Worlds Collide | Dominic Fike

worlds collide | dominic fike

pairings — dominic/reader | fan girl!au |

word count : 4.6k

summary : after dominic finds out you had a smut blog dedicated to him from your teenage years, he reacts in a different way than you expected.

warnings : smut, angst, fingering in car, fucking in public, oral (f) receiving, voyeurism, daddy!kink, degrading, blowjob, choking, reader passes out, not proof read lolz

authors note : yeah, this entire fic is a manifestation.

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When you were eighteen years old, you had the biggest crush on Dominic Fike.

No, you didn’t have posters littered upon your wall; or always talk about how godly he looked to your friends. You kept those emotions bottled within you—and decided to do something a bit more..personal.

You loved his music, you really did, and always found the way he carried himself to be so fucking attractive. Every single feature on his face was perfectly symmetrical to the other; and you had never felt so infatuated with a celebrity before.

His music would always be blaring in your ears, whether it was on the way to school or plugged into a small set of earphones while you did your homework.

You remember opening your laptop one night, searching up fanfiction about him, chewing on one of those sour candies that were always in between your teeth.

Dominic Fike x Reader | daddykink!

Furrowing your brows at the words, you were confused as to what a daddy kink was. So then you clicked on the link, and an entire new world was flashed before your eyes.

You didn’t even know what a kink was, but by the end of the night, your eyes burned by the dimly lit screen as you read numerous fics about him, living through different universes where he was your brothers’ best friend, friends with benefits, and alternate reality fics.

It was like your secret obsession, going on your computer right after school and reading a bunch of new stories. But then, eventually, you ran out of new works to read—

And decided to make your own.

Sitting criss crossed on your bed, your tongue poked out the corner of your lips, your fingers ached as you wrote thousands and thousands of words of pure erotica. At first, you were shy, blushing as you typed the first few sentences; but then it began to flow through your figure as you published your first fic.

After a day, you didn’t get any likes, so debated on deleting it. But then you got a notification a few hours later, signaling that someone had reblogged your post.

fikesfuturegf : love it! can’t wait for the next part !

Smiling down at your phone, you knew that you couldn’t stop now.

In a matter of two months, you had two thousand followers, always waiting for your next posts. It was about to become summer, so you kept up with the tumblr blog for a year, before getting accepted into UCLA, and was too busy moving to update anymore. After getting busy with school and working a two part time jobs to pay the rent for your studio; you just didn’t have anymore time to write.

In two years, you had completely forgotten about the blog. But still put your writing skills to use, looking for jobs online as a music writer; and published a few samples of your work. What you didn’t expect, was for a specific artist to email you—

Which is the entire reason you are now dating the man you wrote countless smut about.

The adrenaline and shock that slapped you in the face when you saw his manager’s email knocked the wind out of your figure. You were on break from your coffee shop job, checking your notifactions, and saw the small text besides the gmail emoticon app.

Hi!

This is Dominic Fike’s Manager, Eloise Harmen.

We’ve reviewed your work and are interested in working with you, and would love if you replied within the next few days!

Hopefully you agree, thank you.

Your thumbs moved so fast to reply, agreeing on a time and date. It didn’t feel real until you walked to the address they had given you, wearing your most professional outfit, eyes bulging when his studio door swung open by Dominic himself.

His hair was in blonde curls, with dark roots, looking fluffy and bouncy. Tan skin looking smooth and honey like, his red lips were glossy and soft looking, a grey pullover and red puffy vest matched with a pair of black skinny jeans behind his outfit.

Holy fuck. You came right there.

His eyes flickered when they met yours, swiping up and down your figure, before stretching his hand towards you with a charming smile, “You must be Y/N! I’m Dominic.”

Oh yeah, you knew.

Your mouth became dry, standing frozen in place, as the man that you’ve imagined fucking you inside a public bathroom, in his car, in a fucking magical rain forest, was standing right in front of your face. Your chest rose as his brows furrowed at your lack of words, worry swirling in his eyes.

“Are you—okay? You look a little pale.”

Slapping a hand against your forehead, you nodded, sending him a tight smile, “Uh, yeah. Fine.”

His smile faltered as he stepped aside, letting you in, “Okay, cool. Shall we?”

You didn’t say anything, awkwardly following him to the couch, and made a big distance between you two by sitting at the edge. You don’t notice the confused look that crossed his features, as he let out a small chuckle.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t bite, y’know.”

Too caught up in the shock of it all, and how much better looking he was in person; you didn’t laugh, blinking at him as his beautiful voice sunk into your mind. He was so fucking good looking, making your breathing turn shallow as you realized you had been staring too long; and averted your gaze to the notebook in your hands, “I uh, I have a few samples for you.”

He nodded, clapping his hands together, afterwards sipping on the coffee from the table, “Alright, dope. Oh—did you want anything?” He offered, your heart fluttering as you looked up at him. You kept falling in love over and over again with his eyes, and how deep and brown they were; like the richest chocolate you’ve ever seen, “Coffee? Water? Weed?” He joked at the end.

You blinked, trying to not to get lost in those eyes, and shook your head before looking back down.

“No thank you.”

And for the next two hours, your tone had been clipped, reviewing which general idea of the samples he liked and what to bounce off of. The nerves didn’t fade at all, growing when you worried he thought you were weird, and somehow could read your mind and find out about all the things you’ve written about him. By the end of it, you were really sweaty, just wanting to leave so you could fan girl about it later in your room.

As soon as the session finished, you stood up, and Dominic sent you a crooked smile, “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

Your eyes rounded, “Tomorrow?”

He frowned.

“I don’t know if El told you, but we’re working on an album. I’m gonna need at least ten samples in a month—and we need to work together everyday until then.”

Oh shit.

His eyes grew in size, “Is that…okay?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, freaking out on the inside, grabbing your notebook before rushing to the exit,

“See you.”

And for the past two weeks, sometimes in the late hours of the night, you would work amongst Dominic as you reviewed music samples that consisted of the audios he created and the lyrics you wrote.

He would always try to crack jokes, which were pretty funny, but you would forget to laugh; being to distracted by how enchanting his eyes were. You would barley look at him, not wanting to creep him out, and staid quiet and professional for the most part.

Then, one day, after you were packing up to leave—your figure was heading towards the door, but paused when he called your name, “Y/N—can I ask you something?”

You turned around, blinking at him, as you nodded stiffly, “Um, sure.”

Fuck. He found out about the blog.

That had to be it.

You were dead. He was going to sue you for being a fucking pervert.

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, waiting for him to laugh in your face about how weird and gross you were, shock once again flooded you as he drew his brows together, “What’s your problem with me? Have I offended you in any way?”

You tilted your head, not expecting those words.

“My problem?”

He gulped, rubbing the back of his neck before mustering up a shy smile. Your heart melted.

“You barley speak, and act like you’re too disgusted to be near me. I just thought you had some beef with me,” he explained, stepping towards you. His tone was glum, “Which upsets me because—I’m into you. Like, really into you.”

This had to be a fucking joke.

You did not believe this.

The boy you’ve been literally fantasizing over for years just told you he had feelings for you, and thought you didn’t like him. It was humorous actually, making a laugh of disbelief fall from your lips, his cheeks turning pink as he figured you were laughing at his admission, “I’m guessing you don’t feel the same.”

You gulped, “No…no. I just—I like you too.”

His brows rose in surprise, “Word?”

Lips quirking into a smile, you nodded.

“Word.”

Sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip, he shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging, “Well then—can I take you out sometime? Like, on a date?”

You couldn’t agree fast enough.

Giggling like kids, your sock covered feet rubbed against your boyfriend of two years, Dom, as you laid on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his chest, not wanting him to leave for the studio, his scent of marijuana and manly cologne hitting your senses, “No! I don’t wanna share you, Dom.”

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, leaving your cheeks pink before lightly pushing you off and standing up.

“I’ll be back soon,” he grabbed his keys from the table, smiling cutely at you, “Only for a few hours. Then we can watch Love Island and get stoned, hm?”

You pouted, but nodded, him kissing the top of your head before leaving the shared apartment you both lived in.

Letting out a sigh of content, you got a gmail notification, the ding! being heard from the table. Grabbing it from the surface, your eyes popped open at the text.

It was from your gmail, a robot animated message from tumblr, celebrating your six year anniversary since you’ve first posted on it. You had forgotten all about it. Clicking on the link, you were brought back to your old account, followers wondering where you had been and why you disappeared.

Reading your old works, biting on your thumbnail, you found to crazy that you were now with the person you used to write about. And you just say—the real thing was way better.

You didn’t notice how long you had been going through your works, not hearing the front door slamming shut, flinching when a pair of lips pressed against your neck, “Hey baby—what you reading?”

“Nothing—Dominic!”

He pulled the phone from your hands, a smile on his lips at first, not expecting for what he was about to get himself into. You felt like you were going to cry, hand flying to your mouth, as his brows furrowed as he scrolled downwards. His eyes flew to yours as you stared at him, horrified, hoping he didn’t break up with you and kick you out of the place.

It was embarrassing. You wanted to die.

He blinked, processing most likely, before his voice rasped, “Did you…write this?”

It was like word vomit. It kept spilling out and getting more worse.

“It was before I met you, and I forget about it—but when we met, I remembered and that’s why I was so cold, and I got this stupid text from tumblr that was celebrating my anniversary, and you weren’t supposed to—“

“Y/N,” he cut you off, placing the phone onto the table, “It’s okay. I don’t—think differently of you. It’s just…a little weird, not gonna lie.”

Twisting your mouth to the side, you nodded, “I know. If you want to break up with me—“

“Of course I don’t,” he muttered, shaking his head. But his eyes did flicker, “I just—didn’t expect it. It’s so….graphic.”

You gulped, “Do you think I’m a creep?”

He paused, his jaw tightening, and it sent you off. Standing up onto your feet, which padded against the wooden floor, you let out a cry, “Oh my god, you do!”

“Wait—Y/N..”

Slamming the door to the bathroom shut, tears rolled down your cheeks, covering a hand over your mouth as you quietly sobbed. Dom kept knocking on the door, repeating your name, and asked you to open the door. But you didn’t, hugging your knees, as you felt like your boyfriend didn’t love you anymore. I mean, could you blame him?

He must’ve thought you were such a pervert.

You regretted writing that stupid blog. You regretted even meeting him, because you had fallen so hard for him, and now he was going to leave you. It was all your fault; and you had no one to blame but yourself.

Time went by, and your boyfriend returned, knocking on the door once again, “Y/N—open the door, please.”

Sniffling, you had no choice but to do what he said, bracing yourself for him breaking up with you. He was a kind person, so he would do his best to do it gently, which hurt even more. Wiping at your eyes, you took a deep breath, and swung open the door.

One of his hands leaning above the door frame, his eyes rounded, brows raising; not expecting for you to finally open it. You stared at him with pink cheeks and nose, eyes puffy from crying, as you hugged yourself.

Your chest hurt as he looked at you, worry glossing over his eyes, “Are you okay?”

You shook your head.

“No, but I’ll pack my things. I understand—“

He took a step forward, knitting his brows, “I’m not breaking up with you. Some silly blog that you wrote when you were a kid doesn’t erase the two years we’ve had together,” he told you, pinching your chin with a small smile, “I mean, yeah, it’s a bit odd—but we don’t ever have to bring it up again. I’ll act like it never existed.”

You wiped your nose, sniffling, “I don’t know..”

His hand flew to your jaw, making you look up at him, and the sincerity in his eyes. He rubbed his jaw on the outline of your cheekbone, “I promise I don’t care. I really don’t. I love you.”

You nodded, still looking ashamed, and he tapped your cheek,

“What? You don’t love me anymore?” He teased, smirking down at you.

You laughed softly, him pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping around your figure as you smelled his warm scent against your cheek. Fluttering your eyes shut, his fingers rubbed your scalp, still doubting yourself as you sighed against him.

“I love you too.”

A few weeks went by, and the incident wasn’t on your mind as much, doing your best to push it away from your mind. Dom’s like felt heavy in yours as he rubbed your cheekbone, the limo driver focusing on the road, as his fingertips trailed down to the waistband of your dress.

You had just attended an event together, and were on your way back home, and didn’t expect for things to take such a turn. You gasped into the kiss when his nimble fingers delved beneath the fabric of your underwear, his other hand moving to your thigh, as you felt him smirk against you, “Gotta be quiet, okay?”

Adrenaline shot through you as his thumb began to circle your clit, letting out a soft moan which he swallowed; your wetness sticky against his skin, “So fucking wet,” he muttered, sinking a finger into your pulsing heat, “You’re such a fucking slut for daddy, aren’t you? Getting finger fucked in the back of the car where anyone can see.”

Your lust duplicated as your hips rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers, cool medal ring burning the inside of your walls. Hand flying to his wrist, other one on his shoulder, you panted in his ear as he moved to suck the flesh of your neck, “Feels—so good. Holy shit, Dom.”

“Hm, does it?” He purred, adding a second finger, embarking a hiss from you as he quickened his pace.

You nodded, spreading your thighs further apart, pulling away to glance at the driver; who must’ve known what was going on. There’s no way he didn’t, not with how loud your heavy pants were or the slightly slick sounds of your pussy.

Dom didn’t like that your attention wasn’t on him, growling, “Look at me,” while his fingers gripped your chin, the other sliding in and out of your slit while your eyes hooded in pleasure. His thumb quickened its circles on your pearl, his teeth gritting as he forced you to look into his eyes, “Don’t look at him. He’s not making you cum, is he? It’s me. So fucking cream my fingers for me.”

Your lips fell open as your brows furrowed, the knot in your belly growing as his hot breath fanned your lips, “I’m gonna—“

“Then do it,” he snapped, making your eyes round before letting go all over his hand, “Good fucking girl. There we go.”

Your fist balled up the fabric of his button up, figure shuddering as his fingers slid from your soaking folds, rubbing your swollen nub as your orgasm shot through you. Sucking in a harsh breath, you bit your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as you tried your best to remain silent. Dissolving into pleasure, he didn’t break eye contact, watching with a faint smug smirk as you released onto him.

When you were coming down, the car parked in the familiar driveway of you apartment, the driver announcing your were home.

“Thanks, bro,” Dom called out, sucking on his fingers, before sending you a wink and hopping out the car.

Your legs shook as you followed after him.

You were pretty sure that was the hardest you ever came in your entire life.

Scrolling through your phone, you heard the door to Dom’s dressing room slam shut—causing your eyes to flicker up into his stormy ones. Your brows rose as his drew together, like bruised and swollen from probably biting on them; something he did when he was stressed. You sat up in your seat as he stalked over to you, veins protruding from his neck, as he cursed harshly, “I can’t hit the fucking notes. El keeps getting on my ass about it.”

You sympathized for him, standing up and walking over to him, “Hey, you got this,” you mumbled, hand falling on his shoulder,

“You have a show in twenty min—“

His hand flew to your wrist, pupils turning darker, his tone bitter, “You think I don’t know that? Hence why I’m fucking pissed,” he spat, shoving you against the wall. Your eyes rounded as he ripped the tank top you had on into two, breasts spilling out, hands flying to cup them before smashing his lips against yours, “I’m gonna take it out on you, and you’re going to fucking take it.”

Well—you weren’t one to deny that.

His fingers flew to the zipper of your shorts, leading you to kick them down your legs, his teeth clashing against yours as your chest pressed against his, “Suck my cock,” he ordered, and you dropped to your knees, looking up at him with big eyes. His eyes narrowed, “Is it gonna take itself out or what? Hurry the fuck up.”

Your heat clenched at his words, mean words, thighs pressing together as you got to work. Small hands flying to his zipper, the sound of it being opened ringing in the room, along with his heavy pants as he watched you intently with a cold look. Gulping, you spotted the hard dent in his boxers, mouth watering as you pulled those down as well.

His cock sprang upwards, head leaking with his cum pre-cum and beet red; his hand flying to wrap his long fingers around his shaft, “Stick out your tongue,” he barked, and when you did, he smirked lazily before tapping the tip onto your pink muscle, “Such a fucking cockslut f’me. Just a toy for me to fuck when I want, isn’t that right?”

You were about to respond, hazy in lust, but he slid his cock inside your mouth before rocking his hips. His hand made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, his chest sinking and rising quickly as he used your wet, warm mouth to get himself off, “God—so fucking tight. Feels so good—s-shit.”

His salty and tangy taste coated your tongue, thick shaft filling your throat as you gagged around it. Your eyes burned as they watered, making him snicker.

Your other hand began to pump his length, thinking he wanted to cum, but he pulled out with a pop—before bending down onto his knees and shooting his hand to your throat. Your eyes bulged as he guided you back to your feet, a furious look covering his features as his nostrils flared.

“Did I say you could do that, you fucking whore?” He spat in your face, and when you shook your head, his eyes turned darker, “Use your words.”

“No,” you whimpered, “No, daddy.”

He huffed, before ripping off your panties, hearing them tear as you cringed at the sound. This was so fucking hot. He rubbed his cock against your throbbing clit, looking into your eyes as he released his joke from your throat, “You want Daddy to fuck you, Y/N?”

You nodded, eyes brimmed with tears, as you almost sobbed, “Yes—please. I need Daddy’s cock in me!”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his head sinking into your awaiting pussy, a long moan falling from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting yourself up and down as he fucked you at a harsh pace, “That’s right. Bounce on Daddy’s cock and make yourself cum.”

His manager banged on the door, “Dominic—you’re on in ten! Open up.”

He slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries, as he tried his best to keep an even voice.

“I’ll be there, I’m busy right now.”

You heard her sigh, “Doing what?”

Panic filled your eyes, worried that she was going to hear you cum, or walk in on the two of you—but your boyfriend didn’t seem to really care, continuing his thrusts as he fucked into you, eyes glued to your worried ones.

“For fucks sake,” he shouted, rolling his eyes before delivering a harsh thrust, “I’m fucking busy. I’ll be there in a second.”

“Whatever.”

The sound of footsteps receded.

Your bottom lip quivered as his big cock kept poking at your cervix, arms wrapping around his neck as his pace was relentless. Your tits jiggled as he didn’t even bother to take off his hoodie, his scent flying up your nose, as you let out scream after scream as he took you against the wall.

“I’m gonna cum,” you wailed, head tipping back against the wall, “Daddy, I’m gonna—“

His hand returned to your throat, blocking your airways, “You gonna cum? Can you cum without breathing?” He taunted, making your brows furrow, before he pinched two fingers over your nostrils. Your eyes doubled in size as he chuckled wickedly, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit, “Go ahead. Let’s see.”

You gasped as the lack of oxygen began to turn painful, which set you over the edge, clawing at his back as you tried to escape his grasp. The hot heat that overtook you was so fucking strong, you couldn’t handle it, not being able to breathe as you came hard.

He finally let go, which heightened your orgasm, leading you to black out from the intensity of it. The last thing you remembered was his thrusts stuttering, probably about to cum, and then everything faded.

Eyes jolting open, you woke up to Dom fully dressed again, towering over your slumped figure on the couch. His eyes were wide with worry, hand rubbing your cheek, as his face was significantly paler than usual.

“I went too far,” he apologized, his voice cracking, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You passed out because I choked you—“

Your brows furrowed, shaking your head, “No I didn’t. It was because it felt—so good,” you muttered, blinking up at him with hooded eyes and a tired smile, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Dom.”

His eyes still skeptical, his face flickered, “Are you sure—“

“I promise,” you assured, pulling his face down to kiss his sweet lips, “You can be rough with me. I won’t break, baby.”

He sighed in relief as you pulled away, pecking your forehead, “Whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable,” he mumbled, “I gotta go. See you after?”

You nodded, “I’ll be here.”

Sitting on your chair, you were live on Instagram from Dom’s phone, since he had asked you to entertain his followers while he went to retrieve something. Reading the comments with a small smile, you thanked some which called you pretty, while others were asking if Dom was going to be releasing anymore albums this year.

But when you spotted your boyfriend under the desk, not noticing he was there when you first came to sit, a scream left your lips as he poked his curls between your thighs, “Holy shit!”

He chuckled quietly, holding a finger to his lips, before spreading them. You watched with furrowed brows before eyes rounding, him pulling aside your panties, feeling his warm muscle lick a stripe up your slit while looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes of his.

There was no way he was doing this right now. What the fuck.

Looking up at the comments, you tried to appear non-chalant, apologizing for your outburst and saying there was a random bug that had flown in from the window.

Biting down on your finger, sniffling a moan, your eyes squinted from pleasure; pretending to read the comments as your boyfriend fucked you with his tongue below the desk.

He shoved two fingers inside your pussy, before pumping them in and out quickly, wrapping his thick lips around your pulsating clit and sucking harshly. You worried they could hear him slurping crudely, hold jolting, as you tried your best to remain stone faced, “I do love dogs, actually. More—More than dog—cats.”

You felt your boyfriend snicker against your clit at the mistake, which vibrated against your core, making you shiver as the pleasure began to take over your mind. Your fingers tugged at his strands, trying to lift him away from you, but his mouth stuck to your pussy like glue as he tried to pull an orgasm from you.

Beginning to panic, feeling yourself teeter over the edge, your hands flew to the phone that was propped against a candle, “One sec guys, I’m gonna change,” you announced before muting yourself, and turning off the camera, and fell back onto the chair. Your feet planted onto his shoulders as your eyes crossed, “Fuck fuck fuck—I’m cumming!”

He hummed, as your pussy squirted into his mouth, your high washing over you. You threw your head back as you rolled your hips onto him, before slowly coming back down, watching as he wiped his mouth before standing up onto his feet once again.

You panted, looking up at him, “What has gotten into you, Dom? You’re doing all this risky, crazy shit.”

He smirked, sparkles dancing in his eyes, as he snickered.

“You know that blog you had?”

Your face dropped, realization hitting you. He was recreating the fics you wrote.

Laughing at the mortified look on your face, he threw his head back, “Thought you’d never catch on.”

Well—you weren’t expecting that.

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Ocean Blue Eyes, Looking in Mine

|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || an: i wrote this cause i thought rep tv was gonna be announced 😕 || based on the song gorgeous by taylor swift || requests are open!! ||

summary: Finnick flirts with you at one of the Capitol parties. (wc: 942)

warnings: drinking, I think thats it!!

The only interesting thing about the Capitol parties you were forced to attend, was that every now and then, you got to see Finnick Odair. The two of you had spoken a few times in District 4, but never enough to be considered friends. But he had always seemed nice, and he clearly still was, even after all these years, even after the Hunger Games.

“You might get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking tonight, honey,” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk.

“Why do you talk like that?” You ask, playfully swatting his hand away as he tries to take your glass of wine away. You needed the wine to distract you from the party. From its blinding lights that were starting to hurt your eyes, and the overly eager citizens of the Capitol that were beginning to get on your nerves. You needed it to keep you from counting down the seconds until you could go home.

“Talk like what?” He asked with one of those charming smiles he always seemed to have on. The smile you both loved and hated.

“Like that,” you reply, smiling as he looked at you in confusion.

You had never admitted it to anyone, but you had always had a bit of a crush on Finnick Odair. It started when you were both five years old, and he helped you up after you tripped over a few seashells on the beach. He had helped you up, brushed some of the sand off you, and helped you look for your parents after noticing your legs had started to bleed. And after he brought you back to them, he had stayed to make sure you were okay. You weren’t sure if he remembered that day, but you did, and you couldn’t help but have a crush on him afterward. A crush that still stood as you looked at his face. At his golden hair, at his dimples, and at those blue eyes that reminded you all too much of the ocean that surrounded your shared district. It wasn’t fair that he could still make you feel this way, all these years later, even if you two have only spoken a handful of times since then. You decided to blame it on the alcohol.

“Excuse me,” you suddenly state, “I see someone I should talk to,” you say with a smile. You didn’t know who you would go talk to, but that seemed like a problem for the future. Right now, you just needed to clear your head, and Finnick Odair certainly wasn’t helping with that.

You noticed the flash of a small frown on Finnick’s face before he quickly replaced it with one of his charming smiles. “Of course,” he replied, taking your free hand and raising it to his lips. “It was lovely talking to you again,” he finished, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he said your name.

You knew Finnick Odair was a well-known flirt, which is why you tried to calm your heart as his lips touched the back of your hand. But the alcohol coursing through your veins certainly wasn’t helping with that.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You suddenly asked, immediately regretting the question as he smiled at you—a soft, sweet smile.

“No,” he replied, “I do not.”

The two of you stared at each other as you went over his response in your head. His ocean blue eyes looking into yours as you contemplated how to respond. You felt as if you could drown in those eyes as he creased his eyebrows, looking at you in confusion.

“Why do you look confused?” He asked as you shrugged with a smile.

“I’m deciding if that’s a good or bad thing.” You replied.

“If I have a girlfriend?” He asked with a laugh. You simply nodded. “Why would it be a bad thing?”

Because you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts. It doesn’t make sense how you of all people could be single. “Because if you’re single, there’s no hope for the rest of us,” you joke.

“I’m sure there’d be hope for you,” he replies with a smile. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

You could feel yourself grow warm at his compliment. “Does that usually work on the other girls?” You joked. He just laughed.

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “I don’t really go around calling other girls gorgeous,” he said with a wink.

Oh. “What do you call them then?” You asked.

“Pretty,” he replied, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re the only one I’ve ever called gorgeous.” His hand drops back to his side as he smiles.

Oh. He only ever called you gorgeous? Oh

“Well,” he says, glancing around the room, “I shouldn’t keep you from the person you needed to talk to,” he said.

You had forgotten that. You wanted to admit you had lied about needing to talk to someone in order to avoid his gaze. To avoid the butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you, touched you, and flirted with you. You wanted to stay and continue talking with him. To continue letting him compliment you as you stared at the captivating eyes you wished to get lost in. But you had embarrassed yourself around him enough for one night.

“Right, of course,” you replied with a nod, fighting a smile as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand once more. “I’ll see you around, Finnick,” you said as he smiled, lightly squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“I hope so,” he responded before leaving to mingle with the citizens of the Capitol.

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ijustwannareblogstuff

4 months ago

thinking about a sloppy maybe tipsy make out sesh with chad that turns into you riding his thigh….

generous

fem!reader, thigh riding, 18+, unedited blurb

Thinking About A Sloppy Maybe Tipsy Make Out Sesh With Chad That Turns Into You Riding His Thigh….

the music is loud and the room smells of cheap booze and sweat but all you can really smell and feel is chad. "god, you're so pretty." is the words he groans before pressing you up against the wall.

it's a messy kiss, the drinks you guys had obviously getting the best of you as his tongue pushing against yours, his hands are in your hair tugging lightly on it causing you to whimper against his lips. he'd been trying to keep his hands off you all night but you just looked a little too perfect in your cowgirl costume i mean how could he resist?

"chad." you laughed against his lips, you can taste the shots the two of you had just taken. his arm wrapped around you pulling you impossibly closer to his warm skin as you placed your hands on his strong chest.

he dropped his head to your neck beginning to suck mark onto your skin your back arching when a moan slipped from your lips.

"chad, we're around a bunch of people." you gasp out but make no particular move to push him away.

his teeth graze your skin his hand dropping to your hips "you wanna go upstairs." he asked finally pulling back as you leaned your head back against the wall, he moved closer when someone said 'excuse me' so he was flush against you.

you think about it running your hands over his bare chest, your nails scratching lightly "i promised mindy we won't have sex." you sigh looking at him through your lashes "you know, horror movies rules and stuff." he groaned throwing his head back his cowboy hat almost slipping off his head. "don't do this to me."

"i'm sorry." you pout pressing a kiss under his jaw. "trust me any other circumstances, i'd have you in me in a second." he laughed looking back down at you shaking his head.

"we don't have to have sex, babe." he hummed his hands gripping your hips "i could always just make you feel good." he pushes his thigh in between your legs, his head dropping back down to your neck "i know how much you love when i do all the work." you let out a gasp when he pulls you to grind against his thigh in one swift moment "chad."

his lips are all over your neck nipping and sucking at your skin as he helps you grind against his thigh. to onlookers it looks like a couple cuddling in the corner, his broad shoulders blocking you from anyone looking. it shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, you tried to keep quiet moaning softly in his ear.

he pushed his thigh harder against you as he makes due on his promise to do all the work, his hands moving you on his thick thigh. "there you go baby, that's my girl." he praised in your ear, your nails digging into his bicep the pressure against your pussy almost sending you over the edge.

it should be embarrassing but you think it's drinks making you more sensitive to chad's rough touch. you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your moans.

it isn't long before you're cumming on his thigh, you holding onto to him for dear life and he still moves you a little bit letting you ride through your high. he doesn't say much when he pulls back looking down seeing that little dreamy look in your eye.

"chad?" he has a smirk on his lips like he knew what you were going to say "yes, sweetheart?"

"wanna go upstairs?" you asked tossing your arm over his shoulders biting your lip "what about horror movie rules?" he teased "fuck horror movie rule i want you inside me." you huffed pulling him down into a rough kiss.

mindy squinted from afar watching as you led chad up the stairs "what's wrong?" anika asked following her eyeline "they're literally going to die because they can't keep it in their pants." anika laughed at mindy's words shaking her head "don't be like that."

"just glad i'm the smart twin."

"i don't know mindy.... there's bathroom with our name on it." anika giggled kissing mindy's jaw and mindy groaned "fine, i'm convinced."

"i haven't even tried to convince you yet!"

"don't care, let's go."

a/n: chad owns my mind, body and soul, tell me what you think and feel free to request. i really hope you liked and enjoyed this!

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ijustwannareblogstuff

2 weeks ago

more dave lizewski please anything🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

dave is the type of horny idiot that doesn't know that women masturbate too.

you slip a mention of it into a story you tell him one day, and he's genuinely shocked. "so i had just finished masturbating, right, and then she calls me–"

"wait ... women masturbate?"

and he's dead serious. you try to convince him that yes, most women also masturbate but he legit refuses to believe you.

until he slips into your window one night just for fun, sans kick ass suit and just as dave, no crime fighting vigilante. you wished he would've knocked on the window, or used the front door, because you're laying there with your legs opened and a baby blue vibrator pressed up against your clit with his fucking name on your lips and thoughts of those pretty blue eyes and that weirdly perfect curly brown hair and everything that is dave lizewski.

he's still half-kneeled over on your roof. stood still. starstruck. mouth agape.

and your eyes open when you hear the sound of your window sliding open, and your legs close when you see dave there.

"what the fuck!" you swear and dave, like the idiot he is, climbs into your room instead of walking away and pretending this never happened. so now, you're mid-masturbation, frozen because of shock, having to address this entire situation.

"girls actually masturbate. you weren't kidding."

"no, i wasn't, dave." you spit his name out, all of your frustrations and anger let out in the four letter identification.

and you, for some reason (maybe it's dave's idiocy meeting your brain), bite your lower lip and tilt your head.

"wanna see?"

dave ends up sitting cross legged at the edge of your bed, given a front row, perfect view, of your spread legs and leaking cunt while you work your vibrator against yourself. and now, when you moan his name, you aren't ashamed like you were before. you're proud and satisfied to see that your sounds and the show you put on has dave slipping a hand in his pants, pulling it back out to free his cock which he tugs rhythmically.

and dave's idiocy really must be contagious, because for some stupid reason, you're opening your mouth just as you're about to reach your peak and you notice that he is too.

"cum on me, dave, please. on my pussy."

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ijustwannareblogstuff

1 month ago

Can you write smthn where Elliot plays truth or dare with the reader and finds out she’s a virgin and fucks her and he’s very gentle and praises her? With aftercare too if u can😭 thank youu <33

Hell yes! I'm so sorry this took so long to be written, darling. But I hope you enjoy it <3.

Somewhere in the Haze

Can You Write Smthn Where Elliot Plays Truth Or Dare With The Reader And Finds Out She’s A Virgin And

Pairing: Elliot x Reader

Word Count: 2,063

Warnings: Smut (Fingering, Oral: Fem! Receiving, Shower Sex), First time for the reader, Praise, Smoking, Toxic Friends

A/N: This was such a cute request! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to send in more requests!

Love you darlings, xx Lilac.

“Was it your turn or mine, y/n?” Elliot asked, passing me the joint.

“Your turn,” I smiled, taking a puff and coughing senselessly. He just laughed and handed me his water bottle.

“You’re so bad at that, y/n,” he laughed as I pushed him away and smacked his arm.

Our hangouts have always been something else. We’d smoke and laugh together for hours, but it was a very different story at school. I had my own social circle of shitty guys I hung out with and pretty girls who were vain and trite. But I enjoyed the debauchery that they brought. I enjoyed hanging out with people who drank, went to wild parties, and were all fucking like rabbits…even if I wasn’t. It made me feel alive, less alone, and away from my own personal hell of insecurity and the perpetual sadness of teenage girls.

I must have been quiet for a few seconds because before I knew it, I could feel Elliot nudge me to listen to him.

“Truth or dare?” he asked, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth and licking his lips.

“Truth.”

“Don’t get mad at me, I’m just really curious. Which one of those guys has the best dick?”

I had to do a double-take at his question. He was asking about those same shitty guys I hung out with. They were all on various sports teams and were a little touchy with the way they interacted with me. I’m not surprised he thought I was fucking them.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Wait, you don’t hook up with them?”

“No, why would I be hooking up with them?”

“I just figured that’s the reason you don’t really talk to me at school.”

I moved closer to him, brushing my fingertips against his arm.

“You know I would never purposely do that to you. I’ve known them my whole life and it’s just hard to step away from them. Plus, Lukas hates you for some reason and I just didn’t want to push it. I realize that makes me sound like an asshole.”

“You know he likes you, right?”

“How would you know that, Elliot?” I questioned, taking the joint from him again and watching the red embers of the tip.

“Don’t shoot the messenger; he just talks about wanting to “rail you” all the time in the locker room.”

“Well, I don’t want him to “rail me”. Not how I imagined my first time.”

“Wait, you’re a virgin?”

I laughed, pulling at my ear lobe with my nervousness. Elliot knew that was a habit of mine, and gently pulled my hand away. He placed it in his own hands, the sides of our knees touching as we sat together on the floor of his room.

“Yeah, I am,” I said after a couple of minutes of awkward silence and a sudden rise in tension.

“Your turn,” he said, getting up from the floor to get the pack of mint gum on his dresser. That stupid mint gum that he was always chewing. To be entirely honest, it turned me on watching the way his jaw flexed with each motion but I wouldn’t dare to tell him that. We’re just friends who occasionally do whatever this is together.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth, I’m feeling honest today,” he laughed, plopping on his bed.

“Um, how many girls have you fucked?”

“2 and a half.”

“What makes up a half?” I laughed, looking up at him from the floor.

“Well, the first girl, I came in 3 seconds. You can laugh if you want,” he said, smiling as he saw me trying to hide my giggles.

“How about the two other girls?”

“Well, it was never anything special. I don’t think I felt super invested in our relationships.”

I just nodded.

“Where’d your mind go?” he laughed, noticing myself going quiet.

“Nowhere,” I lied, smiling.

“Sure, y/n,” he said, dragging out the sound of the e.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell me how you think about your first time then?” he questioned, shifting in his bed and patting on the covers for me to come.

Fuck.

I got up and lay down next to him. I was close enough to smell his cologne but far enough to not fall too deep in the lavender haze that has been trying to pull me in for quite some time now.

“I just want it to be nice. Not really into “railing”. I don’t know,” I smiled, my nervousness and embarrassment being so obvious I wanted to melt into a puddle.

“Hey, you don’t have to feel embarrassed or anything. It’s just us.”

Good God. I really didn’t know what was coming over me, because before I knew it, I felt a rush of heat run over my body.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he replied, looking up at the ceiling, not noticing my eyes panning over his entire presence.

“I dare you to fuck me,” I whispered, hoping he wouldn’t really hear me. But he did.

“You really want that,” he said lightly, turning to face me on the bed.

I shook my head, yes, smiling at his grin.

“Words, y/n.”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“I’ll do something a little better than that,” he remarked as he pulled me into a kiss. It was light, gentle, and sugary sweet. His hands mapped over my body in a light hover, and the shudders I released at the feelings of his cold hands and my nervousness were always soothed.

He pulled me up, attaching my fingers to the hem of his shirt. I was eager to take it off, admiring the way his skin looked golden with the warm color of the lamp.

“You sure this is okay?” he asked, finger grazing against my abdomen and the skin poking out of my raised-up shirt.

“Yes,” I smiled, watching him take off my shirt and bra.

“What feels good?” he asked, fingers tracing figure eight around my bare waist.

“Can you just keep kissing me and touching me?” I asked.

It wasn’t like I didn’t know what people were supposed to do during sex. I heard enough stories from my friends. But all of that was washed out and I just wanted to follow his lead.

“Anything you want,” he replied, pulling off my jeans and doing the same to himself. We were just two people, only covered by the cloth of our underwear, making out in such lightness.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters into my mouth as his hands cup my breasts and moves down to the ache between my legs.

“Do you ever finger yourself?” he asked, feeling the wet spot on my underwear.

“Yes,” I reply, a breathy and low moan escaping my mouth with the feeling of him brushing against my aching clit.

“I want you to,” I say, moving my underwear off and smiling at the grin on his face.

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his hands lower and sliding his fingers down my fold, collecting my slick before teasing my entrance with two fingers. I had to give myself a second to adjust to it because his hands are much bigger than mine. But the light pain felt good with each of his slow movements. My eyes were closed, but when I felt his finger move out of me, my eyes were met with the sight f his fingers in his mouth tasting me.

“God, y/n. You taste so good,” he praised, his mouth moving lower between my thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hands on my inner thighs as his eyes met me from below.

“Yes, how are you so good at all of this?” I laughed, noticing how his moves were all so meticulously drawn out. And the tension between him and me felt like it was fading into both of us.

“I’ve thought about this for some time now,” he confessed, but before I could respond, I felt his mouth latch onto my clit and suck at the aching bud.

“Oh, my god,” I sighed, reaching down to rake my fingers through his hair. He hummed into me in a response, never looking away from my eyes with each lick.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, as he got up, noticing my blissed-out face getting so ready to cum. But he wasn’t going to let it all go so easily. I watched him take his underwear off, skillfully placing the condom.

My smile was so obvious, but I was scared shitless. It’s easy to adjust to fingers, but I was nervous about how it would feel for someone to actually be inside of me.

“I’ll go slow,” he said, moving closer to me and placing reassuring kisses all along my neck, “tell me if you want me to stop.”

He held his weight above me, my fingers assisting him as he slowly slid inside me. He waited for a second, letting me adjust to his length as he placed his hand behind my head, picking it up so our eyes could meet.

He moved at such a slow pace, but it still felt deep and pleasurable, hitting spots I didn’t even know could feel so good. My mouth just stayed agape as breathy moans spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered into my ear, picking up the pace slightly, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Elliot,” I moaned, squeezing each time as I felt his hips hit against mine.

“I love hearing your pretty moans,” kissing me and smiling into my mouth

My stomach feels like the knots inside it are unraveling slowly, ready to unravel completely with desire for him. All I can do is keep moaning his name, begging for something I’m not even sure I knew what I wanted.

“You feel so good,” I say, gripping his shoulders as each thrust intensifies my pleasure.

I’m mumbling senseless babble on how good he’s making me feel, how much I needed this, and how much I didn't know I needed him. He groans in my ear, sending another rush down.

“You’re close?” he asks breathlessly.

I just nod frantically, my whimpers flowing out of my mouth.

“I want you to come for me, doll,” he says sweetly, still not stopping his movements.

And that’s exactly what I do, crying out as my nails dig into his shoulders.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he mumbles. “Yes, just like. Yeah, so good for me.”

He never stops talking me through it, telling me how good I feel around him, how beautiful I look coming on his dick.

“Cum with me,” I whisper, feeling him unravel with me, mixing up our souls.

We’re both breathing so fast as we fall down from our orgasms. Elliot is still inside of me, my fingers holding his hips against me, not wanting this to end just yet. But when he does slip out, we’re both blissed out and sweaty, smiling at each other.

We lay down there together before he holds my hand and guides me into the bathroom.

“You should pee after sex,” he says, cleaning himself up as he waits for me.

When he’s down, he wipes me down with a wet washcloth, kissing my stomach and smiling.

“Thank you for all of this,” I gesture, as he rings out the cloth.

“I’m serious when I said that I’ve thought about this before.”

I just smile and move closer to him. Our bodies are still naked against each other but it feels familiar.

“You want to shower after that or some water?”

“Can we shower together?” I ask, smiling slyly.

“I would be an idiot to say no to that.”

He goes to the closet, grabbing a couple of towels before turning on the water as we both step into the shower.

“How you feeling? I know that first times sometimes feel confusing,” he asks, the warm water hitting the both of us as we stand underneath the showerhead.

“I’m okay. Thank you for being so patient with me,” I say, wiping the water away from my eye.

“Always,” he replies, pulling me in closer into a kiss.

That night I let him wash me clean and we lay together as two blissed-out idiots who were just realizing the feelings we had for each other.

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ijustwannareblogstuff

3 years ago

can you do a small peter blurb (doesn’t have to be smutty) where you wake him up at like 3 in the morning bc you woke up randomly super horny so you’re just like “peter… peter wake up” “…huh? what are you okay?” “can we have sex?” “…like… now?” “yeah.” PLEASE I NEED ITTTT

im obsessed with this tysm for the request! NSFW suggestive but not graphic x

Streetlight filters in through the slats of your blinds and illuminates Peter in broad white light. His arm, muscled, pale, is stretched over the small gap between you, his hand on your hip. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, rub your entire face clean with your palms.

It takes you a few seconds to realise why you're awake, and when you do you can't ignore it. You look at Peter's hand in your lap and figure, what's the worst he can do? Say no?

"Peter…" you trail off, feeling a little guilty for waking him in the middle of the night. Then you think about his hands on your legs and persevere. "Peter, wake up." You say it like a question, more of a suggestion than a command.

His eyes scrunch up as he comes to, lifting his head off of the pillow. "What? What's wrong?" His voice is thick with sleep. You push the fluffy hair from his eyes and give him what you hope is your softest smile. "Are you okay?" he asks, blinking as his bleary eyes open fully.

You don't mince words, worried you'll wussy out. "Can we have sex?"

He looks like he might laugh, endeared at your request, and it takes him a little while to answer. "Like… now?"

"Yeah."

There's no way he could miss the amorous twist in your tone, and he doesn't. His eyes light up, his lips quirk.

"If you want to. Please," you whisper.

"So polite," he murmurs, turning from his side to lie flat on his back. He holds his arms open. "C'mere."

Your excitement surges up in a breathless giggle.You almost throw yourself onto his chest, needling your arms around the back of his neck. You hold your face an inch from his and you're gifted his own lovely laugh as you lean down.

"You're so pretty," he tells you, cupping the side of your face in his big palm.

"I love you." It bursts out of you, accidental but completely true.

He tilts in response, your kisses slow and sweet. His hands wrap around you, tighten. You feel the heat of a thousand suns in your tummy as they move down, smiling against his mouth.

"I love you too," he says, full of fondness, his hand closing around the back of your thigh. He hikes your leg up, pulling your knee forward. You drop your head into his neck as he touches you, his lips in your hair as he says playfully, "Let me show you how much, yeah?"

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