.” Jake sighed, tugging on the navy blue tie until it was hanging loosely around Sunghoon’s neck, a stark and messy contrast to his crisp black suit and neat button up.

“Jesus Christ. After fifteen years, you’d think you’d know how to tie a tie.” Jake said, shaking his head as his best friend checked his hair in the mirror.

“Are you sure we have to go to this thing tonight?” Sunghoon huffed, brushing a stray piece of hair into place.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ve been going to these galas since you were six, and dragging me along with you.” Jake scoffed, pushing Sunghoon’s head from behind and ruining his hairstyle yet again, the latter glaring.

“You love it.” Sunghoon teased, tearing his eyes away from the mirror after checking his hair a last time. “God, I can’t believe we’re still having these idiotic galas. Everyone just knows they’re a coverup for big corporations to distract from the fact that they’re abusing their poor workers.”

“Nobody cares these days. Put a bow on anything and the media will eat it up.” Jake said, adjusting his tie before slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Ready to ruin some lives? Destroy some young futures?”

“Not funny.” Sunghoon warned, pointing his finger at Jake while trying to tug on his shoes with the other hand. “You know how much I hate the company.”

“Say that as much as you want, but you’re still wearing shoes bought with your daddy’s blood money.” Sunghoon huffed.

“Hm...I suppose you’re right.” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the ball, Prince Charming.” Jake dragged Sunghoon out of the room by the wrist, locking it behind him, Sunghoon in tow.

Sunghoon sighed. God, how he hated his life. A legacy built on deception, and nothing he could do about it. Him and Jake made their way to the elevators, his dull eyes disappearing behind the closing doors.

He didn’t belong anywhere. Certainly not here.

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On the other side of the city, you were having an entirely different conversation.

“Take that off, Chae.” you said, biting into an apple. Your red lipstick bled into the fruit as you stared judgingly at Chaewon’s enormous diamond necklace.

“But it’s so pretty.” she crossed her arms, but you gave her a stern glance and she turned around to change with a roll of her eyes. “And you, put that out.” you swatted at Jay’s hand, a lit cigarette perched between his two fingers, roiling smoke spilling from the top. “You’re gonna make my new dress smell like smoke.”

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Jay asked, putting out his cigarette on the corner of the coffee table, which made you frown. “No need to stress. You’ve done this business routine a million times over.”

“I’m just nervous, I guess.” you said, hands fidgeting in your lap.

“I thought you didn’t care what the Parks thought about you.”

“I don’t.” you said firmly, tongue poking into the flesh of your left cheek. “I just want things to go smoothly, that’s all.”

“So you’re not gonna stand up to those fuckers that ruined your life? No protest?” Jay asked, resting his chin on his hand. “You always wanted to take them down.”

“Of course I do. But tonight’s not the night.” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, smudging your foundation and cursing when you realized what you had done. “I just want to be put together, just for one night.”

“Well you certainly look the part, honey.” he said, eyes trailing over your floor length red gown. “You’re a proper businesswoman.”

“I hope so.” you laughed.

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it for a fact.” Jay said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing. “Now let’s get you to this ball.” You grinned up at him, getting to your feet and brushing the dust off your skirt with determination.

“Let’s show these people who our company is.”

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[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Eros

Elliot x female!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: .7k

“ I was a soldier, now I'm comin' home, the war is over

Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break

You need to smell your sweet aroma”- Mac Miller in Skin

Warnings: Technically smut, mentions of death and killing. 

A/N: This is my first remotely smutty thing and I’m literally posting and editing this in art class I feel like someone is looking over my shoulder reading it. Oh well. My first fic I’ve finished in a year and my first Elliot fic period. Enjoy or don’t idc. Its been like 3 days since I wrote that first part now Im typing in the dark cause I forgot to finish the post and the school wifi was shitty. Also its third person which was fun.

Masterlist

Her skin is silk. She is made of porcelain. She is fire, her tongue tastes of lightning. She’s coated in pleasure.

 She’s everything, it’s too much he can’t breathe. Can’t live without her. Won’t live without her for she is oxygen itself. 

“Elliot” She whispers, crawling closer to him. 

He loves her voice, wants to lick it from her mouth. 

She is the fountain of youth. 

She’s bare, she is whole, she’s his. 

He seeks her out. Hands grasping at her hips, grounding himself.

She calls out his name again. He doesn’t respond, not with words at least. 

He crashes his mouth onto hers. 

It isn’t gentle, far from it.

 He kisses her as if he wants to devour her, swallow her whole. He bites her bottom lip before slowly pulling away. He doesn’t move far. He never could. 

“Elly” She gasps, caged between his bed and body. 

He nips at her collarbone over a mark he’d left a day prior. 

“Please” She begs. 

She smells like cinnamon, tastes like heaven. Her skin is warm. He’s lost in his head. He hears her pleas.

How could she ever think he’d deny her? Doesn’t she know that he’d do anything for her? Die for her. Kill for her. Live for her. 

He loves her, knows he does. She loves him too, he thinks. They’ve never said it. 

He heals her. She was never made, not before him. 

He sucks at her skin hoping it’ll say the words he can’t. He’s never felt something this deep, this heavy, this terrifying. 

She had no home before him. She had nowhere to go and no one to be. She’d been waiting before she knew what patience was. 

She wasn’t sure she believed in god. In the moments spent in Elliot’s bed, in his soul, his mind she knew. This was god and god was cruel. 

“Please.” She tried again hoping this time he’d listen. 

“Shh. I know,”  He soothes her, stroking her hip. “I got you.” 

I know you, I love you, I exist for you. 

He kisses down her body, slowly. He takes his time following a path he’s trekked so many times before. 

He kisses from her hip to her thigh, and back up again. 

He gives her what she wants, eating her, breaking her apart, putting her together. 

She drifts one hand to his hair. Not pulling but she entangles her fingers in it nonetheless. Grounding. 

“I can’t-“ She chokes. Can’t do this anymore. Can’t exist without you, want to be yours forever. Can’t pretend to not love you, to not need you. 

So many words left unsaid, they taint the air leaving a stale taste. Poison. 

He pulls away for a second. 

“I know, me either.” He murmurs he understands, always has always will. 

He dives back in. 

She’s unraveling, gasping and panting, writhing. 

He glances up at her intoxicated. There is not a single drug that can compare to her. This divinity, she is his, and she owns him. 

She is the most gorgeous creature in the world.

 He wants everyone to see her now. Have to see and know of her and never have her. Not like he has her at least. 

She screams his name as she is set ablaze. 

She pulls him up to her face with her arms around his neck. 

She kisses him, a million tastes mingle on her tongue as her mind spirals. Their souls swirl with each other around the space. 

 Nothing will ever be better than this. 

She knows this cannot last. This moment cannot be forever. The idea of being together will only complicate things. He knows this too, knows she cannot be his, not truly. They don’t know how. 

He wants to paint her to have something of her forever, when this moment fades and her warmth leaves him, he’ll still have her. Her essence encapsulated, in an everlasting medium. 

 They are stupid, they are cursed, by Eros; son of Aphrodite goddess of love and war. They were chosen by the Gods favored and cursed, set to this merciless fate. Love and destruction, two sides of the same coin. To love is to be in pain. To love is to die. 

She is willing to die, willing to take him down with her, she pulls him closer to her. Closer and closer until he is inside her until there is no distance left at all until he is swimming in her. 

“I want you.” She says against his lips.

He knows what she means. 

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

it's the new year so prepare to be sick of me.

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This also means I'm officially taking requests

I have some things in the works

but the time for requests is now☆

what I write

only fem reader

sub reader x character dom reader x character

character x reader x character

~they don't just have to be characters

I like a lot of bimbo and brat stuff you can ask 4 that

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[bratzforchris]

Heeeyyyyy🎀

I have an idea👀

Matt x reader where she’s really scared of dogs and they go over to a mutual friends house and they have a dog (That reader somehow didn’t know about🤷🏽‍♀️😭) and Matt eases her into not being afraid anymore.

Puppy Love

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Summary: Above!!

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader (with surprise guests Jake and Johnnie :3)

Warnings: Fear of dogs, Jake being an oblivious little shit

Word Count: 872

A/N: Thank you for the request! Let me know if you guys would ever want more crossover type fics like this! Especially after this past weekend (if you know, you know) :)

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If there was one thing that you feared more than anything else, it was dogs. You knew it was irrational, but you’d had the fear since you were a small child, having been pushed over by a large dog at the park. For this reason, you and Matt had a little gray tabby kitten that you both considered your “child”. 

That didn’t mean other people didn’t have dogs, though. You usually tried to nonchalantly ask about people’s pets, terrified of either a) being judged or b) being shocked by a large animal you were unaware of. Matt knew about your fear, and thus, usually made sure the friends you hung out with were dog free or the pets were out of the house before you went over. 

Everyone was bound to make mistakes, though, and this was what happened on this particular day. You and Matt had agreed to go over to Jake and Johnnie’s house to film a teams video, in which you and your boyfriend would go against Jake and Johnnie in a gingerbread house building contest. You were quite excited for the day as Matt turned the car into the driveway of their LA house, humming along softly to a Dominic Fike song on the radio. 

“I’m excited,” You giggled as you both exited the car, walking towards the front door. The excitement didn’t last long, however, because you soon heard a bark from inside the house that caused you to stop in your tracks. You dropped Matt’s hand, looking up at him as your face paled. “Do they…have a dog?”

Matt’s face dropped as he looked at you, worry creasing his eyes. “Shit, baby. I forgot. I’m so sorry, honey. Let me text Jake and ask him if he can maybe put him in the backyard.”

But before Matt could send the message, Jake opened the door, smiling widely. “Hey guys!”

Behind him, was a large, white and black pitbull. The dog didn’t move, opting to sit by Jake’s feet, but he continued to bark like there was no tomorrow. You practically clung to Matt’s side, fear coursing through your body. He didn’t look aggressive, but his bark sure sounded like it. Johnnie appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Jake and the dog, surveying the situation. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked. 

Jake had been oblivious to your and Matt’s silence, but Johnnie was much more observant. He took one look at your fearful face and the way your nails were digging into Matt’s bicep while he gently rubbed your back. You looked up as Matt shifted, an anxious look on his face. 

“Y/N isn’t…crazy about dogs.” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to embarrass you. 

“Shredder’s chill, dude.” Jake chuckled, opening the door wider so you two could step in. 

“The dog’s name is Shredder?” 

If you weren’t anxious before, you definitely were now. The dog was huge and muscular, with a name that made him sound even more malicious. Even though he hadn’t moved, simply wagging his tail against the floor as Johnnie pet him, you were still frozen with fear. Matt gently rubbed your side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before holding his hand out for the dog to sniff. 

“Hey, sweet boy.” Matt smiled, ever the animal lover. 

The dog whined happily, straining against Johnnie’s hold on his spiked collar. 

“He’s not aggressive,” Johnnie smiled at you kindly. “He doesn’t jump either. He mostly just likes to be pet.”

“Dude’s a lazy ass bitch.” Jake snorted as you and Matt finally stepped inside the house, closing the door behind you. 

Johnnie rolled his eyes, but allowed Matt to continue petting the dog. “Says you.”

Matt ignored the boy’s banter, keeping a watchful eye on you. He didn’t want you to be scared, so he was hoping maybe him showing you how sweet the pup was would ease your fear. “Do you wanna pet him?” he asked you softly. 

You nodded timidly, eyes wide with fear. “I’ll, um, try…I guess.” You whispered. 

You softly put your hand out, allowing Shredder to sniff you and all your scents. To your surprise, he didn’t try to lunge for you the way he had Matt. He just butted his head against your hand, a happy grunt escaping his mouth as his tongue flopped out to the other side. You smiled, looking to Matt for confirmation. 

Your boyfriend smiled, happy to see you conquering fears. “I think he likes you.”

Johnnie eased his hold on the dog’s collar, nodding to Jake as Shredder trotted over to your side. rather than be overly wild, the pup simply rubbed against your legs, panting happily. Matt smiled, holding your hand, just to make sure you weren’t any more anxious than you had to be. 

“I love him.” You giggled after a moment. 

Sure, you had been scared at first, but Matt never failed to calm your fears. You knew he would never allow you to get hurt and that he would always protect you, and for that, you were forever grateful. 

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[persephonesbody]

house of balloons, elliot x reader

synopsis: at a frat party, you fall right into elliot's mysterious and enticing web, and both of you share two desires: sex, and drugs—a recipe for disaster. warning(s): smut (minors dni!!!), college!au, frat boy!elliot, canon ages (over 18), mentions of drug use (c*caine), sexual acts, intoxication, masturbation (fem receiving), praise kink author's note: i think this is one of my favorite imagines... and if the smut sucks i'm sorry x. it's my first time writing it, give me a break. not proofread. wc: 1.6k

Partying was the only way you knew how to take your mind off of the series of woeful ordeals that seemed to always happen to you. Your other remedies? Drugs and sex. To be frank, you couldn’t have one without the other. 

When Maddy extended her invitation to tag along with her and her friends to a frat party, you couldn’t help but enthusiastically accept. You partied with them before and enjoyed yourself, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to join them once again. 

Now here you were, occupying a spot on the wall, sipping your drink and scoping the scene. The house was packed with intoxicated college students in their twenty-somethings, dancing the night away knowing that the following morning they have classes to attend. 

That was the beauty of university. The fact that if you needed to let loose, you could garner the right connections and ditch your sorrows for the night then bury them. 

Maddy and Cassie were singing their hearts to the song blasting on the speakers on top of the table, catching everyone’s attention. The crowd surrounding them was singing along. Until the DJ abruptly switched the song. It was then you realized quickly what you didn’t like about frat parties, you loathed the music they played. 

The song was so bad that you quickly pushed yourself off the wall and tried to find the nearest empty bedroom. Clutching your cup, you squeeze you past the living room and snuck into the foyer. A DO NOT ENTER sign was plastered on the glass door that separated the rooms, bolded and in red ink. 

Ignoring the sign and quickly glancing around you, you slowly opened the door, and tip-toed through and into the foyer. It was much quieter now that you moved away from the speakers. Your curiosity peaked once you noticed the spiral stairwell, so you walked near the steps and went up to explore the rest of the house. 

There were so many rooms in one hallway, you couldn’t pick, but you settled on the third to the right. You didn’t hear any noise when you pressed your ear against the door, and you assumed it’d be safe to go in.

It was a typical college boy’s bedroom, nothing really out of the ordinary. Cartoon posters, and basketball jerseys on plaques hanging above the king-size bed. The desk was piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper, as well as other miscellaneous office supplies. And although the desk was messy, the floor of the room was surprisingly clean, almost as if the owner regularly cleaned it.

A clean frat boy is, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.

You became so entranced with examining this random person’s bedroom that you hardly noticed the toilet in the connecting bathroom flush. You jump as a figure emerges from the bathroom, and you are met with his slightly startled brown eyes and dirty-blonde outgrown hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked

“Who the fuck are you?” you quickly rebuttal. You realized it was a stupid question to ask, considering that he may or may not be the owner of this room and you invaded it, but you were drunk and high off of two whole blunts. Everything from when you finished your last cup to now was hazy, but not enough to lead you completely incoherent.

“You’re in my room, you’re not even supposed to go past the sign on the door.”

“I’m aware,” you reply, trekking towards his bed and plopping on the edge, “The music sucked so I wanted to get away.”

“You could've gone outside,” he furrowed his brows at you while you ran your hands on the bed.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t…” your voice trailed off as your gaze diverted from the little doodles you were drawing on his blanket and up at his. It didn’t take long for you to notice how dilated his pupils were.

You shot up off the bed and walked closer to him, “You happen to know anybody that can hook me up?”

His eyes stayed on yours as you approached them, and his face went from confused to perplexed at the drop of a hat. A slight smirk ticked at the corner of your lip and you knew you had hit the jackpot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking off to the side with a small grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh come on, you can’t fool me. I know a plug when I see one.”

His eyes widened shockingly and chuckled at your comment, “Wow, now I’m being profiled by the random girl who snuck into my room asking for drugs?”

“Wow, now I’m being judged by the boy pretending not to be a drug dealer?” you playfully shot back at him, with a tilt in your head and crossing your arms.

Another laugh escaped both his and your lips and you spun on your feet and went back to glancing around the room, “Your room is nice… typical… but nice. And your blanket is fun to draw on.”

“Thanks, random girl who snuck into my room.” you could hear his shoes tapping against the wood floor as he followed you, supposedly making sure you didn’t find what you were looking for.

But apparently, this man could read minds, because when you turned back around he was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile on his face and waving a baggy of white powder in the air, “Is this what you’re looking for.”

You narrowed your brows at him and hummed, “Perhaps… perhaps it is.”

He inched closer to you, a little too close, and toyed with the baggie near your face, “You’re cute.” Was all he said after running the bag across your lips and then walking back toward the bathroom.

“Just cute? Not hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” you trailed off.

“Hot? Nobody says that anymore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I do,” You looked around for the bathroom and went inside, watching as he swiftly snorted a line off of the counter, “That was hot.”

He skimmed up at you with a smirk, “Want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you said, entering the bathroom, not breaking the contact that you made with his eyes. They were seductive. Enticing, even. Just the mere glance was enough to send you over the edge. But you kept your composure, breaking the contact when you peeked down at the line that he cut just for you.

A smile etched your face as you plugged your right nostril with your freshly manicured nails, leaned lower toward the countertop, and snorted the contents through your other nostril.

The rush hit your body almost instantly, sending eclectic waves up and down your spine. The feeling was entirely too euphoric to explain, but you knew that you had snorted quality cocaine.

You turned around and glanced at yourself in the mirror, disregarding him leaning in the doorway, just watching you, “You’re creeping me out, boy with no name.”

“Elliot.” He muttered, still watching you. 

You spun around and leaned against the counter, “Thanks for the coke, Elliot.”

The room fell silent, all that could be heard was the slight thumping against the floor from the loud music playing downstairs. You were enjoying this quiet, yet awkward sexual tension that filled the air. 

It was confusing because the silence normally wouldn't weird you out enough to leave, but for some reason, this silence was reeling you in a different direction. A direction that made your body hot and steamy, waiting for him to touch you with his ring-stacked fingers.

That was put to a halt when your vision started drifting elsewhere and you felt his body moving closer to yours, “I guess we’re skipping the formalities,” you mumbled as he cupped your behind and placed you on top of the counter.

His lips softly connected with the flesh on your neck, “I guess so.” He placed kisses along your jawline and then met your lips. You threw your arms on his shoulders and allowed his hands to roam free along the lower half of your body.

He kissed you with so much passion, that you would've thought you were the love of his life and not a random girl in search of drugs like he had said before.

His hand abruptly latched on the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it down, but his lips never met yours. You noticed that he was a really good kisser. Good enough to make you mewl when he nibbled on your bottom lip.

His fingers danced along your sides, then between your thighs. He took his thumb and began rubbing on your bud through your panties, causing your breathing to hitch. You leaned your body back against the mirror and watched as he began picking up the pace.

He continued to rub circles on your clit and lifted his free hand to your chin, “Look at me, okay?”

You responded with a nod and a pleasurable moan. You tried to keep your eyes on his but as he continued to go faster and faster, you could feel your legs start to quiver.

“Damn, your moans are cute too,” He said with a smile on his face, “And the face you make when you’re about to cum.”

You felt it coming. You knew it was coming. The closer it was the more your head started to loll backwards. 

“I’m about to–”

“I know, baby,” he cut you off and sped up the circular motions his fingers were making on your sensitive bud, “You can cum. Go ahead, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

And just like that, you became undone against his ringed fingers and breathing heavily. Elliot licked his fingers clean and then pulled you off the counter and engulfed you in a tongue-filled kiss.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said when you broke the kiss.

“You don’t have to.”

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[brownskinlemon]

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

pairings: dom/fem!reader gf

word count: 2,047

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While waiting, you got a text from Reed:

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

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

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

“What the fuck” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ifeeltoofuckingmuch]

I saw that you write smut for dominic fike maybe a pussy eating smut !singer reader him eating her out before she goes back to preform?

Sing about that next time?

A/N: I've tried, I don't know if it's good ahhh.

Dominic fike x singer!reader

Warnings: smut, pussy eating, slight daddy kink.

Not my gif ^

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You have just finished your interview and now will be performing live in about 30 minutes. You go back stage and head to your dressing room, where your boyfriend, Dominic, is.

"Hey baby" he says while he sits up from the couch. "Hi." You say sighing, tiredly. "I missed you" he says kissing you all over your face, making you smile and move you face away.

He leans down and grabs your chin and leans in to give you a passionate kiss. You quickly kiss him back. You moan softly against his lips and he slips his tongue inside your warm mouth.

"baby, we can't. I have to go in 25 minutes.." you say, breaking away from the kiss. "I don't care," he responds, kissing your neck, "I can make you cum in less than 5." He whispers in your ear.

You blush, giving up. "Ugh fine" you say dragging out the e. He grabs your hand and drags you to the couch. He lays you down and lifts up your dress to reveal you lacy black painties.

He drags your painties down to reveal your soaking pussy. He brings his pointer and middle finger and rubs your swollen clit softly. You whimper as he quickens the pace.

"Oh my God.." you moan, Dominic chuckles at your sensitivity. As he gets you near your orgasm, he stops. You whine at the lost of contact but before you could open your mouth you feel his lips latch on to your puffy clit.

You moan and whine as he swirls his tounge on your it, he brings his hand to keep your legs wide open so he can continue to eat your pussy without you closing you legs. He uses his free hand and brings his pointer and middle finger and softly enters your warm hole.

"fuck.." you moan quietly. He continues to finger fuck you and flicking your clit with his tongue. You pull on his hair, that let's him know you close. He fastens both of his movements, as you whimper louder and louder.

"daddy please" you whine, begging him to let you cum. He's curls his fingers up and hits your g spot repeatedly and that's when you break. You let out an inaudible moan.

he looks up at you and smiles, your out of breathe and panting. "Shit." You breath out and laugh softly. Suddenly you hear a know on your door and hear a voice. "10 minutes" says the voice.

Dom hovers over you to give you a peck on the lips. You get up and get ready to perform. You were about to leave when you heard Dom yell "sing about that next time!"

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