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skater/fuckboy!hollis x reader
tags: p in v, oral (both receiving,) spanking, degradation, unreciprocated feelings, hollis is just basically a piece of shit lol
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It was a sticky Saturday night in early spring, the kind where the air still carried the faint chill of winter but the humidity promised summer was creeping in. You hadn’t wanted to come out. Not really. The skate park was the last place you felt like being. It was loud, chaotic, full of loud voices and the constant scrape of wheels on concrete. But your best friend had begged, her eyes wide and hopeful because her crush was supposedly out there grinding rails and showing off. You couldn’t say no to her, even if it meant dragging yourself along like a reluctant sidekick.
The two of you arrived just as the sun dipped low, painting the ramps in warm oranges and pinks. A decent crowd had gathered around a battered wooden picnic table near the edge of the park, some drinking cheap beer from cans, others passing around a joint, laughter rising above the rhythmic clatter of skateboards. You blended in easily enough, introducing yourselves with quick smiles and casual waves. The conversation flowed loosely: who landed what trick, who ate shit on the big ramp, whose ex was being dramatic again.
One of the girls, tall, with dyed black hair and a nose ring leaned forward, exhaling smoke as she spoke. “Hollis is out there again. God, he’s such an asshole… but he’s beautiful. Like, unfairly beautiful.”
Your brows furrowed. Hollis? You scanned the park, eyes drifting over the scattered skaters until they landed on him. It had to be him.
And fuck.
He moved like liquid confidence. Shaggy dirty blonde hair peeked out from under a worn black backwards hat, catching the dying light in golden strands. His face was all sharp angles. Prominent cheekbones, a razor-sharp jawline, and those plump, pink lips that looked like they were made of pillows. A loose black tank top clung to his lean, sculpted torso, the fabric shifting with every fluid motion as he carved up and down the ramps. Baggy, dirt streaked jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the faint lines of his V line whenever he bent or twisted. Every trick he landed looked effortless, like gravity owed him a favor. He had that rare kind of presence… cool without trying, dangerous without saying a word.
You couldn’t look away.
Your friend noticed immediately, nudging your side with a knowing grin. “Liking what you’re seeing, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, forcing a scoff as you tore your gaze away. “Oh, shut up. I can already tell he’s a dick. Hard pass.”
But it was a lie, and a weak one at that. Deep down, something electric had sparked in your chest the second your eyes found him. He looked like trouble wrapped in pretty packaging. Untouchable, magnetic, the kind of boy who left girls wrecked and wanting more. You hated how badly you already wanted a taste.
The crowd thinned out as the sky darkened, but you and your friend stayed a little longer, perched on the edge of the table. Someone passed around cigarettes, and you lit one, the smoke curling lazily into the night air while conversation drifted from music to local drama to nothing in particular. The warm buzz of nicotine and low laughter made the evening feel almost comfortable.
Then a tap on your shoulder.
“Yo, girl. You got a cig I can bum? Smoked my last one like an hour ago.”
The voice was low, smooth, laced with that effortless drawl. You turned, heart jolting when you met his eyes.
Hollis.
Up close, he was even more devastating. Those beautiful hazel eyes locked onto yours with lazy intensity. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his collarbones, and the gold chain around his neck caught the faint glow of the distant streetlights. He smelled like cigarette smoke, sweat, and something faintly woody. Probably whatever cheap cologne he’d sprayed on earlier.
“Yeah, give me a sec,” you managed, keeping your voice steady as you rummaged through your purse. Your fingers closed around the pack, but in your haste, your wallet slipped out and hit the ground.
Before you could react, he bent down smoothly and picked it up. His thumb brushed over the clear front pocket where your ID sat. He glanced at it, then back at you, the corner of his mouth ticking up.
“Y/n,” he read aloud, voice dripping with approval. “Pretty name. I like it.” He straightened, handing the wallet back but keeping the cigarette you offered. “I’m Hollis.”
He slid the cig between those plush lips, lit it with a quick flick of a lighter, and took a slow drag. Then, without warning, he leaned in slightly and exhaled the smoke right toward your face. Intimate, teasing, borderline rude. “Thanks for the cig, ma.”
He turned to walk away, but stopped after only a few steps. Glancing back over his shoulder, he asked, “Hey… you got a Snapchat?”
You answered way too fast, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Yeah. It’s yourusername.”
He nodded once, pulling out his phone. “Bet. I’ll add you. I fuck with your vibe.”
And just like that, he was gone, skating back toward the ramps like he hadn’t just tilted your entire night off its axis.
You felt exhilarated. Nervous. Stupidly excited. He was clearly a fuckboy, every instinct screamed it. I mean he asked for your Snapchat for crying out loud. But honestly? You could use some fun. Your life had felt too safe, too predictable lately. A little chaos sounded dangerously appealing.
You and your friend headed home not long after. The second you stepped through your front door, you beelined for the shower, desperate to wash off the night air and the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to your hair. Hot water cascaded over you as you lathered shampoo into your scalp, mind replaying the way Hollis had looked at you, the way his voice had wrapped around your name like it already belonged to him.
Your phone buzzed loudly on the bathroom counter.
You leaned out of the curtain, water dripping onto the tile, and saw the notification:
hollisfrazierherndon added you as a friend.
Heart racing, you added him back instantly.
Not even thirty seconds later, another notification came through.
It was a selfie. Hollis lying in bed, shirtless, that gold chain resting against his toned chest. His shaggy hair was messier now, falling into his eyes. Those plump lips were curved in a cocky little smirk. The caption read:
yo wyd rn
You bit your lip, a thrill shooting through you. Feeling bold, maybe too bold, you angled your phone carefully and took a risky snap: chest-up in the shower, soap suds sliding down your skin, your breasts just barely out of frame. You puckered your lips into a playful kissy face and typed:
in the showerrrr wbu
He opened it immediately. The response came fast. Another photo, this time angled lower. His abs were on full display, hand blatantly palming the obvious bulge in his grey sweatpants. Caption:
fuck. lemme join?
You giggled, the sound echoing off the shower walls. God, he was already hot and bothered. The power felt intoxicating.
Emboldened, you took it further. This time you cupped one soapy breast with your hand, fingers strategically covering your nipple, the shot teasing and explicit. Caption:
yeah, come over
You sent your address in the next snap, along with a few more flirty back and forths. Your pulse thundered in your ears the entire time.
By the time you stepped out of the shower, you’d shaved everything smooth, thrown on light makeup, and brushed your hair until it fell in soft waves. You slipped into your sexiest loungewear, a tiny black camisole that hugged your curves and barely there shorts that showed off your legs and ass. Your heart hammered as you waited.
Then came the knock.
You practically sprinted to the door, nerves evaporating into pure, electric excitement. When you swung it open, Hollis stood there in all his glory. Still in that backwards hat, tank top slightly rumpled, baggy jeans hanging low. His eyes dragged over your body slowly, appreciatively, a hungry smirk spreading across his face.
“Damn, ma,” he said, voice already rough with want as he stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him. “Those snaps didn’t do you justice. Look at you… all dressed up like a little present for me.”
His hand found your waist instantly, fingers digging in possessively as he pulled you flush against his chest. No awkward small talk. No hesitation.
He leaned in, breath hot against your ear. “You really invited a stranger over after a few snaps? Naughty girl.”
Then his mouth was on yours. Rough, demanding, claiming. He tasted like cigarettes and mint, and he kissed like he owned you already. One big hand shoved under your camisole, roughly palming your breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth. The other hand gripped your ass, squeezing so tightly you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow.
“Bedroom. Now,” he growled against your lips.
He didn’t wait for you to lead. He simply lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you down the hallway. The second your back hit the mattress he was on you, yanking your camisole over your head and ripping your shorts down your legs in one harsh motion.
“Fuck, look at this body,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He stripped fast. Tank top gone, jeans and boxers shoved down, revealing his thick, hard cock already leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, eyes dark as he stared down at your naked form. “Legs open. Wider.”
You obeyed instantly.
He climbed between your thighs, spat on his cock, lined up, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned deliciously. You cried out, back arching.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” he groaned, hips already snapping forward hard and fast. No warm up. No gentleness. Just raw, punishing rhythm. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “Take this dick, Y/n. That’s it… scream for me, you fuckin slut.”
The filthy words made your pussy clench around him. He fucked you like he hated you and needed you at the same time. Deep, relentless strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Sweat already beading on his chest, his gold chain swinging with every brutal thrust.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up so you were face-down, ass-up. He slapped your ass hard, the crack echoing, before driving back in even deeper.
“Arch that back. Yeah, just like that. Look at this fat ass bouncing on my cock.” His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back as he railed you. Another sharp slap. “You love being used like this, don’t you?”
“I love it,” you moaned, voice breaking. “Fuck! Hollis…”
He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, forcing your first orgasm out of you so fast your thighs shook. You came hard, crying out his name, but he didn’t slow down. He just growled, “Good girl,” and kept pounding through it.
Next he pulled you up, swung a leg over, and positioned you into 69. His thick cock slid straight down your throat while his mouth devoured your dripping pussy, tongue fucking into you, sucking your clit hard, two fingers curling viciously inside you. You gagged and drooled around him, choking as he fucked your face, hips thrusting shallowly while he ate you like a starving man. You came again embarrassingly fast, soaking his tongue. He moaned into your cunt at the taste.
He flipped you onto your back once more, but this time pulled you on top, facing away from him. Reverse cowgirl. “Ride me, slut. Bounce on this dick like you mean it.” His hands gripped your hips bruisingly, slamming you down onto him over and over. Every time you slowed he slapped your ass hard. “Faster. Make that ass clap. Fuck yes… just like that.”
You were a moaning, trembling mess when he suddenly yanked you off, turned you sideways, and pulled you into spooning position. One strong arm hooked under your knee, spreading you wide as he slid back in from behind. He fucked you slow and deep at first, grinding against that perfect spot, then built back up to that savage pace. His mouth was at your ear the whole time, biting your lobe, whispering the dirtiest shit. “This pussy belongs to me now. No one else is gonna fuck you right. You’re my little fucktoy whenever I want, understand?”
You came a third time, sobbing and screaming out his name, and only then did he finally let go. He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself furiously before shooting thick, hot ropes of cum all over your ass and lower back.
For a few seconds he just breathed heavily against your neck.
Then he moved.
No kiss. No soft words. No towel. He simply stood up, cum still dripping down your skin, and started pulling on his clothes like you were nothing more than a convenient hole.
You lay there boneless, body aching in the best way, watching him dress in stunned silence.
“Bet,” he muttered, not even looking at you as he laced his shoes. “That was fire. I’ll hit you up.”
And with that, he walked out. You heard the front door clicked shut behind him.
No aftercare. No “you good?” Nothing.
You stayed exactly where he left you. Covered in his cum, thighs trembling, heart racing, for a long time.
He didn’t text. Not the next day. Not the day after.
By day four you were convinced he’d ghosted you. The sex had been mind-blowing, life-altering even, but the silence hurt more than you wanted to admit. You felt used. Cheap. Stupid for letting a stranger fuck you like that on the first night.
Then, on the fifth night, your phone lit up.
Hollis: yo you home?
Your stomach flipped. You hated how fast your thumbs moved.
You: yeah
Hollis: omw
He showed up twenty minutes later, fucked you even harder than the first time… doggy on the living room floor this time, then against the kitchen counter, then missionary with your legs over his shoulders until you were screaming and crying from overstimulation. He left again right after, cum leaking down your thighs, without so much as a goodbye.
The cycle began.
For months it repeated like clockwork. He’d disappear for days, sometimes a full week. Then a random “you up?” or “send pics” at 1 a.m. You always answered. You always let him in. He’d manhandle you, degrade you, fuck you in every position he wanted. Doggy with your face pressed into the mattress, 69 until you couldn’t breathe anymore, spooning while he choked you from behind, reverse cowgirl while he slapped your ass raw, prone bone until you were screaming obscenities. He was rough, filthy, relentless. He called you his slut, his whore, his personal fucktoy. And every single time the sex was so good it ruined you for anyone else.
You started falling. Hard.
Even though he never stayed. Even though he never cuddled, never asked about your day, never texted just to talk. He only wanted your body, and you kept giving it to him because the high of having him inside you was worth the crash afterward.
You told yourself you could handle it. You were just having fun.
But you weren’t.
One humid Friday night, months into the toxic loop, he showed up again. You were already soaked by the time he walked through the door. He didn’t waste time, pushed you against the wall, bent you over the couch, then carried you to the bed and fucked you senseless in every position again. By the time he had you on your back, legs spread wide, cock buried impossibly deep inside you, you were a wreck.
He was pounding into you hard, gold chain swinging, sweat dripping from his chest onto yours, when the words slipped out before you could stop them.
“Hollis… what am I to you?”
His thrusts faltered for a split second. Those hazel eyes met yours, surprise and confusion flashing across his face.
“Uhhh… I don’t know, shawty,” he panted, still moving inside you, slower now. “I mean… I have fun with you. You got good pussy. But I don’t want no relationship, ya know? I’m not looking for all that.”
Your chest tightened. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you forced them back and nodded, voice small and shaky.
“Yeah… I understand.” You swallowed hard, then whispered, “Come on… fuck me harder, Holli.”
Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes. He gripped your hips tighter and gave you exactly what you asked for, pounding you into the mattress until you both came, loud and messy.
When it was over, he pulled out, wiped his cock on your thigh like it was nothing, and started getting dressed. He opened his mouth. “Thanks for the pussy, talk to you later.”
You lay there in silence, tears finally slipping down your temples as he walked out the door without another word.
He never stayed. He didn’t want you like that.
The ache in your chest was sharper than the ache between your legs.
But the next time he texted, days later, asking if you were free… you still said yes.
You always said yes.
Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times he left you empty and used, the moment he was deep inside you again, rough hands, dirty mouth, that perfect cock destroying you, you forgot everything else.
You were falling deeper every single time.
And you didn’t know how to stop.
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— NOT WEIRD
2hollis x Reader one-shot
information: Hollis is your best friend and he throws a party to celebrate the end of his tour and what starts as you innocently sitting on his lap, ends with you both re-thinking your friendship. (i'm so bad at writing descriptions, also this is a re-upload from my old account!)
cw: dryhumping (WOOOO), best-friends to lovers, sub-ish!hollis x tease!reader, dirty talking, finishing in pants, no actual penetration
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The bass from the speakers thumped through the crowded living room of Hollis's house, bodies packed tight like sardines in a can.
Laughter and conversation mixed with the clink of beer bottles, the air filled with the scent of spilled drinks and sweat.
You were perched on Hollis's lap, your best friend since forever, because the couch was overflowing with people and there was nowhere else to sit. His hands rested casually on your hips, steadying you as you shifted to get comfortable.
Hollis had thrown this party to celebrate the end of his Europe tour, and it had spiraled into chaos faster than expected.
You leaned back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his thin t-shirt. Hollis was solid, his thighs firm under you, and you couldn't help but wiggle a little as someone bumped into the couch, jostling you both.
He let out a low chuckle, his breath warm against your ear. “Easy there,” he murmured, but his voice had a slight edge, like he was holding something back.
As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened everyone up. You turned your head to say something to him about the ridiculous dance moves happening in the corner, but when you moved, grinding down just a fraction, you felt it — his cock twitching beneath you, hardening against the seam of your jeans.
Your eyes widened slightly, but you played it cool, not wanting to embarrass him in front of everyone. Hollis tensed, his fingers digging into your sides a bit too firmly. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, and before you could react, he was lifting you off his lap with surprising urgency.
“Sorry, gotta... handle something,” he said quickly, his face flushed as he bolted from the couch, weaving through the crowd toward the stairs.
You watched him go, concern flickering through the buzz of the party. Hollis never bailed like that. Was he okay? The thought nagged at you, cutting through the haze of your own drinks.
After a moment's hesitation, you slipped off the couch and followed him, dodging elbows and spills on the floor on your way to the staircase.
Upstairs, the hallway was quieter, the party's roar muffled from behind you. Hollis's bedroom door was ajar, light spilling out. You pushed it open gently, peeking in.
He was pacing near the bed, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other adjusting the front of his jeans where his erection strained obviously against the fabric. The bulge was unmistakable, thick and insistent, tenting the denim. He hadn't noticed you yet, too caught up in his frustration.
“Hollis?” you said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. The click of the latch made him jump, his head snapping up.
His cheeks were still pink, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and something hotter, more dangerous.
“What are you — oh fuck, you should go back downstairs,” he stammered, turning slightly to hide himself, but it was too late. You'd already seen it all.
You crossed your arms, a teasing smile tugging at your lips despite the concern. “You okay? You just ran off like the house was on fire. And... well, looks like you've got a situation there.”
Your gaze dropped pointedly to his crotch, where his cock throbbed visibly, begging for attention.
He groaned, flopping back onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees as he tried to will it away. “It's nothing. Just... you on my lap. Fuck, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make it weird.”
But you weren't letting it go that easily. The party forgotten, a thrill sparked in your chest at the sight of him like this — vulnerable, aroused because of you. Your best friend, who you'd always secretly wondered about, now hard as a rock just from your body against his.
You stepped closer, your heart pounding. “Weird? Nah. Kinda hot, actually.”
His head shot up, eyes locking on yours in disbelief. “What?”
You didn't answer with words. Instead, you closed the distance, your hands on his shoulders as you pushed him back gently but firmly. He resisted for a split second, then gave in, scooting up against the headboard so he was sitting upright, legs spread slightly on the mattress.
The position made his erection even more prominent, the zipper of his jeans straining. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap without hesitation, your knees sinking into the soft comforter on either side of his hips.
“Y-You're teasing me,” he breathed, but his hands were already sliding up your thighs, gripping as if he couldn't help himself.
“Maybe a little,” you whispered, leaning in close enough that your lips brushed his ear. You rocked your hips forward experimentally, pressing your core against the hard length of his cock through your clothes.
The friction sent a jolt through you, your pussy clenching at the feel of him, solid and unyielding beneath the layers.
Hollis hissed, his head falling back against the headboard with a thud. “Fuck, that feels...” He didn't finish, his hips bucking up instinctively to meet your movement.
You grinned, emboldened, and started a slow grind, circling your hips in a deliberate rhythm. The denim of your jeans rubbed against his, the pressure building as you dragged your clit over the ridge of his erection.
His hands tightened on your waist, guiding you now, pulling you down harder. “God, you're killing me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. You could feel every inch of him, the way his cock pulsed against you, trapped and desperate.
Leaning forward, you captured his mouth in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as you picked up the pace. Your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening under your shirt from the friction and the heat between you.
You broke the kiss to nip at his jaw, whispering, “You got this hard just from me sitting on you? Bet you've been thinking about this for a while.”
Another grind, slower this time, savoring the way his cock throbbed under you. He was leaking pre-cum, you could tell from the damp spot forming on his jeans, making the slide even smoother.
“Yeah,” he admitted, breathless, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through your top, thumb circling your nipple.
“Too long. Always wondered what you'd feel like... like this.” His other hand slipped to your ass, squeezing as he urged you to move faster.
You obliged, rolling your hips in tight circles, then forward and back, humping against him like you couldn't get enough. The seam of your jeans hit your clit just right with each thrust, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
Hollis matched your rhythm, his cock jerking with every press, the dry friction driving him wild. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he watched you, eyes dark with lust.
“Look at you,” you teased, your voice husky as you ground down harder, feeling the full length of him from base to tip. “So fucking hard for your best friend. Bet you wanna cum just like this, don't you? Rubbing against me until you soak your jeans.”
He moaned, loud and unfiltered, the sound muffled against your neck as he buried his face there, kissing and sucking at your skin.
“Please... don't stop. Feels so good.” His hips snapped up, fucking against you through the clothes, the bed creaking under the motion. You could feel your own arousal soaking your panties, the wetness making everything slicker, more intense.
You pushed his shirt up, nails raking over his abs as you rode him faster, the pressure building low in your belly. His cock was so thick, even confined, stretching the fabric taut. Every grind sent waves of heat through you, your pussy aching to be filled, but this — the teasing, the denial — made it all the hotter.
Hollis's hands roamed everywhere, one tangling in your hair to pull you into another kiss, the other kneading your ass to control the angle.
“Tell me how it feels,” you demanded between kisses, nipping his lower lip. “Tell me you love having my pussy grinding on your cock like this.”
“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, his body trembling beneath you. “Love it. Your pussy... right there. Gonna make me cum so hard.” He thrust up again, harder, the friction perfect against his sensitive head. You could feel him swelling even more, right on the edge.
You sped up, humping frantically now, chasing your own release. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies moving — fabric rubbing, breaths mingling, the occasional wet smack where your arousals seeped through. Your clit throbbed with each pass over his bulge, pleasure coiling tight.
“Hollis... I'm close,” you whimpered, forehead pressed to his. He nodded, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the sensation, his cock pulsing wildly.
“Cum with me,” he urged, voice strained. One final, hard grind, and you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your pussy clenched around nothing, juices flooding your panties as you cried out, grinding through it.
Hollis followed seconds later, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as his cock jerked, hot cum spilling into his jeans in thick spurts. You felt the warmth spread, the wetness making the aftermath even more intimate as you slowed to a gentle rock, riding out the aftershocks.
Panting, you collapsed against his chest, both of you slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the party's distant thump filtered back in.
“That was... insane," he murmured, kissing your temple.
You smiled, still teasing. “Told you it wasn't weird. Just the beginning, maybe?”
He chuckled. “Definitely.”
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Iterations of You and Cench (Central Cee x Reader)
Summary: You go for a day of shopping in Camden's vibrant markets and record stores, you serendipitously meet Cench. The way the day uncoils means you yearn for more iterations of you and him.
Word Count: 1 600
Notes: This was requested by an anonymous user
You were walking down a bustling street in Camden and couldn't help but allow your eyes to wander over the jewellery. The markets a medley of bright colours caught your eye, the silver bracelets with its embossed designs transfixed you. Tentatively you raised a finger and traced it gently over the floral designs, stopping at the base of the petals and admiring the complexity of the design. You thought you should pivot and and compliment the store owner's craftsmanship.
A canopy of sheets in an intricate pashmina design draped over the jewellery stand and draped over her display cascading with motility in the Spring breeze, your skirt was swept in the gusts of wind.
Jealousy and It's Insidious Nature (sometimes innocuous) Affect on Us
Summary: Cult leaders, religious figures, and evil eyes all have a synonymous affect on us they demand we lose our sense of self appreciation so we can find beauty in another, in the most beautiful but sometimes in harmful ways.
Word Count: 1143 words
Disclosure: I've also posted this on my Substack: @wheartsakot
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.
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.
my advice to anyone who’s thinking about writing as a hobby would be that if you’ve already started thinking about it there’s nothing i can say that will save you so let it rip dude
Falling Asleep with Dom (reader x Dominic Fike Fluff)
Requested by Anon.
Summary: After a long day at the studio you and you're husband Dominic Fike go to bed and when you can't sleep he reads to you. He never falls asleep before you. It's going to be a long night...
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Notes: Send more Dom requests pretty pls and thank u, someone told me there's a drought and I 100% agree.
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You and Dom giggled as you stepped back into your new house, Dom had surprised you with it last week, it was still a bit bare but it had character and warmth. And in the morning when you read your book and sipped ginger tea (it's good for vocals) you indulged in the view of the hills. Dom couldn't have picked a better spot in LA, he has good taste, I'm so glad I married him.
"Baby, I'm tired," whined Dom.
Cherry Red Guitar
(Dominic Fike x Reader)
Summary: You're looking for a cherry red electric guitar but walk out the shop with much more than you expected. Singing lead for Lameboyz means getting to know the guitarist...
Word Count: 1 295
Notes: I loved writing this, and want to write more Dom stuff. DON'T BE SHY SEND REQUESTS. ENJOY!
❤ Dominic Fike and I Are Para-social ❤ (Poem)
Notes: Enjoy my love sick musings over Dominic Fike. THIS MAN IS EVERYTHING!!! This is my first poem on here.
Word Count: 162
Warning: You may fall seriously in love with this man.
PSA: PLS SEND REQUESTS
❀Masterlist❀
Hi guys, I'm working on posting more... For now enjoy the few I've written :) PSA: SEND REQUESTS PLS
✦ Central Cee ✦
X-Reader One Shots
Love For Piano and Love For Cench
He's A Distraction
✦ Dominic Fike ✦
Poems
Dominic Fike and I Are Para-social
X-reader One Shots
Cherry Red Guitar
Falling asleep with Dom (fluff)
Studio with Dom (spicy fluff)
✦ Personal Essays ✦
Jealousy and It's Insidous Nature (sometimes innocuous) Affect on Us
He's A Distraction (Central Cee x Reader)
Summary: You're a dedicated student and going to Cambridge and become a doctor is your stars and heavens. To make that happen you have to move schools, a boy was never meant to be part of the picture. But Cench looks so good in it...
Word Count: 2 472
Notes: Sorry this is a bit long, I would love if you guys would send requests.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
Summary: You have a long-lived crush on Cench, the boy across the road, piano is one thing you share. At a piano examination, you find out if your persistent feelings are reciprocated.
Notes: Originally was going to write about Tae-Moo from Business Proposal; thought this suits Central Cee better. Plus he's hot as f!ck.
Warnings: alcoholism, abusive father, a little swearing
Word Count: 2 453