#Dominic Harrison x reader

[nixhtlite]

After dark

Dominic Harrison (yungblud) x gn! reader

cw: Nsfw, top reader, bottom Dominic, the readers hardware will be left up to interpretation (whether you have a dick, use a strap, etc.) but the term cock/dick will be used so if that doesn’t seem suitable keep it moving.

Dominic was slightly sprawled out across the bed you two were sharing, the blankets hiding a portion of his lower half. His head turned to look back at you as you were on your knees above him admiring the view.

“I know I said we’d go sight seeing soon but I guess you’ll get a proper sight soon enough” he said before giggling to himself, his tongue sticking out slightly. you couldn’t help but giggle along, his accent was always a delight to hear. “You’re always a handsome sight to see, after all I see you almost every day so I think I have good judgement there” You said giving him a wink.

You rubbed your hand up and down his back as you grazed his behind from atop the sheets, of course he had to cheekily shake it a bit for you as your hands rested on him. “cmon, do a grand reveal. Pull the sheets and get your well earned prize babe.” Of course you obliged as you practically threw the sheets off him, the slightly cool air making its way all over him. “well i didn’t think my arse would get you so impatient” of course throughout all his talking he just stared with this look in his eyes, he knows how much of a tease he’s being and he knows the effect it’s having on you. The smirk not helping his case.

You let your hands rub him down a bit, very lightly biting your lip while devilishly smirking directly into his eyes. He looked back while raising an eyebrow to you before looking forward again, his head resting in his hands. You smacked his ass a bit before teasing his hole a bit with your finger “how many do you think you can take?” You questioned as you put about two fingers in your mouth before teasing again with just one.

“Do two why don’t you?” he said before taking a deep breath, anticipation filled the room before you gradually entered inside of him with your fingers, “O-ohho fuckin hell babe a-ah.~” His hand balled up into a fist with the sheets in hand, you went back and forth as you increased the speed while curling your fingers to find that G-spot of his. It didn’t take long that’s for sure. He backed himself into you as it seemed like he was becoming more and more desperate for you.

“Waste if you just- use your f…fingers mmf-“ he had a point, you removed your fingers before pressing your cock against him, the tip barely going inside. “want more of it?” Dom nodded quickly, sounds of affirmation as he looked back at you. “Well then you’ll have to beg” you thrusted right above his hole to show what he’s missing on. “Fuck me please y/n? I wanna feel how good you feel in me” he giggled with just the thought of you before his eye widened with pleasure.

You pushed your dick inside of him all the way, his whiny moans told you just how good he was feeling with you in him, as you only got faster. You had one hand on his waist and the other on his back. “Want it so b-bad? Back yourself up on it then” You stated while admiring your boyfriend in front of you, how wonderful he looks doing all of this. Dominic moved back on you pretty fast, his sounds only filling you with more and more lust.

“F-fuck i’m c-close” Dom whined out as you sped up, you felt just as close, both of your hands now wrapped themselves perfectly around Doms’ ass, you thrusted quickly as you felt yourself getting closer and closer each time. “Oh shit i’m gonna cum babe~ o-oh fuuck.” You heaved as Dominic joined you as well, the both of you all whiny and heaving, sweat almost sticking the two of you together.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ that was so good” Dominic said as he turned around to see you, you had already pulled out as you made your way to rest next to him, the blanket he had on before now also covering you. “You were so good babe…not to be gross but, i think we’ll just shower in the morning” you groggily stated before pulling your boyfriends head into your chest as sleep consumed you both.

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[independentwarlocksworld]

Wattpad story

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SIMS ANATOMY - JAKE SIM

SYNOPSIS: you, a top cardiac surgeon, find yourself increasingly frustrated by the distraction over the hospital’s new head of neurosurgery, Dr. Jake Sim. Despite your initial annoyance, you can't help but notice Jake's charm and undeniable skills. As you keep running into each other, Jake’s persistent yet respectful flirtations begin to break through your professional exterior.

PAIRING: neurosurgeon! jake x cardio surgeon! reader

GENRE: workplace romance, situationship

WARNINGS: explicit smut, unprotected sex (don’t), oral (m and f receiving), angst, language, MDNI!!

wc: 12k

You step out of the OR, still riding the adrenaline high from the successful triple bypass surgery you just completed. The intricate dance of sutures and clamps still echoes in your mind as you head towards the nurses' station to update your patient's chart. You’ve always prided yourself on your precision and dedication, and today was no exception.

As you settle into the chair, logging into the system, you can't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the nearby nurses. Their voices are hushed but excited, and despite yourself, your ears prick up at the mention of a new doctor.

"Oh my god, have you seen Dr. Sim yet?" one nurse gushes, her voice practically dripping with admiration. "He's the new head of neuro. I can't believe he's not married with kids."

"Seriously, he's so handsome," another chimes in. "I thought doctors like him only existed in movies."

You roll your eyes internally, feeling a twinge of annoyance. These nurses should be focusing on their patients, not swooning over some new doctor. You know the type—charming, overconfident, used to turning heads wherever he goes. You’ve seen it a hundred times. It’s frustrating to think that professional women, who you’ve seen handle the toughest of medical crises with unflinching composure, could be so easily distracted by a pretty face.

"He smiled at me in the break room," another voice adds, dreamy and far away. "I nearly melted."

You resist the urge to scoff out loud. Instead, you channel your irritation into the chart in front of you, updating the post-op notes with meticulous detail. Your patient, Mr. Harrison, came through the surgery well, and you want to ensure there are no loose ends in his care plan. His vitals are stable, and the grafts look good. You make a note to check on him in an hour.

The chatter continues unabated. "I heard he’s a genius in the OR," someone says. "Apparently, he’s revolutionized some new technique in neurosurgery."

"Brains and looks? Not fair," another nurse quips, and they all dissolve into giggles.

You finish charting, your irritation only growing. It’s not that you begrudge the nurses their moment of levity—being a nurse is hard, often thankless work, and they deserve a bit of fun. But the object of their admiration rubs you the wrong way. You’ve had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously in a male-dominated field, and the idea of a doctor coasting on his looks and charm irks you.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand up and grab the chart. There’s still a lot to do, and you don’t have time to dwell on some pretty boy neurosurgeon. If he’s really as good as they say, you’ll see for yourself soon enough. And if not, well, you’ve never had a problem putting overconfident doctors in their place.

As you walk away from the nurses' station, you hear one last wistful sigh. "I can't wait to see him in action."

Neither can you, you think, but for entirely different reasons.

You step out of the OR, mind still buzzing with the details of the successful valve replacement surgery you just completed. you head to the cardiac unit to check on post-op patients, but something feels off. The usually bustling ward is eerily quiet, with only one nurse, Olivia, stationed at the desk.

“Olivia,” you calls out, her voice cutting through the silence. “Where is everyone?”

Olivia looks up, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes. “They’re at lunch,” she replies a little too quickly, her tone unconvincing.

you narrows her eyes, knowing Olivia well enough to sense when she’s not telling the full truth. “Olivia...” you say in a stern voice, crossing your arms.

Olivia shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “Okay, fine,” she sighs, her shoulders slumping. “They’re in OR 2’s gallery.”

Confusion flickers across your face. “Why would they be in the gallery?” you ask, your irritation growing.

“Dr. Sim is clipping an aneurysm,” Olivia admits, unable to meet your eyes.

That’s all you need to know, storming off towards the gallery, your footsteps echoing through the hallways. The idea of your nurses neglecting their duties to watch a surgery infuriates your. Jake’s presence in the hospital had already been a source of frustration, and now he was serving as a distraction for your team.

Reaching the gallery, you push open the door and stride in, your eyes scanning the crowd of nurses huddled around the glass, their attention glued to the procedure below. you spot Jake in the OR, skillfully clipping the aneurysm, his focus unwavering.

“What is going on here?” you demand, voice slicing through the murmurs. The nurses jump, turning to face you with wide eyes. “Why are you all here instead of attending to your patients?”

One of the nurses, Carla, steps forward, stammering. “We... we just wanted to see Dr. Sim’s technique. It’s supposed to be groundbreaking.”

your glare is icy. “I don’t care how groundbreaking it is. Your patients come first. Get back to your stations, now.”

The nurses scurry out, their heads bowed in embarrassment. you watch them go, your anger simmering. Jake’s impressive skills might have captivated your team, but to you, he was nothing more than a distraction. you couldn’t afford to have the nurses slacking off, not when lives depended on their diligence.

you turn back to the OR, eyes locking onto Jake. For a brief moment, your gazes meet through the glass, and you see a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps? Or was it amusement? Shaking off the thought, you storm out of the gallery, determined to keep your team on track and your own frustrations with Jake in check.

You catch sight of Jake coming out of the OR, his surgical cap still on and his scrubs marked with the evidence of a long, intense procedure. He’s engrossed in conversation with another surgeon, but as you approach, he looks up and meets your gaze.

“You must be Dr. Sim,” you say, your voice firm.

Jake smiles, wiping his hands with a towel. “Dr. Y/L/N, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I could say the same about you,” you reply, not missing a beat. “Seeing as you’re the reason my nurses are disappearing during their shifts to watch this so-called groundbreaking technique of yours.”

His smile falters slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize my surgeries were causing any issues. I’m sorry if they’ve been a distraction.”

“They have,” you state bluntly, crossing your arms. “My team’s focus should be on their patients, not on observing other procedures or a certain brain surgeon, no matter how impressive they might be.”

Jake’s lips curl into a playful grin. “Oh, so you think I’m impressive?”

You feel a flush of annoyance, typical behavior for a neurosurgeon, always so full of themselves. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it,” he teases, taking a step closer. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to maintain your stern demeanor. “My team doesn’t have time for distractions, Dr. Sim.”

“Fair enough,” he replies, his tone still light but his expression more serious. “I understand, and I’ll make sure to address it with the staff. I didn’t mean to disrupt the unit.”

You study him for a moment, gauging his sincerity. Despite your irritation, there’s something about his demeanor that disarms you slightly. You can’t help but notice his deep brown eyes, plump lips, and the way his Australian accent is way more attractive than it should be. You understand, in that moment, why the nurses might be so captivated.

“Good,” you say, your tone softening just a touch. “I appreciate that.”

Jake smiles again, this time a bit more warmly. “And if it’s any consolation, your reputation as a top cardiac surgeon is well-deserved. I look forward to working alongside you.”

“Likewise,” you reply, giving him a curt nod before turning to leave. As you walk away, you can’t shake the mixture of irritation and intrigue. Jake Sim might be causing headaches for your unit, but there’s no denying his skill and charm. You just hope he proves to be more than just a distraction.

A few days later, you find yourself in the hospital’s busy hallway, reviewing patient charts on your tablet. The hum of activity around you is a comforting backdrop until a familiar voice interrupts your focus.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Jake calls out, his voice carrying that unmistakable Australian lilt. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You look up, and there he is, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Dr. Sim,” you acknowledge with a nod, trying to keep your tone neutral. “What can I do for you?”

“Just thought I’d say hello,” he replies, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to you. “And maybe ask how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you respond, keeping your eyes on your tablet.

“Busy as usual, I see,” he notes, glancing at the screen. “You ever take a break?”

“Breaks are for people who don’t have critical patients to tend to,” you reply, not looking up.

He chuckles, the sound warm and annoyingly pleasant. “You know, there’s more to life than work. Maybe you need someone to remind you of that.”

You finally look up, raising an eyebrow. “And I suppose you think you’re that someone?”

“Could be,” he says with a confident grin. “I mean, who better to show you the lighter side of things?”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. “You’re quite sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Confidence is a necessity in our line of work,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. “But I’ve heard it helps in other areas too.”

“Oh really? Like what?” you ask, despite yourself.

He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Like convincing brilliant surgeons to step out of their comfort zones once in a while.”

You scoff lightly, shaking your head. “I don’t need convincing, Dr. Sim. I have my priorities straight.”

“Of course you do,” he replies smoothly. “But even the best of us need a break sometimes. Don’t worry, I’m not asking you out. Just offering a bit of friendly advice.”

You look at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious. “Friendly advice, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he says with a wink. “Think of it as a, professional courtesy.”

You can’t help but laugh, despite your best efforts to stay stern. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“I get that a lot,” he says, flashing that infuriatingly charming smile. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to saving lives. But if you ever need a reminder of what fun looks like, you know where to find me.”

later that day, the hospital corridors are quieter than usual as you make your way to the elevators, finally heading home after a long shift. The soft hum of the building is almost soothing after the constant noise of the OR. You press the button and wait, your mind already shifting to thoughts of a hot shower and some much-needed sleep.

The elevator dings, and as the doors slide open, you see Jake standing inside, leaning against the back wall, his expression relaxed but alert. He looks up and his face lights up with a familiar, playful smile.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” he greets, stepping aside to make room for you. “Heading home too?”

“Dr. Sim,” you reply, stepping in and pressing the button for the ground floor. “Looks like it.”

The doors close, and the elevator begins its descent. The enclosed space suddenly feels a bit smaller with the two of you in it.

“Long day?” he asks, glancing over at you.

“You could say that,” you respond, leaning back against the wall. “You?”

“Same here,” he says, a hint of fatigue creeping into his voice. “But it’s all part of the job, right?”

You nod, a brief silence settling between you. It’s not uncomfortable, but there’s an unspoken tension, a mix of mutual respect and something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Jake breaks the silence, a teasing note in his voice. “Any plans for the evening? Or are you one of those surgeons who lives and breathes work even at home?”

You raise an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “And what about you? Do you have a life outside the hospital, Dr. Sim?”

He laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine. “I try to, when I’m not dealing with brain surgery. But I’ll admit, it’s a challenge. The job can be all-consuming.”

“Tell me about it,” you agree, your tone more relaxed now. “Sometimes it feels like there’s no room for anything else.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s important to find some balance,” he says, his voice sincere. “Even if it’s just little moments here and there.”

You look at him, considering his words. There’s more to Jake than the cocky, flirtatious persona he often projects. “I suppose you’re right.”

The elevator dings again, signaling your arrival at the ground floor. As the doors open, you both step out into the lobby, the cool night air from outside brushing against your skin.

“Need a ride?” Jake offers, his tone casual but there’s a glint of genuine concern in his eyes. “It’s pretty late.”

“I’m good, thanks,” you reply, appreciating the offer but not ready to blur those professional lines just yet. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Count on it,” he says with a wink. “Have a good night, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“You too, Dr. Sim,” you respond, turning to head towards your car.

As you walk away, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of irritation and curiosity. Jake Sim might be a distraction, but there’s no denying that he’s also starting to become a presence you can’t quite ignore. And maybe, just maybe, that’s not entirely a bad thing.

The next day, you find yourself scrubbing in for a complex procedure. Today’s case is a particularly challenging one: a patient with both a severe cardiac condition and a cerebral aneurysm, requiring the combined expertise of both cardiac and neuro specialists. As you meticulously scrub your hands and arms, you hear the familiar voice of Jake Sim beside you.

“Looks like we’re working together today,” he says, his tone a mix of professionalism and that signature playful edge.

You glance over, meeting his eyes. “Seems like it. Ready for this?”

“Always,” he replies, his confident smile never wavering. “I’ve been looking forward to this case. It’s not every day we get to tackle something this intricate together.”

You nod, appreciating his enthusiasm despite your initial reservations about him. “Agreed. The patient’s condition is precarious. We need to be perfectly in sync.”

Jake gives you a serious nod, his demeanor shifting. “Absolutely. Let’s make sure we give them the best outcome possible.”

You both finish scrubbing in and enter the OR, where the patient is already prepped and waiting. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of tension and anticipation, the surgical team moving with practiced precision. As you take your place on one side of the patient, Jake positions himself on the other, eyes meeting over the sterile field.

“Ready to start?” you ask, your voice steady and focused.

“Ready,” Jake confirms, his expression equally determined.

The surgery begins, and the OR fills with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the soft hum of machinery. You work methodically, your hands moving with practiced precision as you navigate the complex landscape of the patient’s heart. Jake mirrors your concentration, his focus unbroken as he tackles the aneurysm with equal skill.

“Forceps,” you request, your voice calm and controlled.

“Here,” the scrub nurse says, passing the instrument with a fluid motion. “How’s the heart looking?” jake asks

“Stable,” you reply, glancing up briefly to meet his eyes. “How about the aneurysm?”

“It’s going well,” he answers, his tone steady. “We’re almost there.”

As the surgery progresses, you find yourselves falling into a natural rhythm, your movements synchronized in a way that surprises you. There’s a subtle, unspoken understanding between you, each anticipating the other’s needs and adjustments.

“Nice work on that bypass,” Jake comments, his tone genuinely appreciative.

“Thanks,” you reply, a small smile forming behind your mask. “Your precision with the aneurysm is impressive.”

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

Hours pass, but the intensity of your focus never wanes. Finally, as the last suture is placed and the patient’s vitals stabilize, you both step back, a sense of accomplishment settling over you.

“Great job, everyone,” you say to the team, who respond with nods and murmurs of agreement.

Jake meets your eyes, his expression one of respect and something more. “We make a good team, Dr. Y/L/N.”

You nod, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie. “We do, Dr. Sim. Let’s hope the patient has a smooth recovery.”

As you step out of the OR and begin the process of de-scrubbing, you can’t help but reflect on the day’s events. Working alongside Jake, seeing his skill and dedication firsthand, has shifted your perspective. He’s still cocky, still flirty, but there’s depth and talent beneath that exterior.

“Drinks tonight to celebrate?” Jake asks, a teasing glint in his eye as you both head towards the locker rooms.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe another time, Dr. Sim. But good work today.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he says, dropping the formalities for a moment. “Seriously, it was an honor working with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” you admit, giving him a genuine smile before heading off to change.

The next few weeks bring more opportunities for you and Jake to work together, and each collaboration reveals another layer of his skill and personality. Despite his initial cockiness, Jake proves to be a dedicated and talented surgeon, and you begin to see him in a new light. The more time you spend together in the OR, the more you find yourself appreciating his expertise and even enjoying his company.

One evening, you find yourself finishing up some paperwork in the quiet cardiac unit. The day had been long, but fulfilling, with several successful surgeries under your belt. As you look up from your desk, you see Jake approaching, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "You still here?"

"Just wrapping up," you reply, setting aside your pen. "What about you?"

"Same," he says, stepping into your office. "I was going to head out, but I thought I'd check in on you first."

"Checking in on me, huh?" you say with a hint of amusement. "What for?"

"Well, I was thinking," he starts, a bit more serious than usual. "We've been working together a lot lately, and I wanted to say thank you. For trusting me in the OR and for being an amazing colleague."

You feel a warm glow at his words, appreciating the sincerity behind them. "Thank you, Jake. You've been a great partner in the OR. I couldn't have asked for a better neurosurgeon to collaborate with."

Jake smiles, the familiar twinkle returning to his eyes. "You know, I think we make a pretty good team."

"I think so too," you admit, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's been nice, working with you."

"Nice, huh?" he teases, his playful side emerging once more. "I'll take that as a high compliment coming from you."

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "Don't let it go to your head, Sim."

He chuckles, but his expression soon turns more contemplative. "You know, I've been thinking about what I said the other day. About balance and taking breaks. It's something I'm not great at either."

"a little hypocritical to be giving me advice then no?," you reply, your tone light but teasing. "It's hard to switch off when our work is so demanding."

"Exactly," he agrees. "But I've realized that maybe we could help each other with that. Maybe we could find a way to balance things out a bit more."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how do you propose we do that?"

"How about we start with something simple?" he suggests. "Like taking a real break. Maybe grab a coffee together, no work talk allowed. Just two colleagues, taking a breather."

You consider his offer, the idea surprisingly appealing. "Alright, Dr. Sim. Coffee sounds good."

Jake's smile widens, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Great. Tomorrow morning, then? Before our rounds?"

"Tomorrow morning," you agree, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

The next morning, you find yourself at the hospital’s small café, waiting for Jake. The early hour means the space is quiet, with only a few other staff members milling about. When Jake arrives, he’s carrying two steaming cups of coffee, a smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he greets, handing you a cup. “Thought I’d get us a head start.”

“Thanks,” you say, accepting the coffee and taking a sip. “So, what’s on your mind, Dr. Sim?”

“Just enjoying the company,” he replies, sitting down across from you. “And maybe getting to know the person behind the scalpel a little better.”

You chuckle, feeling a bit more at ease. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start simple,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “What do you do when you’re not saving lives?”

You think for a moment, realizing how rare it is for you to talk about anything other than work. “I like to read, mostly. And sometimes I go for a run. It helps clear my head.”

“Sounds nice,” he says, nodding. “I’m more of a swimmer myself. It’s the one thing that keeps me sane outside the OR.”

“Swimming, huh?” you ask, surprised. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a swimmer.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he says, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

“Maybe,” you admit, feeling a strange curiosity about him. “But I’m starting to think I’d like to find out.”

The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying the time with Jake. As you talk, you see different sides of him—his passion for his work, his dedication to his patients, and even a vulnerable side that he rarely shows.

When it’s time to head back to your respective departments, you feel a sense of connection that wasn’t there before. Maybe Jake Sim is more than just a distraction. Maybe he’s someone worth getting to know.

As you part ways, he gives you a warm smile. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time,” you agree, already looking forward to it.

And so, a new routine begins. Coffee in the mornings, shared surgeries, and increasingly personal conversations. The barriers you once held up start to crumble, and you find yourself drawn to Jake in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

Weeks pass, and the connection between you grows stronger. One evening, after another successful surgery, Jake catches up to you in the hallway.

“Hey,” he says, slightly out of breath. “Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” you reply, curious.

“I was thinking,” he starts, looking a bit nervous for the first time. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. I’d like to take you out for dinner. No work, just us.”

You feel a flutter of surprise and anticipation. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “What do you say?”

You consider for a moment, then nod. “Alright, Jake. Dinner sounds good.”

As he walks away, you can’t help but smile.

The evening of your date arrives, and you’re both excited and a bit nervous. You’ve chosen a smart but casual outfit, and after a final check in the mirror, you’re ready. Your heart flutters with anticipation as you hear the sound of a car pulling up outside your apartment.

When you open the door, Jake is standing there, looking effortlessly charming in a blazer and jeans. His eyes light up as he sees you, and he smiles warmly.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” he says with a grin. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you, Dr. Sim,” you reply with a smile, feeling a bit flustered. “You look pretty sharp yourself.”

He gestures to the car parked behind him. “Shall we?”

You nod and follow him down to the car. As you slide into the passenger seat, Jake starts the engine and glances over with a playful smile.

“So, are you ready for an evening of fine dining and even finer conversation?” he asks, his tone light and teasing.

“I’m definitely looking forward to it,” you reply, settling into the seat and feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity.

As he drives, the conversation flows easily. Jake talks about his day and a recent surgery he performed, and you share some anecdotes from your own work. The drive is filled with laughter and engaging conversation, making you feel more at ease.

When you arrive at the restaurant, Jake parks and opens the door for you, offering his hand to help you out. The restaurant is a cozy bistro with warm lighting and a relaxed atmosphere. Jake leads you inside and to your reserved table, which is positioned by a window with a view of the city lights.

“This place looks lovely,” you say as you take your seat, admiring the ambiance.

“I’m glad you like it,” Jake replies, settling into his chair across from you. “I thought it would be a nice spot for our first dinner out.”

The evening progresses with delightful conversation and delicious food. Jake is attentive and charming, making sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself. As you both talk about various topics, you find yourself opening up more than you expected.

At one point, Jake asks, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t had the chance to yet?”

You think for a moment, considering the question. “I’ve always wanted to take a cooking class. I love to cook, but I think it would be fun to learn some new techniques and recipes.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Jake says, nodding. “Maybe we could take a class together sometime. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook Italian cuisine.”

You smile at the thought. “That could be fun. I’d be up for that.”

As the evening progresses, the conversation turns more personal. Jake shares stories about his family and his upbringing in Australia. He talks about the challenges of being far from home and the sacrifices he’s made for his career.

“It’s not always easy being so far away from my family,” Jake admits. “I miss them a lot, especially during the holidays.”

“I can imagine,” you say sympathetically. “My family is close by, and we have our own share of drama, but I’m grateful for their support.”

Jake nods, appreciating your understanding. “Family can be complicated, but it’s important to have that support system.”

You both continue to share personal stories and insights, finding common ground in your experiences. By the end of the evening, you feel a genuine connection with Jake, one that goes beyond professional respect.

When the check arrives, Jake insists on paying. “It’s my treat tonight,” he says with a smile. “Consider it a small thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you reply, feeling touched by his gesture. “I really appreciate it.”

. The night air is crisp and refreshing, and the drive home is filled with easy conversation. When you arrive at your apartment, Jake parks and turns to you with a hopeful expression.

“I had a great time tonight,” he says softly. “I hope you did too.”

“I did,” you reply with a smile. “Thank you for such a lovely evening.”

you hesitate for a moment, then look at jake with a warm smile. “Would you like to come up? Maybe just hang out and talk some more?”

he considers the offer, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. “That sounds nice. I’d love to.”

He smiles and follows you up to your apartment. As you enter, the space feels even more welcoming with the soft lighting and cozy atmosphere. You both get comfortable on the couch with drinks, and the conversation continues to flow effortlessly.

You find yourselves talking about everything from past relationships to future aspirations. As the conversation flows, Jake starts to open up about his past relationships. “You know, I’ve had my fair share of relationships that didn’t work out. One of the biggest challenges was balancing the demands of work and personal life. It’s not easy to find someone who understands the hours and the emotional toll.”

“I get that,” you say sympathetically. “It’s hard to maintain a relationship when your job takes up so much of your time and energy. My last relationship ended for similar reasons.”

Jake looks at you with genuine curiosity. “What happened?”

You take a deep breath, reflecting on your past. “We were together for a few years, and it started out great. But as time went on, he couldn’t handle the unpredictability of my schedule and the stress of my job. We drifted apart, and eventually, we just grew in different directions.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jake says softly. “It’s never easy to end a relationship, especially when it’s someone you care about.”

“Thanks,” you reply. “It’s part of life, I guess. We both moved on and found our own paths.”

Jake nods, taking a sip of his wine. The easy conversation slows, a new, more, intimate silence settling between the two of you.

Jake shifts slightly, closing the gap between you. his eyes locked on yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you suddenly felt very aware of your own. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

your heart raced as Jake leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. you responded eagerly, parting your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. you could feel the heat building between you as you kissed, your bodies pressed together.

Jake's hands began to wander, tracing patterns on your back. you could feel his fingers brushing against the zipper of your dress, and you shivered with anticipation.

Jake pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "May I?" he asked, his hand hovering over the zipper.

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. Jake slowly unzipped the dress, his fingers brushing against your skin as he did so. You felt a thrill run through your body as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in just your matching black bra and panties.

Jake's eyes roamed over yourbody, taking in every inch of you. You could feel yourself growing wet as he looked at you, his desire obvious and reflecting your own.

Jake stepped closer to you, his hands reaching out to touch you. You could feel his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, you shivered with pleasure. He leaned in and began to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

a soft moan escapes as Jake's lips moved down your body, his hands following close behind. “you’re so fucking beautiful” He reached your breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of your nipples through the lace of your bra. You could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, your body begging for more. “been thinking about this since the first day I saw you”

Jake reached behind You and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped your tits in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. You moaned as he touched you, your body responding to his touch.

Jake's mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against your stomach. you could feel his breath against her skin, and she shivered with anticipation. “w-ant you” He reached for your panties, “relax baby I got you”, his fingers tracing the outline of your pussy through the fabric.

you gasp as Jake's fingers slip beneath your panties, his fingers exploring your folds. you could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, your body begging for more.

Jake pulled your panties down, his eyes locked on your pussy, “shit baby, you’re so wet f’me, such a pretty pussy” He leaned in and began to kiss your inner thighs, his lips igniting the heat pooling in your lower belly.

Jakes mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against your pussy. a loud moan leaves your lips as he began to lick at your entrance, your hand instinctively going between your legs to run your fingers through his black locks. “fuck, jake feels so fucking good don’t stop” he hums in response, the vibration going straight to your core.

he’s practically making out with your cunt licking and sucking, his saliva and your juices combined, making a mess on your couch, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. “fuck i’m c-cuming” your orgasm rapidly approaching. “yeah baby cum on my tongue, fuck can’t get enough of you, you taste so sweet”. at his words, your orgasm hits you like a wave, your body shaking with pleasure.

Jake stood up, his eyes locked on yours. you could see the desire in his eyes, and you knew what he wanted. you reached out and unbuttoned his pants, fingers brushing against his hard cock.

Jake stepped out of his pants, his hard cock springing free. while he wasn’t remarkably long, he definitely made up for it in girth. You reached out and wrapped your hand around it, stroking it gently. “ah shit baby” you could feel him growing harder in your hand, your excitement noticable.

he pushed you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. “condom?” he asked, stopping in his tracks before he gets too ahead of himself. “it’s fine, just put it in” you reach down between you two, taking hold of his length as you begin to guide his cock into your dripping heat. his cock twitches at the thought of feeling you with nothing in between, “fuck, are you sure?”, “yeah, m’on the pill, just fuck me already please” your walls clench around nothing, needing to feel him inside you more than anything.

without another word he slides in. the stinging sensation quickly turning into one of pleasure. your pussy gripping him tightly as he sets a pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “so fucking tight, pretty, you’re squeezing me so good. pussy was made for my cock mhm?” you can’t even find the words to reply, the pleasure all too much to even think straight.

“feels so good jake” your words encourage him, his thrusts growing more quick, chasing his release as well as your own. the room is filled moans and the sloppy, wet sounds of his cock pounding into your hole. “s-so close, faster baby, want your cum inside me” you don’t have to tell him twice, his hips snapping into a pace that has you seeing stars.

“cum for me baby, cum on my cock” his hand reaches between you to rub your clit in quick circles, sending you over the edge “fuck! i’m cumming!” your release consumes you, his following not too long after.

he collapses next to you on the tiny couch, the both of you panting and out of breath as you come down from your high. “that was amazing” you turn your head to look at him, his eyes closed from pure euphoria he just experienced. “amazing is an understatement. it was fan fucking tastic” you let out a laugh at his pure honesty, a comfortable silence settling in the room.

he pulls you in by your waist, positioning you so your back is against his chest, a more comfortable position since your couch is definitely not meant for this. “i had a good time tonight” you can’t help the smile that grows on your face “me too”

as if the universe was against you, a beeping noise cuts through the silence, ending your moment. his pager was going off, they probably needed him back at the hospital, the realization of your jobs hitting you like a truck. “way to ruin the moment” he says getting up to check the pager “I gotta go, i’ll see you at work?” you smile at him nodding. he quickly gets dressed and presses a quick peck to your lips “get some rest” he tells you before rushing out the door to make his way to the hospital.

you can’t help but be a little disappointed. The obligation of your job was one of the many reasons you didn’t date, simply because it didn’t work. why did you expect this to be any different?

you drift off into a slumber, too tired to let your thoughts cloud your mind.

The next morning, the hospital is bustling with the usual chaos as you walk through the corridors towards your office. Despite the busy environment, your mind keeps drifting back to the night before with Jake. The memory of his touch, his kisses, and the intimate conversations you shared fills you with a warm, lingering sense of connection.

As you turn the corner, you see Jake standing near the nurses’ station, discussing a case with a colleague. He looks up and catches your eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. There’s a new glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before, a mixture of warmth and mischief.

“Good morning, Dr. Y/L/N,” Jake calls out, his tone playful and a bit louder than necessary, drawing the attention of nearby staff. “Did you sleep well?”

You feel a blush rising but manage to keep your composure. “Good morning, Dr. Sim. I did, thank you. And you?”

“didn’t sleep much, had a lot on my mind,” he replies, his grin widening as he walks over to you. “Must be the excellent company I had last night.”

Several nurses and doctors nearby glance over with curious expressions, but Jake seems unfazed. He stops just a bit too close, his presence commanding your attention. “I was hoping we might catch up over lunch. I’ve been craving some more of those conversations we had.”

You raise an eyebrow, fighting the smile that’s threatening to break through. “Is that so? Well, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

Jake chuckles, leaning in slightly. “You do that. In the meantime, if you need anything at all, you know where to find me.” His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Or maybe I should say, you know where to call me.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head at his audacity. “I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Sim.”

He winks at you before stepping back, returning to his conversation with the colleague but not without a lingering glance over his shoulder.

Throughout the morning, you find yourself running into Jake more often than usual. Each time, he manages to throw in a playful comment or a flirty remark, making it clear that last night’s intimacy has only fueled his interest.

In the break room, you’re pouring a cup of coffee when Jake slips in beside you. “we meet again,” he says, his tone light. “I was just thinking about how good you look in scrubs.”

You roll your eyes but smile, feeling a flutter of excitement. “Really? I’m sure you say that to all the doctors.”

“Only the ones who make a lasting impression,” he replies smoothly, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

Later, while reviewing patient charts at your desk, you receive a text from Jake. It’s a picture of a heart drawn on a napkin, with a message: “Couldn’t help but think of you during rounds.”

You can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face. It’s clear that Jake’s flirting isn’t just a passing fancy; there’s a genuine interest and warmth behind his actions that makes your heart skip a beat.

Weeks turn into months, and your relationship with Jake settles into a comfortable, intimate rhythm. Without any formal labels, your connection grows deeper, rooted in shared moments and unspoken understandings. Lunches in the cafeteria become a regular occurrence, interspersed with stolen glances across the OR and late-night encounters that leave you breathless and wanting more.

You find yourself looking forward to these moments, the thrill of sneaking around adding a layer of excitement. During shifts, Jake’s flirtatious comments become a highlight of your day.

One afternoon, you’re in the break room, reviewing patient charts when Jake walks in, his usual confident stride and easy smile making your heart skip a beat. He leans against the counter, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Hey, beautiful. Busy?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Always,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.

Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. “You look like you could use a break. How about a coffee?”

You glance at the clock, knowing you have a few minutes to spare. “Sure, why not?”

As you walk to the “coffee shop” side by side, jake quickly takes a glance around to make sure no one is watching and pulls you into the on-call room, the tension between you palpable, you can’t help but feel the thrill of anticipation. The moment the door closes behind you, Jake’s hands are on your waist, pulling you close. His lips find yours in a kiss that’s both urgent and tender, a mix of passion and familiarity that leaves you breathless.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming over your back.

“you pulled me away for this?” you let out a slight chuckle. “mhm want you so bad” his lips move down to your neck “jake we’re at work.”

your eyes shut closed, enjoying the feeling of his soft, plump lips on that sweet spot behind you ear that he always found instantly. “doors locked, no one’s coming in here” he mutters out.

you give in, your hands immediately going to his pants and undoing the tie on his scrub bottoms. “well in that case, I wanna suck your cock” you whispered, lowering down into your knees in front of him. Jake's eyes widened in surprise, but then he grinned.

"Fuck, yeah," he said, dropping his pants and boxers. His cock was hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum, your heart pounding with excitement.

you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it gently. Jake groaned and closed his eyes, his head thrown back. you leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. Jake's groan grew louder as you opened your mouth and took him in, lips sliding down his veiny shaft.

you started to suck, head bobbing up and down as youworked his cock. Jake's hands were in yoir hair, guiding you as you sucked him off. you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, his balls tightening as he got closer to cumming.

"yeah, baby," Jake groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked your mouth. "You're gonna make me cum so hard."

You moan around his cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft. You could feel his cock twitching in yourmouth, his balls tightening even more. you continued faster, fingers digging into his thighs as you worked him.

Jake's groans grew louder, his thrusts more urgent. you could feel his cock swelling, his precum flowing freely. you sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as your mouth got him to his release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jake groaned, his hips bucking as he came hard in your mouth. You swallowed, throat working as you took every drop of his cum. Jake's hands were in you hair, holding your head as he came, his hips still thrusting as he emptied himself into your mouth.

When he was done, you pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jake's cock was still hard, but it was starting to soften. You stood up, smiling at him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, voice soft and seductive. Jake grinned, his eyes still glazed with pleasure.

"I loved it," he said, pulling you into a kiss. "That was amazing."

As the weeks went on, you and Jake continued the little rhythm you had set in place. He flirted with you every chance he got. The both of you ending up in each others beds more often than not.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the hospital, you’re sitting in your apartment, staring blankly at the schedule in front of you. Your mind keeps drifting back to Jake—the way he looked at you during lunch, the warmth of his hand on your back as he guided you through the crowded cafeteria. The realization hits you like a tidal wave: you’re falling for him. Hard.

It terrifies you.

You’ve always prided yourself on being focused, dedicated, and in control of your emotions. But with Jake, everything feels different. The boundaries you set for yourself are blurring, and you’re not sure if you can handle the implications.

The demands of your job loom heavily over you. The long hours, the constant pressure, and the emotional toll of the medical field leave little room for anything else. As you stare at the schedule for the coming weeks, packed with surgeries and patient consultations, the reality sinks in: maintaining a relationship would be nearly impossible. The thought of trying to juggle your career and a growing emotional commitment to Jake feels overwhelming. After much soul-searching, you come to a difficult conclusion. It’s not fair to him or to yourself to continue something you can’t fully sustain. With a heavy heart, you decide it’s best to end things, believing that stepping back is the only way to preserve the little balance in your life.

The next day, you’re in the break room, trying to focus on patient charts when Jake walks in. He greets you with his usual easy smile, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“Hey, what are you up to?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

“just charting, the usual,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.

Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. “You wanna step away for a bit and grab lunch with me?”

You hesitate, the words on the tip of your tongue. You want to say yes, but the fear of what it might mean if you keep going down this path holds you back. “Actually, I have a lot to catch up on. Maybe another time.”

Jake’s brow furrows, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You force a smile, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed with work.”

He doesn’t push, but you can see the worry in his eyes as he nods and leaves you to your charts.

Over the next few days, you start to pull back, keeping your interactions with Jake strictly professional. You avoid the on-call room, decline his offers for lunch, and keep your conversations short and to the point. It’s not easy, and you can see the confusion and hurt in his eyes every time you brush him off.

One evening, you’re leaving the hospital when you run into Jake in the parking lot. He’s leaning against his car, arms crossed, his expression serious.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he asks, his voice a mix of frustration and concern.

You nod, knowing you can’t avoid this conversation forever. “Sure.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me, and I don’t understand why. Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. “No, Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what we’re doing.”

Jake’s expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. “I’ve realized that I can’t keep up with a relationship right now. Our jobs are so demanding, and I’m constantly running on empty. I don’t think I can give you the attention and commitment you deserve.”

Jake’s expression shifts from confusion to hurt. “Y/N, I thought we were making this work. Why now? What changed?”

You struggle to keep your voice steady, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “It’s not about you. It’s about me and my inability to balance everything. I’ve been trying to make it work, but I can’t keep up with both my job and a relationship. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Jake’s eyes drop to the floor, and he takes a deep breath, trying to process what you’ve said. “So, this is it? You’re just… ending things? before they even started?”

You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “I think it’s best. I care about you a lot, but right now, I can’t handle more than what I’ve got.”

Jake remains silent for a moment, then looks back at you with a pained expression. “I get it, Y/N. If this is what you need, then I respect your decision. But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

You reach out, touching his arm gently. “I’m so sorry, Jake. This isn’t what I wanted, but I need to focus on my career right now. I hope you understand.”

He nods, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and acceptance. “Yeah, I understand. It doesn’t make it any less painful, but I get it.”

As you turn to leave, you feel a deep ache in your chest, knowing that you’ve made the right decision for yourself, but also feeling the weight of the loss. The break room seems colder now, and the empty space where Jake used to stand feels like a gaping hole in your heart.

Adjusting to life without Jake is more challenging than you anticipated. The hospital, once a place of shared glances and flirtatious banter, now feels strangely empty. The absence of his smile, his reassuring presence, and the warmth of his touch leaves a void that’s hard to ignore.

At work, you focus intently on your patients and your responsibilities, but the familiar routine feels different. The small moments that once brought you joy—a playful comment during a surgery, a quick coffee break together—are now replaced with an uncomfortable silence. Conversations with Jake are limited to work-related topics, and every interaction is laced with a professional distance that feels foreign and awkward.

In the OR, you work side by side, your focus on the patient and the procedure. Jake’s skill and calm demeanor are still impressive, and you find yourself appreciating his expertise even more now. But the casual camaraderie you once enjoyed is gone, replaced by a formality that feels both stifling and isolating.

During breaks, you find yourself missing the easy conversations you used to have with him. You used to share small victories and frustrations, but now those moments are spent in solitude or with other colleagues who don’t quite fill the gap Jake left behind.

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you can’t help but feel the pangs of loneliness. Your personal life remains focused solely on work, and the connection you once had with Jake seems like a distant memory. You remind yourself why you made the decision, focusing on the demanding nature of your job and the need for balance.

Gradually, you begin to adjust, finding solace in the routine of your work and the support of your colleagues. The initial pain of Jake’s absence dulls over time, replaced by a newfound focus on your career and a deeper understanding of your own needs. Though the void remains, you learn to navigate your days with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication.

You’re passing through the hospital lobby, your mind preoccupied with patient charts, when you spot Jake standing near the information desk. He’s engaged in a conversation with Dr. Choi Miyeon, the oncology attending. Your steps slow involuntarily as you notice the easy laughter between them.

Jake’s smile is wide and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that once made your heart flutter. But today, the sight of that smile, directed at someone else, sends a pang of jealousy through you. Dr. Choi, with her poised demeanor and confident air, seems to be enjoying his attention, and the familiarity between them feels almost too intimate.

You try to focus on your task, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the two of them. Jake’s hand gestures animatedly as he talks, his face lighting up in a way that you haven’t seen directed at you in weeks. Dr. Choi’s laughter is soft and melodic, and she tilts her head slightly, clearly engaged in the conversation.

The sight of Jake looking so at ease with someone else brings an unexpected rush of emotion. You find yourself clenching your jaw, trying to ignore the gnawing sense of loss that accompanies the jealousy. It’s a reminder of the connection you once shared and the void left behind by your decision.

You force yourself to look away, turning back to your work with a renewed determination to focus on your patients. But the image of Jake’s smile and the easy rapport he shares with Dr. Choi lingers in your mind, leaving you with a mixture of regret and longing that’s hard to shake.

As you continue with your tasks, the memory of Jake’s interaction with Dr. Choi lingers, clouding your focus. Every time you glance up from your charts or interact with colleagues, your thoughts drift back to that moment in the lobby.

In the break room later that day, you catch sight of Jake entering, still visibly animated from his conversation with Dr. Choi. He looks up and sees you, his face lighting up with that same welcoming smile that used to be exclusively for you. The sight of it only intensifies the pang of jealousy you felt earlier.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake says, approaching you with his usual warmth.

“Hi, Jake,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. You make a deliberate effort to maintain your professional composure, avoiding any mention of the earlier encounter.

Jake seems to sense a change in your demeanor but doesn’t press. Instead, he casually starts discussing the upcoming surgery, his tone light and engaging. You nod along, responding with the necessary professionalism, but your mind is elsewhere. You keep picturing him with Dr. Choi, the way they interacted so naturally, and it’s hard to ignore the twinge of regret.

As you wrap up the conversation and head to your next task, you can’t help but feel a deepening sense of frustration. The realization that you still care about Jake more than you initially admitted weighs heavily on you. The professional distance you’ve maintained seems more like a barrier than a solution, and the void he left behind is harder to ignore than you thought.

Later that evening, as you drive home, you replay the scene in your mind, questioning your decision. You wonder if stepping back from Jake was truly the right choice, or if you were merely trying to shield yourself from the possibility of a meaningful connection. The jealousy you felt is a clear sign of unresolved feelings, and it becomes evident that the emotional aftermath of ending things is more complex than you anticipated.

By the time you reach your apartment, you’re left grappling with the realization that you might have made a mistake. The lingering image of Jake’s smile, coupled with the undeniable ache in your chest, leaves you pondering whether there’s a way to reconcile your fears with the genuine affection you still feel for him.

But it would be utterly selfish of you to go running back to him when he’s seemingly started to move on. This was all your doing after all. He had every right to find what you couldn’t give him in someone else.

The ache in your chest refuses to fade. The image of Jake smiling at Dr. Choi replays in your mind like a loop, and the jealousy you felt transforms into a deeper, more introspective turmoil. You sit in your apartment, the stillness of the room amplifying the thoughts racing through your head.

You replay the conversations and moments you shared with Jake, recalling the comfort and joy he brought into your life. The connection you had felt real and profound, and now that it’s gone, the void seems more pronounced than you expected. The professional distance you’ve maintained does little to mitigate the lingering emotional impact, and the space between you feels even more significant.

The next day, you find yourself in the hospital, struggling to maintain the professional facade you’ve carefully constructed. Every interaction with Jake, though polite and necessary, feels strained and awkward. You avoid his gaze when you can, focusing solely on your patients and tasks, but the undercurrent of unresolved feelings remains.

During a particularly intense surgery, Jake is once again by your side, and the familiarity of working with him brings back a rush of memories. His presence, though professional, is comforting, and you find yourself drawn to him despite your earlier resolve. As you work together seamlessly, the shared glances and brief touches become almost impossible to ignore, reigniting a flicker of the intimacy you once had.

After the surgery, you’re in the on-call room, trying to catch your breath and clear your mind. Jake enters, a small smile playing on his lips, and for a moment, the professional barrier you’ve erected feels flimsy. He approaches you, his tone soft but playful.

“Everything okay, Y/N? You seem a bit distracted today.”

You look up, meeting his gaze. His concern and warmth are genuine, and it only adds to the confusion you’re feeling. “Just a lot on my mind,” you admit, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing.”

Jake’s eyes linger on you, a hint of frustration and worry evident. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

His words cut through the walls you’ve built, and for a moment, you allow yourself to consider what you’ve been missing. The idea of opening up to Jake, of sharing your fears and feelings, feels both daunting and inviting.

As the day goes on, you grapple with the decision to reach out to him. The barriers you’ve erected are crumbling, and you realize that avoiding Jake might not be the solution you hoped for. Instead, you begin to consider whether there’s a way to address your fears and find a balance between your demanding career and a meaningful relationship.

The thought of reaching out to Jake, of possibly reconciling your emotions with the connection you still feel, starts to take shape. It’s a daunting step, but one that feels increasingly necessary as you navigate the complexities of your feelings and the emptiness left by his absence.

The days following your realization feel like a mix of regret and self-reproach. You can’t ignore the growing sense of remorse over ending things with Jake. The emptiness left by his absence is more acute than you anticipated, and the thought of missing out on something meaningful drives you to act.

One evening, determined to make things right, you head to Jake’s apartment, hoping to talk things through. Your heart races as you reach his door, and you take a deep breath before knocking.

After a moment, the door opens, and your heart sinks when you see Dr. Choi Miyeon standing there. Her presence immediately sends a wave of jealousy and discomfort through you.

“Doctor Y/L/N?” Miyeon says, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

You stand frozen for a moment, the sight of her at Jake’s door intensifying your doubts. “Doctor Choi,” you manage, trying to keep your voice steady.

Miyeon’s expression shifts to one of mild confusion. “Did you need something?”

The thought of Jake being with Miyeon, combined with the realization that you’re intruding on what feels like an intimate moment, makes your decision for you. The hurt and uncertainty you’ve been feeling come to a head, and you realize you’re not ready to face him under these circumstances.

“I uh actually I’ll come at a better time”. Without another word, you turn and walk away from the door, your heart heavy with a mix of regret and frustration. You can hear Miyeon’s voice calling after you, but you don’t stop. The realization that you’ve arrived at the wrong moment only deepens the sense of regret.

As you leave the building, the cool night air hits your face, offering a brief respite from the emotional storm you’re navigating. You’re left grappling with the decision to return, to try again, or to accept the possibility that you might have missed your chance. The weight of the encounter with Miyeon only adds to the complexity of your feelings, leaving you to ponder your next steps in the solitude of the evening.

The following days are a haze of frustration and introspection. Seeing Miyeon at Jake's apartment made you feel even more disconnected from him. At work, maintaining your professional facade becomes more difficult as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you.

One morning, you’re at your locker, preparing for your shift, when Olivia walks in, her usual cheerful demeanor tempered by concern. “Hey, Y/N, you okay? You seem a bit off lately.”

You force a smile, trying to mask your turmoil. “Just a lot on my mind, Olivia. Thanks for asking.”

She nods sympathetically. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here. We all have rough patches.”

You thank her and head to the OR, trying to push your thoughts aside. But every encounter with Jake is a reminder of what you’ve lost. You see him in the corridors, in meetings, and every interaction is laced with a painful awareness of the distance between you.

One afternoon, you’re in the middle of reviewing patient files when Jake approaches you. His expression is neutral, but there’s an underlying tension in his eyes. “Y/N, can we talk?”

You nod, setting your files aside. “Sure, what’s up?”

He leads you to a quieter corner of the hospital. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the other night. I saw you at my apartment, and then you just… left. What happened?”

You take a deep breath, the memory of that evening still fresh and painful. “I came to talk to you, to explain that I made a mistake in ending things. But when I saw Miyeon, I realized I couldn’t do it.”

Jake’s expression softens, a mix of understanding and frustration in his eyes. “Miyeon and I were just going over some research. There’s nothing between us, Y/N. But I get why you’d feel that way.”

The weight of your regret feels heavier now, knowing you misinterpreted the situation. “I’m sorry, Jake. I’ve been struggling with everything, and seeing you with her just… hurt. I felt like I’d already lost you.”

He steps closer, his voice gentle but firm. “You haven’t lost me, Y/N. I care about you. But we need to figure out what we’re doing here. This back and forth isn’t good for either of us.”

You nod, feeling the weight of your emotions. “I know. I’ve been scared, Jake. Scared that our jobs would make it impossible to have a real relationship. But I realize now that pushing you away was a mistake.”

Jake’s gaze softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. “We can make this work if we both want it, Y/N. But we have to be honest with each other, and we have to be willing to try.”

You squeeze his hand, a sense of relief washing over you. “I do want to try, Jake. I want us to work.”

He smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Then let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll figure this out together.”

As you stand there, hand in hand, you feel a renewed sense of hope. The road ahead won’t be easy, but the thought of facing it with Jake by your side makes it seem possible. For the first time in weeks, you feel like you’re on the right path, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.

The days following your night with Jake are a blend of professional decorum and personal confusion. You both agreed to take things one step at a time, but it's hard to ignore the magnetic pull between you. At work, Jake is as focused and brilliant as ever, but there’s an added layer of warmth in his interactions with you, a silent acknowledgment of what you share.

One afternoon, you find yourself in the break room, sipping coffee and going over department paperwork . Jake walks in, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, his tone casual but with an underlying hint of playfulness. "How’s your day going?"

You look up, trying to suppress a smile. "Busy as usual. Just finished a tricky valve replacement."

Jake nods, moving closer. "I heard. You did a great job."

You feel a flutter in your chest at his praise. "Thanks, Jake. How about you? Any groundbreaking surgeries today?"

He chuckles, leaning against the counter. "Just the usual brain stuff. Nothing too exciting." He pauses, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, dinner tonight? My place?"

You glance around to make sure no one is within earshot. "Are you asking me out, Dr. Sim?"

Jake’s grin widens. "Maybe I am, Dr. Y/L/N. What do you say?"

You pretend to ponder, then nod. "Alright. Dinner sounds good."

The evening arrives, and Jake picks you up from your house. He’s dressed casually but still looks incredibly handsome. The drive to his place is filled with light conversation and laughter, easing any lingering tension.

Once inside his apartment, you feel a sense of familiarity and comfort. Jake leads you to the living room, where he’s set up a cozy dinner with candles and soft music playing in the background.

"This looks amazing," you say, genuinely touched by the effort he’s put in.

Jake shrugs modestly. "I wanted to do something special."

The dinner is delicious, and the conversation flows effortlessly. You talk about your families, past relationships, and the challenges of balancing demanding careers with personal lives. As the night progresses, you feel the barriers between you dissolving.

After dinner, you move to the couch, a glass of wine in hand. The atmosphere is relaxed, and there’s a growing sense of intimacy.

"Tell me more about your family," Jake says, his voice soft and curious.

You take a sip of wine, thinking about your parents and your brother. "Well, my parents are both retired now. My mom was a nurse, and my dad was a teacher. My older brother is a lawyer. We’re close, even if we don’t see each other often."

Jake listens intently, nodding. "Sounds like a solid family. Mine’s a bit scattered. Parents divorced when I was young, so I spent a lot of time between Australia and the States. I have a younger sister who’s an artist. She’s currently exploring Europe."

The conversation continues, each revelation bringing you closer. You talk about your past relationships, the heartbreaks and lessons learned. There’s a vulnerability in the exchange, a mutual understanding of the complexities of your lives.

As the night deepens, you find yourself leaning closer to Jake, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Y/N," he says softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "I really care about you. I want this to work, despite the challenges."

You feel a rush of emotions, the sincerity in his words touching you deeply. "I care about you too, Jake. I want us to work."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. The kiss deepens, your bodies pressing closer together. The desire that has been simmering between you ignites, and you find yourself losing track of time as you explore the depths of your connection.

You found yourself crossing the room to stand in front of him, heart pounding in your chest. You'd reached out, hesitantly, and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. And when he'd looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, you knew that you couldn't resist any longer.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. He'd responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. And as you kissed, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes. "Jake," you whispered, voice husky with longing.

"Yeah, baby?" he'd replied, his voice low and rough.

And then you stripped, slowly and deliberately, letting him watch as you revealed her body to him. You’d seen the heat in his eyes as he'd taken in the sight of you, and you knew that you had him.

You moved closer, pressing your naked body against his clothed one. You reached down, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock, dropping to your knees, taking him into your mouth and sucking him deep.

He'd groaned, his hands tangling into your hair as you worked magic on him. “s-shit baby, taking me so good, that’s it” you sucked and licked and teased, driving him wild with pleasure. when you felt him on the brink, you pulled back, smiling up at him.

"Fuck me, Jake," you commanded, voice husky with desire.

He'd obeyed, lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide and burying his face between them. You cried out as he licked and sucked your clit, bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

And then he entered you, driving deep and hard. Your wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust as you made love. It had been passionate and intense, a connection that went beyond the physical and was different from the previous times you had indulged in each other’s bodies.

when you finally reached your peak, collapsing in a tangle of limbs, you knew that you made the right decision. You finally acted on your attraction, and in doing so, you found a deeper connection with Jake.

You both lie there, still engulfed in the bliss of this newfound feeling between the two of you. He can’t help what he says next, feeling as if keeping it in was impossible. “i love you Y/N”.

you snap your neck in his direction, maybe it’s the post orgasm haze but you search for reassurance anyways.

His big brown eyes confirming his words. “I love you too jake”.

The next morning, you wake up in Jake’s arms, the sunlight filtering through the curtains. He stirs beside you, his sleepy smile a welcome sight.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

"Good morning," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you.

As you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seems distant and unimportant. In this moment, you feel a sense of peace and certainty. Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know you can face them together.

At the hospital, the dynamic between you and Jake shifts subtly but unmistakably. The stolen glances, the brief touches, the shared smiles—all are infused with a new depth of intimacy. Your colleagues notice, but no one comments, respecting the unspoken bond you share.

In the weeks that follow, the relationship deepens. You navigate the challenges of your demanding careers, finding solace and strength in each other. The on-call rooms become your private sanctuaries, the moments of stolen kisses and whispered confessions a lifeline in the chaos of the hospital.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, you find Jake waiting for you in the parking lot. His presence, as always, is a balm to your weary soul.

"Hey, pretty" he says, pulling you into a hug. "How was your day?"

"Tough," you admit, resting your head against his chest. "But it's better now."

He kisses the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "Come on, let's go home."

As you drive back to his place, the city lights blurring into a comforting glow, you realize just how much Jake has come to mean to you. The fears and doubts that once plagued you have faded, replaced by a certainty that you can face anything as long as you're together.

Back at his apartment, you settle into a comfortable routine, cooking dinner together and sharing stories about your day. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and affectionate touches.

After dinner, you move to the couch, your bodies naturally gravitating towards each other. Jake pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on your hips as he looks into your eyes.

"Y/N," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I know we've had our challenges, but I want you to know that I'm all in. I want to be with you, no matter what."

Your heart swells with love and gratitude. "I feel the same way, Jake. I want us to be together, through everything."

He smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "Good. Because I can't imagine my life without you."

You lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms.

As the night wears on, you find yourself reflecting on the journey you've been on together. From the initial tension and uncertainty to the deep, abiding love you now share, it's been a rollercoaster of emotions. But through it all, you've found something rare and precious: a connection that transcends the challenges of your demanding careers, a love that grows stronger with each passing day.

and as you fall asleep in Jake's arms, you know that whatever the future holds, you'll face it together, hand in hand.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 [ series ]

president’s son!nicholas c. X junior advisor!black!fem!reader.

extras! :: one

|| fresh to the white house, as the newly appointed junior advisor, you are intent on stepping out of your mother’s shadow and making a name for yourself in a world where every move counts. when you capture the attention of nicholas a. chavez, president harrison g. chavez’ son, the chemistry is undeniable — and though you are determined to maintain your professional integrity, reputation, and legacy . .. . nicholas’ persistence challenges your resolve . .. .

|| this series is heavily inspired by :: scandal! designated survivor! how to get away with murder! madam secretary! the night agent!

|| triggering topics this series will heavily contain :: large dollops of political, economic, and scientific discussion! major and minor character torture and death! detailed / graphic descriptions of violence, possible corporate espionage, multiple types of warfare, terrorism and its aftermath! political intrigue and corruption; political manoeuvring, manipulation and conspiracy! mental health struggles; stress, anxiety, depression, drinking and smoking! kidnapping and hostage situations! domestic issues; personal and family conflicts, parental expectations, and including themes of infidelity and divorce! ethical dilemmas; key figures facing difficult moral choices that may involve life-and-death decisions, personal sacrifice! social, gender, and racial inequality; particularly in a white male-dominated political environment.

|| this book will also contain :: diverse characters and background stories! major and minor side plots! people-of-colour, queer-coded, disabled and religious representation!

|| story genres present :: sooo much drama! political and psychological thriller! suspense and mystery! romantic drama! slow romance! crime and action! political satire!

|| this series is fictional! :: none of the following plot-lines ( unfortunate tragedies and happenings ) reflect or follow any specific person/s or event/s! these characters and people associated with them exist wholly within my imagination! nicholas chavez’ character and personality traits are not to be taken seriously and are not actually affiliated with him!

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Kk so it 2 in the morning and I’m horny so fem reader x tom Holland or Nathan Drake which ever you prefer where tom/ Nathan is always cocky in public and reader is shy and quiet but In bed the opposite and reader is like really dominant and stuff and Tom/Nathan is kinda like babyish idk only if your ok with it tho tyyyyy

talkative

warnings: smut; (unprotected sex, cockwarming, dirty talk), fluff, and language

note: i wrote this very fast because i feel bad for procrastinating my other writings :) also, i’m not a huge fan of sub!male but i tried it anyway (probably won’t do again)

(slight) sub!ceo!tom x (slight) dom!reader

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“we made it official in january,” tom chats with his co-worker, harrison, and his wife that are seated across the table from you. tom squeezes your hand on the white-cloth table. tonight was a simple dinner with tom’s best employee who has been working with him for years. they grew to be great friends over time.

“you always did know how to close a deal,” both men share a hearty laugh while you smile softly at tom. he returns a smile graciously, making your chest bubble with love.

even months after the wedding, that honeymoon feeling never faded away. every day with tom was like a dream. you couldn’t have asked for anyone or anything else.

“well, you two make just the loveliest pair,” harrison’s wife compliments with a fond expression. yours and tom’s smiles deepen with love and warmth as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“we do, don’t we, darling?” tom puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a forehead kiss. a heated rush runs through your head at the action. you were never good at pda; it always made you flushed and you couldn’t hide how it affected you.

you talked little throughout the rest of the dinner. sure, if someone asked you a question or two you’d answer, but you were never the most talkative. you grew up a listener, curious to hear what others had to say. however, when it was just you and tom, you were more open and detailed when you spoke.

especially when it came to the bedroom. you didn’t know you were that talkative until you met tom. well, until you had sex with tom.

it was freeing and comforting to know that there was always someone who was just as curious as you. so, out of curiosity, you married him.

even with separate chairs, you leaned close into tom’s side as the night continued. your hands intertwined under the table, resting on your smooth legs. tom would rub reassuring circles over your knuckles and occasionally kiss your temple to remind you that he was right there. his little actions of care was something that you not only craved but grew to need.

a familiar, fuzzy feeling burned in your lower stomach that you had to endure until you went home.

when the dinner ended, you all said your polite goodbyes and shared charming smiles. tom and you walked toward the car and headed home.

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as tom and you got ready for bed, your need for him was growing uncomfortable.

“tom.”

“yes, baby?”

“i need you.”

with the simplest words, you were crawling over tom’s lap in an instant. your silk nightgown rose to your hips as your legs spread over his hard bulge underneath his boxers.

“you’re already hard?” your hands rested on his muscular shoulders as you rolled your hips in a circular motion. tom groaned and put his hands on your hips to guide you. “poor tommy.”

“‘course i am. looked fucking gorgeous in that dress tonight,” he huffed out as your movements got faster. “fuck. need to be inside you.”

“why should i let you?” you teasingly questioned as you pulled down the delicate straps of your gown, revealing your pebbled nipples. licking your lips, you stopped rolling your hips until tom gave you an answer. he puffed out, irritated at how much control you have over him.

“i waited all night. talked to harry and madeline the whole time so i wouldn’t be too tempted to take you in the bathroom stall,” tom negotiated breathlessly.

“hmm. i guess that’s valid enough,” you shifted your panties to the side while tom hastingly slid down his boxers. his eagerness to be with you always caused a smug smile on your face. you were just as eager, but way better at hiding it clearly.

you rubbed your arousal against his cock, edging you both. without wasting any more time, you lifted your body up and angled his cock deep inside of you. you both hiss at the feeling as if you’ve never been together. but your bodies knew each other more than anyone else you knew.

his smooth, rough hands caress your sides as you pick up your pace. your breasts bounce as both of your moans collide in the heated air. your hands crawl around his neck and dig into his scalp. your cunt squeezes his cock causing him to whimper with a rough bite of his lips.

“k-kiss me,” tom moans with his head moving loosely.

“what, no ‘please’?”

“baby, please fucking kiss me,” his fingers twist your nipples, nearly stealing all your words from you. you bite your lip at the pinch of pain, leaning into his touch.

“that’s more like it.”

your lips crash together in a burning kiss. the fire between you two never seemed to dwindle, and you both melted together as if you were one. your hips never ruined their accelerated pace, even when tom began to thrust up into you.

the additional movement had you both moaning and groaning desperately against each other’s mouths. too immersed in tom’s lips, you were blind to notice tom slipping his hand between you both. he slyly rubs your throbbing clit, getting you closer to your orgasm.

sweat dampened at your foreheads while your legs burned from the vertical repetition. you felt tom’s cock twitch inside of you, alerting you that he was very close.

“come inside of me. i need your cum in me, tommy,” you encouragingly demanded in shaky breaths. obeying, tom releases inside of you, coating your walls.

“come with me, darling,” tom directed. you clutch around his length, squeezing everything out of him. the sensation of his fingers and his orgasm have you coming right soon after. he guides your hips as you ride out your blissful highs together.

all that can be heard are your panting breaths and your racing hearts as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. tom caresses and rubs your back, cock still sitting warm inside of you. neither of you make any movements, too afraid to ruin the euphoric experience. you both close your eyes, but know better than to fall asleep like this. you both know you’d feel sore and achy if you didn’t lay down on the bed.

but you wanted his cock to stay warm and tucked into you forever.

“c’mon, darling, let’s go to sleep,” tom insists, slowly lifting you up.

“but i want you in me,” you whine, not caring how dramatic you may sound. tom reassures you that he’ll slide back inside of you once you’re lying down.

tom’s body disconnects from yours and you feel a wrath of coldness flood your body. you remove your panties completely and discard them somewhere across your bedroom floor.

once you’re laying down comfortably, tom fulfills his promise and gently slides back into you. you hum at the satisfying thickness and fullness that fills you. you can’t help but rub your ass into him, causing him to hiss from behind you.

“goodnight, you minx,” tom tucks your hair to the side and kisses your cheek lovingly.

“goodnight,” you smile, all warm and cozy.

it’s easy to fall asleep when you’re entwined with the love of your life.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing: EoWells x Reader Warnings: Smut, slightly dominating behavior

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺.

Masterlist

The hum of machinery and the low whirr of computers filled the air in STAR Labs, a place you never thought you’d find yourself. The sterile white walls and cool steel of the futuristic building were oddly familiar, but it wasn’t the lab itself that kept your mind occupied. No, it was the man beside you. Or, more precisely, the man who wore someone else's face.

Eobard Thawne. The man who had, in a twisted stroke of fate, claimed Harrison Wells’s identity. To the world, he was a brilliant scientist, a mentor, and a valued member of Team Flash. But to you, he was much more. He was the love of your life.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You and Eobard weren’t supposed to be stuck in this time, this period of history so different from your own. After all, you came from the future, hundreds of years ahead of this moment, an era where things had already spiraled out of control. Where your names were whispered with fear, where your plans had once nearly succeeded. Where you had once been the true power behind the man who had been called Reverse-Flash.

And you were no stranger to the darkness that came with your past. Both of you had been villains. Together, you had waged a war against the Flash, your sworn enemy. You had been partners in crime, partners in everything.

But fate had other plans. Eobard’s obsession with Barry Allen led you both to travel back to the past, to Barry’s childhood, where you thought you could erase him before he ever became the hero you both despised. But Barry was a survivor. And despite your best efforts, your plan had failed.

You had ended up stuck in the year 2000, lost and stranded, your connection to the future severed. It wasn’t the end of your journey, though. Not by a long shot. You quickly realized you would have to adapt, make a new plan—because there was one thing you both had in common: you would do anything to return to your time.

The answer was simple, yet dark. Barry Allen, the Flash, the very person who had stopped you, was the key. But instead of erasing him, you decided to help him become the man who would one day become your nemesis—the hero you both despised. You would create the Flash, in your own twisted way.

Now, here you were, years later, standing in STAR Labs, working under the guise of a simple assistant to Harrison Wells, a man you never truly met but whose face was now worn by the love of your life. You had agreed to keep your relationship secret—at least, in this time. If anyone ever discovered the truth of your connection, everything would fall apart. You knew it. Eobard knew it.

Pretending—playing the part of a loyal assistant, the quiet ally in STAR Labs—was becoming harder by the day. Especially when Eobard’s jealousy began to show itself in ways that were hard to ignore.

Despite knowing, deep down, that you would eventually betray everyone, your bond with the Flash team—your enemies—was growing more complicated. There was something almost intoxicating about it. The camaraderie. The shared moments of success. Even the small victories felt sweeter, despite your hidden agenda.

Cisco was a big part of that. You had never intended for it to happen, but somehow, over the months, you’d become... friends. It started as simple conversations, you offering your insight into a problem, him cracking jokes, and gradually, that harmless banter had turned into playful flirting.

It was innocent, you told yourself. It was a game.

But Eobard didn’t see it that way.

He watched you with eyes sharp as knives, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. You knew it drove him mad. The way you laughed a little too easily at Cisco’s jokes. The way you lingered just a second too long when your hands brushed, or how your smiles were always just a little too bright when Cisco was around.

It was all for show. For fun. To see just how far you could push Eobard before his obsession with control unraveled.

And today? Today was no different.

You had made a point to be close to Cisco, leaning in as he explained some new tech breakthrough, your fingers brushing his as you passed a piece of equipment. He grinned, his usual mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You could feel the tension building in the air, but you had to let it play out.

Eobard was sitting across the room, his expression carefully neutral, but you could see the slight clench of his jaw, the rigidity in his posture. The way his fingers twitched, itching to take control of the situation.

Perfect.

You turned your attention back to Cisco, letting the flirtation flow more freely. “I have to admit,” you teased, your voice low and playful. “You’ve got quite the knack for this tech stuff. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make me fall for you.”

Cisco’s laugh rang out, light and carefree, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Trying to get you to join Team Cisco?” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

You smiled, but there was a part of you that was watching Eobard closely. His eyes were fixed on you and Cisco now, his lips barely concealing the anger brewing beneath the surface. You could almost feel the storm inside him. He was losing his patience.

But that was the fun of it.

“Maybe you should,” you teased, keeping your gaze locked on Cisco. “I’m sure it would be... interesting to work alongside someone who knows how to keep a girl entertained.”

The flirtation was light, but Eobard’s eyes were turning darker by the second. He was growing agitated, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his wheelchair, his entire body leaning forward, as if trying to restrain himself from saying or doing something rash.

When everyone else finally filed out—Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry—your eyes never left Eobard. You could feel the tension building between you, like a thick, invisible wire being pulled tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

And then, in a flash of yellow lightning, the world around you blurred.

One second you were standing in the Cortex, pretending to be absorbed in a trivial task, the next you were pressed against the cold stone wall of Eobard’s time chamber, the air charged with the weight of his presence.

The speed of his movement didn’t even register at first. You didn’t have time to react before he slammed you against the wall, his hands grabbing your wrists with brutal precision. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you leaned into the feeling, the rush of power he exuded, the sharpness of his gaze as he held you captive in this moment.

Eobard’s proximity was overwhelming. His body was a mere inch away from yours, and his breath was uneven, the heat from his anger brushing against your skin. His eyes glowed with that familiar fire—the same obsession, the same desire to control everything in his orbit. You knew you had pushed him past his limit, and you were relishing every second of it.

"What's the problem, my love?" you asked innocently, your voice sweet and teasing, though the words were laced with a hidden challenge.

Eobard’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "What are you playing at, Y/N?" he growled, his grip tightening around your wrists, his anger now fully unrestrained.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "What? Are you jealous?" you taunted, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

"I’m not jealous," Eobard hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine."

The words hung in the air, thick with intent. He wasn’t just angry; he was possessive. And that possessiveness made your pulse race, your heart hammering in your chest. There was something intoxicating about the way he viewed you—how he couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else, even if that “anyone else” was just a harmless flirtation with Cisco.

But the truth was, you did enjoy pushing him, seeing that primal, almost animalistic response from him. It was one thing to control the situation with words, but when you had him here, in this moment, this space, it was all too tempting to keep testing him.

“Prove it,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing his, just enough to send a jolt of electricity between you. The challenge was unmistakable, and you could feel the way his body tensed, a barely contained fury and desire mixed into one intoxicating force.

A low growl erupted from his chest before he closed the distance between you in an instant, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was savage, hungry—his mouth urgent and demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to claim you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth graze your bottom lip, the fire inside you spreading from your stomach to your core. 

The heat of his kiss grew, a clash of tongues, a mixture of desperate need and pure raw hunger. You could feel his frustration and yearning with every sweep of his lips, the bruising pressure of his hands gripping your wrists even tighter as he pinned you to the wall. But it didn’t stop you from pressing into him, from responding with an equal hunger, matching his intensity.

You wanted more. Needed more. You moved against him, your body shifting and grinding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, your hips teasingly rolling, feeling the hard length of him against your stomach.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and you could feel his restraint breaking, the sharp, primal edge to his movements now fully unleashed. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you didn’t care. In fact, you relished it. There was something about the way he held you, as though you were the only thing in the world worth claiming, worth owning. It made your heart race, your breath hitching in your chest.

You ground against him again, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and you couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. The power you had over him was undeniable, and you were going to push it as far as you could.

Eobard finally let go of one of your wrists, but it wasn’t to give you freedom. Instead, his hand slid down your body, settling on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you even harder against the wall. The sudden pressure against you stopped your movements, but it only seemed to make you crave him more.

"You’re a little pest, you know that?" His voice was thick with frustration, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something darker, more possessive. The words left his mouth in a growl, but there was a strange, almost affectionate quality to them. He was angry, but he wanted you. That much was undeniable.

"You love it," you murmured, your breath shallow, already out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, from the fire building in your body. You didn’t need to look at him to know the effect those words would have. You could feel the way his body stiffened, the pulse of energy between you both, the primal hunger in his every movement.

He didn’t answer, but his grip on your hip tightened as his other hand released your other wrist. You didn’t have time to process the change before you felt his fingers trailing up your skirt, slowly, purposefully, as if savoring every moment of your vulnerability. You gasped when his hand found its destination, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties, teasing you with a gentle pressure.

You let out a shaky breath as he slid his fingers against the fabric, the slow, teasing touch pushing your body to its limit. There was a brief moment of relief, the sensation of his hand pressing against the sensitive heat between your legs sending an almost overwhelming jolt of pleasure through your system.

Eobard’s lips never left yours. They were urgent, desperate, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His kiss was a fusion of hunger and control, pulling you deeper into the moment. But his mouth didn’t stay on your lips for long. It was as if he couldn’t resist tracing every inch of your skin, moving down your jawline, along your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in his wake.

You arched your neck, the sensation of his lips on your skin driving you wild. "I don’t ever want to see you flirt with another man again," he growled against your ear, his breath warm and ragged. The words came out rough, possessive, like a threat. But there was an undeniable weight to them, a command that sent a thrill through your veins.

You were already lost in him, your body moving against him with a mind of its own, riding the waves of pleasure as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movements over your clit. The lace of your panties was no obstacle to him; his fingers worked their way over the fabric with precision, tracing every sensitive curve, building you up slowly, steadily, until you were writhing under his touch. Your moans came louder now, one after another, the sound of your pleasure mingling with the soft rasp of his breath against your skin.

"You’re mine," he muttered, his voice thick with intent. The words felt like a brand against your skin, marking you in ways that left no room for doubt. His thumb pressed down harder, faster now, applying just the right amount of pressure as his movements quickened. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension tightening inside you as the pleasure became nearly unbearable.

“Understand?” he demanded, his voice dark, commanding, a stark contrast to the desperate need you could hear in it.

“Yes!” you moaned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure rippled through your body. The sensation was so overwhelming, so electric, that you were certain you were on the brink of unraveling. Every movement of his fingers against you was a perfect stroke, pushing you closer to the edge, the heat within you tightening with each passing second.

But just as you were about to reach your peak, he withdrew his fingers with a sudden, almost cruel speed. A frustrated groan tore from your lips, your body jerking in desperate need, but the sound was quickly silenced by the intensity of Eobard’s next move. His hands were on you in the blink of an eye, his speed rendering everything else irrelevant. In one fluid motion, he tore off your panties, lifting your skirt with ease, exposing you completely to him.

Before you could fully process the rush of sensations, Eobard was already unzipping his pants with a ferocity that matched the hunger in his gaze. He pulled his underwear down swiftly, revealing himself to you. The sight made your mouth go dry. You could feel the heat in your core intensify, and despite the overwhelming desire to touch him, your body was frozen in anticipation. His power, his control—it was intoxicating.

Then, without warning, Eobard lifted you off the floor with the same effortless ease he had displayed all along. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his as he carried you, holding you in place with his strength. You felt the heat of his skin against yours, the tension between your bodies growing with each passing second.

You reached up, your hands framing his face, pulling him closer as your lips found his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Your heart raced as you gazed into his eyes, the emotion in them almost too much to bear. “I only love you,” you whispered softly, your voice hushed, as if the words were something fragile and sacred. “You know that, don’t you?”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, it was as if time stopped. You saw something flicker in Eobard’s eyes—a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained. The intensity of your confession, the weight of your love, seemed to take him off guard, his usual confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe this was real—that you, in all your complexity and fire, truly felt for him the same way he felt for you.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was no longer tender, but urgent, as if he needed to consume you completely. His pelvis ground against yours, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your core. Your body responded instantly, the desire that had been building between you both finally reaching its peak.

Without warning, Eobard positioned himself at your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hips, he entered you. The sensation was dizzying—hot, intimate, and overwhelming. You gasped, your body tensing for a moment before relaxing into him, feeling the weight of him fill you completely.

His movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, stretching you, filling you in a way that had you seeing stars. You locked your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rapid beat of your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place, making sure you didn’t escape the intensity of what was happening between you.

His lips never left yours, and you could feel the power of his kiss as it deepened, turning feverish. His tongue tangled with yours, his need for you palpable in every movement. You could feel the overwhelming desire radiating off him, each stroke of his hips an assertion of control, but also a plea—a desperate, primal cry to have you, to keep you, to make you his in every possible way.

And you, lost in him, lost in the moment, responded in kind. Every inch of your body was attuned to him—his touch, his movements, his breath. It was all-consuming, and you reveled in it, feeling every push, every pull, every intimate connection as if it was your first.

“Do you feel that?” Eobard growled between kisses, his voice thick with passion. “You’re mine. Completely. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

His words shot through you like electricity, igniting something deeper, something that made your pulse race even faster. You moaned in response, your hips grinding against his as you sought more, needing to feel everything he was giving you. The pleasure was a wave that kept building, rising higher, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement.

He thrust into you harder now, faster, each stroke sending you deeper into a blissful, heated haze. His pace quickened as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure inside you almost unbearable. Every sound you made seemed to push him on, urging him to give you more, to take you higher. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry, and he responded with a growl, his hand gripping the back of your head as he kissed you fiercely.

With a final, desperate thrust, you reached the edge, your body shuddering as you finally gave in to the rush of pleasure. Your orgasm rocked through you, leaving you trembling in his arms, your body still wracked with the aftershocks of the intense release. Eobard followed close behind, his movements becoming erratic as he found his own release inside you, his body pulsing with pleasure.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both gasping for breath, the world spinning as you held each other, completely connected in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. His hand caressed your cheek gently, his forehead resting against yours, and you could feel the weight of his words, the truth of what he had just claimed.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, his voice hoarse but filled with a possessive love that made your heart swell.

You smiled, your body still wrapped around his, as you kissed him tenderly. “Yours,” you whispered back.

[nixhtlite]

Dominic Harrison (YUNGBLUD) x gn! Reader

buzzin' all night long

cw- alcohol consumption, slight nsfw scene

Dominic offered you to join him at a party with a few of his other friends and some family, after working so hard of some recent projects it’s always nice to wind down with some time spent with close ones. You saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces there, some friends he has yet to introduce you to, and some others like Adam(Guitarist) , Tom (Photographer) even Gavin (Manager). who you enjoyed talking to whenever you can.

You guys were sitting around a rather big booth, glasses practically ready to fall over. Dominic was practically off the walls as he was running around, his hands on all of you guys, yelling how happy he was. He was always quite the sight to see despite the alcohol making your vision blurry.

It took a minute before you got dom to come and sit with you even for just a bit, although if he didn’t get the chance to hop around he’s going to at least be all cuddly with you as he sits. “Oi yer practically gonna suffocate em Dom!” Adam spoke as his Scottish accent flowed rather smoothly out with his words.

“Nah nah i’m- i’m okay hh-dam” you said oblivious to the fact you butchered Adam’s name but that’s besides the point. You held Dominic close to you as he was pecking kissing all over you. “Seeeee they like it!” He said getting up close to Adam as if he was trying to prove a point. Tom of course was taking pictures of the scenes that played out to not only remember the moment but also to post on dominic’s Instagram and Twitter.

“You guys are pogy as hell, slow down on the drinks will ya?!” Tom teased aloud before dominic quickly retaliated “you slow down on the drinks Tom! We’re doin just fine ova here ain’t we y/n?” You shot a thumbs up as you ironically guzzled down a swig of your drink which only made Tom let out a sigh. Adam no matter how good he hides it, he’s practically fuckfaced. Gavin and Tom were probably the only slightly sane ones there, sure they had a bit to drink but no where near the amount compared to the three of you.

A bit of time passed before Gavin had to drag each of you out which Tom of course totally captured on camera. The drive back to the house you all stayed at was…something. Tom swore he saw you and Dom almost getting frisky in the backseat before calling you two out, Adam of course had to yell out “Eww! Get a room you two!“ as he purposefully bumped himself into Dom who of course ran into you, he tried to play off the face his face was practically smooshed into yours as an opportunity to turn it into a kiss.

As painful as it was to watch him try to play it off, you’re too drunk to call him out on how weird he looked trying to do such a thing, but you of course reciprocate the kiss. Though this didn’t stop Dom from immediately turning around and calling Adam a wanker for pushing him.

The drive eventually came to an end, though despite Gavin’s best efforts to drag you two out, you both practically shoo’d him away as you two stayed in the back of the car which…led to very intimate action between the two of you let’s say that. He always has such a warm touch and you can’t quite distinguish what is being felt from how buzzed you are.

His hands all up in your hair, your hands over his body as you take off his shirt as he begins to do the same with you. Tom and Gavin had Adam to deal with inside and are totally not using it as an excuse so they don’t have to walk out to see you two going at it. Though the most they saw was the very convenient movement of the car going back and forth. Gavin proceeded to scold you two the next day as he also had to go through the very painful and unfortunate process of disinfecting the backseats. He was not a happy lad for a good while until he finally let it go, though as Dominic’s manager he had that Stern upset tone for a bit which made you think he was *really* upset but it didn’t take much for him to forgive you two, just maybe less drinks next time.

[delopsia]

tell us about your new rare pair pls 👁️👁️ also how are you??? I’ve been away a lot lately (life ya know 🙄) but things are finally getting less busy!

I'm glad things are calming down for you! ^w^ I was heavily debating on whether or not I'd share them because I don't have any plans to write a proper fic for it, but 👁️👁️you have me convinced to share.

It's Miles x Reader x Harrison 💐

They've been in my head for days now 💕 it doesn't make any sense at first glance, but they balance each other out in a weird sort of way. The introvert and the extrovert, Harrison brings Miles out of his shell, but he isn't pushy about it.

Your first meeting is...less than graceful. The booking system failed at the hotel you were staying at, and double booked several rooms, including your room. By the time you'd stumbled through the front doors, half awake and achy from sitting still for so long, every single room in the hotel was occupied.

"That's okay, I'll..." Your eyes dart to the corner of the room, away from the doe-eyed man behind the counter. "I'll find another place to stay."

"Good luck with that," the unnamed man sitting in a lounge chair waves his phone in the air, "the whole city is booked. Something 'bout a football game."

You sit on a white couch for over an hour, scrolling through sold-out hotels, before the receptionist finds it in him to speak up, meekly offering a temporary solution.

It takes even longer for you to learn that his name is Miles.

There was a room in the back corner of the building that was closed due to a non-functional air conditioning unit and a shredded carpet, courtesy of a guest Miles didn't seem too eager to talk about. What he did explain was how he had been living out of the room for a few weeks now and that he'd be more than content to share it until more rooms opened up.

Not ideal, but there were two beds, Harrison seemed harmless enough, and Miles was small enough to fit onto the frail couch. Between this and sleeping in the back of a tiny rental car, you didn't have much of a choice.

Nobody really spoke until after Harrison rounded the corner and accidentally nailed Miles with a surfboard, hadn't seen him standing there until it was too late. Something about the rush to make sure he was okay got you three to start talking. Migrating from if Miles felt okay, to where the surfboard came from, to everything under the sun.

You got your rooms two nights later, but it hardly mattered. You were in Harrison's room; he and Miles were in yours. There was always something to talk about, and right when you thought it got too quiet, someone's mouth would open with another thing.

Your schedules were booked, but you had a cancellation on the same day that Miles had the day off, and Harrison was just so good at convincing you two to visit the beach with him.

Nobody could stray too far from shore because Miles couldn't swim to save his life, but it was a fun way to spend the afternoon. Harrison and his gently worded guidance, sitting you two up on the boards and doing exactly what he promised to. Miles found a way to make up for his shortcomings by challenging you two to finding the biggest seashell, and right when you thought the fun was over, Miles had another idea.

Harrison's hair was still damp when he hit the ice that first time, falling on his ass and nearly taking Miles with him in the process. But where Harrison dominates in the water, Miles does on ice. You'd thought he was joking when he said he played hockey in high school, but there's an underlying competitiveness glinting in his eyes that suggests he was entirely serious.

Even when your trips come to an end, and you're forced to go on your separate ways, it's hard to lose contact with them. They both live a few hours away from you, even further from each other, but it makes you and your home a nice middle ground. The place where they come to spend the occasional weekend with you, where almost all of your early memories together are located.

Miles is, strangely, the one who pushes the relationship from just friends to something exclusive, very nearly combusting from the effort to keep his feelings to himself. He's bold in the most unlikely of spaces, and Harrison does nothing but intensify that.

It's what you've taken to calling the Harrison effect. He just kind of...does that, whether it be intentionally or unintentionally, nudging you out of your shells in a gentle sort of fashion. Never pushy or demanding. Doesn't fault you if you choose to remain closed up.

He's so sweet with you two. Speaks for Miles when he's too shy to do it himself, takes over when you and Miles start bickering about who has to talk to the delivery guy. He teaches you how to rely on someone, teaches Miles to swim, and makes the best damn mixtapes for every little occasion. Birthdays, date nights, anniversaries, milestones, just because.

Miles is something a little more subtle. He's not good with his words, but he's fiercely protective in a way that makes Harrison look like a big teddy bear. He can make a day of cleaning feel like a date night. Always seems to find a way to make you enjoy yourself, even if that's when you're stuck in rush-hour traffic on your way to Harrisons. And if that doesn't work, there are very few things that kisses and snuggles can't soothe or fix altogether.

They're such an odd little pairing, two pieces of the puzzle who, when paired with you, fit together without flaw. Or maybe that's just me 🤷‍♀️

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! which as I chant out loud sounds like I'm saying "ass game" ... same difference honestly sksksksk

Hiii for the violence ask game (love being a hater) I wanted to know 1, 2, 3 and 23 for whatever fandoms you feel the most passionate about

I wouldn't say that I love being a hater, but I do love being right lmao

also I am feeling spicy so these are gonna be for different fandoms

1 - the character everyone gets wrong

JASON. MOTHER FUCKING. TODD

especially the fandom interpretation Titans version, but like damn

(even other canons get him wrong, and Titans did him so right and people refuse to acknowledge it)

(I could also say Lori Grimes, and Andrea Harrison, and Dick Grayson, and Michonne Hawthorne, and even Gar Logan tbh but this is the rant I am picking)

white cis fanboys just see him as the violent revenge perpetrator - distilled rage, 'the bad sibling', the criminal, the cool one, the gunslinger. fucking whatever

but I am not even so big on a lot of women's interpretation of comics Jason - as some big soft cuddle bug who just needs to be treated softly and cuddled uwu, someone who rip out the throat of anyone who looks at you the wrong way and basically acts like a big bad doberman guard dog in your life (someone possessive and angry and jealous in a love life). again - no

Jason is one of the most emotionally complex characters and the only people who truly understand him are me and Curran Walters.

Jason is a wreck. he was set up to fail - his backstory of poverty and sadness isn't just about giving him some revenge to seek or making him a more conventional criminal, it's his emotional core. everything that has ever happened to him in his life makes him who he is, and so many people don't understand those layers. (so many people don't even acknowledge the differences between him and Dick before Jason became Red Hood). Jason is depressed, he's insecure, he thinks that he's nothing but a problem in other people's lives.

he uses violence as a tool because it's all he's ever known. in a relationship, he would be difficult to connect with because no one has ever truly tried before. he wouldn't be instantly loving - he would be guarded as hell.

I could go on a long time, but anyway - Titans Jason is largely a thing that the show got right and so many people refuse to acknowledge it because they just want to mock Curran's looks and it makes me want to bash my head into things

2 - a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

I have to do it to em - Spencer Reid would never be a fucking dom. NEVER

(also I know that bottom and top aren't synonyms for dom and sub but I think this ask game was created with mostly mlm ships in mind, so I am talking about this in a dom/sub context because I mostly write and consume x reader fics with bdsm dynamics)

Spencer is a sub. anybody who says that he is a dom, even a 'soft dom' is fucking lying to themselves because they have a particular fantasy that they want him to fit into. even later seasons Spencer would never be a dom

just because someone has rage and acts intimidating towards someone they consider an enemy doesn't mean they would ever feel the confidence to actually be dominant and in charge in bed. that man is walked like a dog constantly by other people in his life, and the only time he 'takes control' of a 'romantic' interaction is when he is with Cat - someone he also considers to be an enemy, an unsub that he can psychologically control. see the pattern?

3 - screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I have discussed this before, and I wish I had a screenshot because without proof it almost doesn't seem real

someone saying that Spencer loves Henry more than JJ does - in a massive post where they listed all the reasons that JJ 'ruined' Spencer's life (which just gobsmacked me)

that post was a huge inspiration for the JJ/Spencer friendship scenes in [REDACTED]

I just cannot believe that the fandom is so fucking detached and unrealistic about JJ

23 - ship you've unwillingly come around to

...Richonne

this is in large part from what I have seen about The Ones Who Live spin-off, and I recently realized that the title of the spin-off comes from a scene where Michonne punches Rick in the head in order to literally knock some sense into him, so I fucking love that (and it seems like that's what the whole show is - her literally forcing sense into him after he's become detached from reality due to being held hostage by whatever the fuck that group's name is)

and I think The Thrifty Typewriter really put their relationship into terms that I was struggling with. so many Walking Dead ladies were relegated to nothing but being 'the love interest' once they became a love interest to someone. and if they were struggling with what to do with a female character, they turned her into a love interest for someone

Andrea being paired with a Governor, Rosita not getting more interesting storylines until after she parted from Abraham, Sasha being with Bob and then Abraham and then dying (although I think Sasha has a lot of interesting emotional beats, I see the point in saying that), Jessie (who could have had so much potential outside of just being a love interest for Rick, especially when they clearly had Richonne in mind), Lori's entire existence, etc.

So my huge problem with Richonne is that Michonne was so interesting before she got with Rick. And after she got with Rick, she lost all of her interesting traits, and she was stripped down to 'Lori 2.0'. Pregnant housewife character who stays at home and almost never fights. Rick was spotlighted and she was almost never around until Rick drowned. And I think I loved The Ones Who Live because it gave her back a lot of her fire and her autonomy as well as adding more to the romance, so it was the best of both worlds. (And it really made me come around to the pairing.)

And another huge problem I had with Richonne is the same problem I have with Dickkory - people who ship them act like the entire show was created to drive the ship. And the shippers get really annoying because they act like all the other interesting characters and plot lines do not exist. They act like the producers and writers made the show as a vessel to carry the single ship when that is clearly not the case.

For Dickkory, people boil Dick and Rachel's entire relationship down to 'omg, she is Dickkory's child' - which is very annoying. And for Richhone, people act like Andrea just does not exist, when she pulled Michonne out of a very dark place - Rick did not do that. Michonne said so herself. Andrea is a very important character in Michonne's story.

Anyway - I do like Richonne a lot now. More than I ever expected I would

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Why Wait?

Fandom: British Musician, British RPF, RPF, YUNGBLUD

Pairing: Dominic Harrison x Female Reader, YUNGBLUD x Female Reader

Characters: Dominic Harrison, Female Reader, YUNGBLUD

Word Count: 1689 // Rating: Explicit

Summary:  What do you say girl, we do something crazy

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Smut, YUNGBLUD, Tour, Touring, Las Vegas Shows, Las Vegas, P in V Sex, Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Fingering, Teasing, Needy Dom, Marriage, Proposals, Engagement, Engagement Rings, Reader’s Engagement Ring Looks Like This, Handjobs, Semi Public Sex, Sorta, Orgasms, Why Wait // Rascal Flatts

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Fuckin class man,’ I heard Dom laugh a little way down the corridor as chatter ensued close by. I was sitting in the dressing room scrolling through my phone but I looked up when I heard his voice. He had just come off stage from his second show of the night and considering I had already seen the first [and all the others he’d done on this tour] I had opted to hang back to get ready since he had told me in no uncertain terms that we were definitely going out properly tonight. For the most part of our time in Vegas we’d stuck to our hotel and the casino that adjoined it. He was always busy so he didn’t have time to breathe let alone let loose on the strip, but tonight was our time to do that. Which is why I had opted to stay in his dressing room and get myself looking presentable. I’d never let him know that he’d been right and it had taken all of twenty minutes before I was ready and bored waiting for him.

As I placed my phone down the door opened and I spotted him lingering by it as he spoke to people I couldn’t see.

‘Yeah mate,’ he chuckled, ‘ten minutes yeah and I’ll be back out.’ ‘Meet in the bar?’ I heard someone say. ‘Yeah man,’ he smiled before he turned inside the room and caught sight of me. He kicked the door shut behind him as he came over to me with a bright smile and I stood up and allowed him to pull me into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed me. He was dripping with sweat, his hair sticking to his head as I ran my fingers through it. I couldn’t breathe, his arms were crushing me to him, but I didn’t care. Finally, he pulled away from me.

‘Hiya,’ I giggled. ‘Hi,’ he smirked, giving me another quick kiss. ‘Good show?’ I asked, reaching my hand so I could brush his sweaty fringe off of his face. ‘Fuckin brilliant,’ he said, ‘missed you though.’ ‘Like you’d even notice me over all those screaming fans,’ I chuckled. ‘Always do,’ he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me again. He pulled me closer again but his hands were now dancing underneath my shirt making goosebumps appear where his touch went. He kissed me deeper as I pushed him back towards the couch. As the backs of his legs hit the couch I pushed him down so he was sitting and shimmied my shirt off as I climbed onto his lap to straddle him. His hands caressed my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger as I kissed his jaw and neck roughly. I gasped as he pinched me hard which made him chuckle. I could feel him through my knickers, rigid against my core as he strained against his pants. I rocked my hips against him giggling as he grunted.

‘Don’t tease,’ he said in an entirely whiny voice. ‘I’ll stop teasing when you touch me,’ I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it under my skirt. He moved my underwear aside deftly as his fingers slid between already slick folds. I rocked against him enjoying the feeling of his rigid cock against my core and his fingers circling my clit. He placed one hand on the small of my back holding me in place as I leaned back enjoying the sensation. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted his hips bucking up against mine. I hadn’t even touched him yet and he was beside himself. ‘Want me to touch you, baby?’ I asked leaning forward and holding his face in my hands. He looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I leaned up onto my knees so there was space between us now and grabbed his hand so it was no longer touching me. Then I grabbed both of his hands and stationed them on my hips so he was holding me securely.

‘You’re not allowed to touch okay?’ I whispered kissing him again. He nodded. Then I fumbled with his pants until he was in my hand. He shivered as I ran my thumb across the tip which was now sticky from excitement. I massaged him gently in my hand watching as his head fell back against the couch and his eyes closed. Then, I carefully teased him through my pussy lips moaning as his head hit my clit. His eyes flew open as I did so, his pupils blown with lust. His hips bucked a little towards me as I did it again and I tutted, ‘needy.’

‘Please,’ he whimpered. I bit my lip as I used my free hand to caress his cheek. He leaned into it, kissing my wrist as I did. Then I positioned myself over him and eased myself gently down until he was all the way inside me. I moaned as I moved against him slowly at first taking all I could get. As I started to move quicker his breathing got a bit faster and his grip on my hips was hard enough that I was sure to have bruises there tomorrow.

My fingers went to my clit working it in rhythm with my movements. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the sensation when I looked down to find him watching me his gaze loving and full of lust.

‘Dom,’ I moaned as I felt my climax come over me. He was close behind me I could tell as his hips had started moving of their own accord meeting me with every thrust. ‘Fuck Y/N,’ he grunted as I rode it out like a wave meeting the shore. I fell against him, clinging to him as he pounded up into me solely focused on meeting me in bliss. I kissed him deeply my hand pressed tightly against his throat. And then he was cumming. He pulled his mouth away from mine burying his face in my shoulder as he attempted to muffle the sound of his moans.

As his orgasm faded he fell back against the couch, holding me as I lay against him, my head tucked into his neck. He grumbled as I pulled back.

‘One minute,’ I whispered kissing him on the cheek as I clambered off him, grabbing my shirt as I went to the small bathroom that adjoined the dressing room. I peed and cleaned myself up before checking myself in the mirror. Luckily our impromptu tryst hadn’t played too much havoc with my makeup.

When I left the bathroom he was already getting changed and I headed to the vanity to make myself a bit more presentable. I wiped the old now smudged lipstick away and replaced it, though I was sure it wasn’t going to last the night considering the mood Dom was in. I blended around my mouth and ran a comb through my hair and just as I finished I felt Dom come up behind me. His chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me.

‘Said you were needy,’ I chuckled making him laugh before he spun me around until I was facing him. ‘I know what I want,’ he said matter of factly. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s that?’ I challenged, hopping up onto the table so he was able to stand between my legs. ‘You,’ he said watching as I rolled my eyes, ‘I mean it.’ ‘Well you’ve got me,’ I said as I checked the time on my phone, ‘in fact less than five minutes ago you actually had me.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ he said simply. My eyebrows knitted together with confusion. ‘What are you going on about?’ ‘What would you say if I said let’s do something crazy?’ ‘I’d say what else is new,’ I giggled. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘seriously.’ ‘I’d say what is it?’ looking at him with bemusement, a smirk on my face. ‘Marry me.’

My mouth fell open as the words left his mouth. Had he really just said what I thought he had? My eyes roved his expression trying to figure out if there was a chance he was joking. He seemed serious.

‘Dom,’ I mumbled. ‘I mean it,’ he said, ‘why don’t we?’ ‘Just go and get married?’ ‘We’re in Vegas,’ he shrugged. ‘Yeah because everyone wants to get married by a bad Elvis impersonator,’ I said rolling my eyes. ‘It’s not like it’s not gonna happen one day,’ he reasoned, ‘I mean…you and me I sorta thought forever was a given.’ ‘It is,’ I said dropping my gaze. I had thought about it. I loved Dom more than anyone I’d ever loved but marriage just seemed a big next step. Especially to go and do right after the decision had been made. ‘So why wait?’ he said moving my hair out of my face. ‘Our friends, our family-’ ‘Will get over it. Weddings are a big hassle and I know our families. I don’t want anything but you and me,’ he said. ‘It’s all a bit fast,’ I said, ‘I mean there’s like things we need to think about.’ ‘There’s a hundred wedding chapels in town. We can find someone to witness it. Whatever you want to do I’m here for.’ ‘You’ve thought everything through huh?’ I said with a small smile. He smirked and I thanked God I was sitting down because I was sure that my knees would’ve buckled just looking at him. ‘Yep,’ he smirked. ‘Not everything though,’ I said turning my head away dramatically when I looked back he was watching me puzzled, ‘you’ve not even asked me to marry you yet. Not properly.’

‘Ah,’ he said pulling out of my grasp. He moved away and grabbed his discarded pants off of the floor fumbling with them for a minute. I watched him puzzled. Then he was back, pulling me off of the table so I was standing and dropping to one knee in front of me. Then he offered up a ring. I hadn’t realised until that moment how much he had thought this through. Most of our life was done living in the moment and I thought his marriage idea was nothing more than that but looking at him now I knew he was utterly and completely serious. My eyes roved over the ring he was holding in between his thumb and forefinger. A simple gold band with a stormy blue-grey diamond and of course, not in a ring box [that was way too straight-laced for him]. I had to admit though, it was beautiful.

‘Dom,’ I said thickly. ‘Y/N,’ he smiled, ‘will you marry me?’ ‘Of course I will.’

[cottoncandydom]

Dating Dominic Harrison (Yungblud)

⋆ he will get you everything you need and want

⋆ "baby, I'm going out to the store, do you want candy? Or something to drink?"

⋆ Rubs your back when you have a headache

⋆ smothers you in kisses

⋆ writes songs for you all the time

⋆ "i wrote this song for you, can I sing it for you?"

⋆ he is such a cuddler, so he will go out and buy a bunch of snacks and then cuddle up with you and watch movies

⋆ rubs circles on the top of your head to make you fall asleep

⋆ will dance with you in the kitchen light if you both cant sleep

⋆ "do you want to go on a drive with me"

⋆ always says how much he fooking loves you

⋆ " baby, I love you so much, like so fooking much"

⋆ "I know Dom, I love you too"

⋆ he then proceeds to smother you in cuddles

⋆ he enjoys seeing you wearing his merch. and especially his hoodies

⋆ if you are shorter than him, he will put his arm on your head

⋆ is the loudest ever when laughing

⋆ "you have to fooking see this, it's hilarious"

⋆ isn't that funny, but you laugh anyways because he's so cute when he's happy

⋆ you love going to his concerts and watching him smile seeing all his fans

⋆ if you're comfortable with it, he will bring you on stage and give a little speech about how much he loves you

⋆ his fans think yall are the cutest ever

[storiesforallfandoms]

honey, i’m home ~ yungblud

word count: 1796

request?: yes!

“Yungblud x female reader, the reader is in the military and dating dom. The reader tells dom she leaving and then few months later she surprises dom at one of his concerts, she gets off the stage and runs over to kiss her please and thank you”

description: after being away for months, she finally is able to come home to surprise her boyfriend

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to look at Dom as the two of us drove to the airport. Being deployed was very bittersweet, especially since it happened so close to when I had gotten home last. I had to go to work, I couldn’t exactly turn down deployment, but at the same time I had just gotten home after being gone for nearly a year, and now I wasn’t sure when I’d be home next. I asked my General if he knew when my next leave would be, but he said he didn’t have an exact answer for me.

We pulled into the parking lot and Dom turned off the car. I knew I’d have to go through security soon, but neither one of us made a move to get out of the car. Dom was still staring out the windshield, his hands still on the steering wheel. I reached over and put a hand on his leg, drawing his attention to me.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” I told him.

He nodded. “I know you will be. It just...sucks. You just got home and we had all these plans before I have to go on tour. What if your leave falls on one of the days I’m touring, then you get deployed again before I’m finished?”

I bit my lip in an attempt to keep back the frustrated tears I was feeling well in my eyes. Dom had a point. Me being in the military and him being a musician wasn’t exactly the easiest. When our schedules weren’t matching like this it made things so much harder for us.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice so low I wasn’t sure if Dom could hear me.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. “Don’t be sorry, love. This is your job and I would never ask you to leave it or anything. It’s just not easy for us.”

I shook my head.

We sat embraced for another minute or two before I reluctantly pulled away. I had to go, I couldn’t put it off anymore.

Dom got my bag from the trunk and carried it into the airport for me. We held hands tightly, dreading the moment we’d have to let go. He came with me to get my luggage checked in, then walked me to the security section of the airport. I could see others from my battalion also waiting in line to go through.

I turned to Dom and gave his hand a slight squeeze. “I’ll call you whenever I can.”

“I know,” he said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

Finally, I let go of his hand and made my way to the security line up. I didn’t look back at him because I knew I wouldn’t be able to without crying.

~~~~~~

Several months later, I found myself exiting an airport and walking up to the familiar face of Dom’s manager, Tommas, who was holding a sign displaying my name. I smiled and gratefully hugged him.

“Thanks for doing this, Tommas,” I said. “I know it must not be easy to keep this secret from him.”

“I figured it’d be harder for you to keep it a secret,” he said. “Have you been talking to him at all today?”

I shook my head. “The only way I’d be able to call him without being suspicious is from the base, and obviously I can’t do that right now. Luckily it’s not unusual for me to go a day without calling him when I’m away.”

“Let’s go get your bags, we don’t have long to get you ready and to the venue for the show.”

I had gotten the news a few days prior that I would be given leave soon, and got a guarantee from my General that I’d be off for a few months. He promised me, in fact, that I wouldn’t be deployed again for at least six months. I was so excited to get this news that I was itching to tell Dom immediately, but then I had another plan form in my mind.

I had called Tommas instead to explain my plan to him: I wanted to fly out to wherever Dom was performing the day of my leave to surprise him. I wanted to surprise him at his show by standing front row with a sign that would draw Dom’s attention to me. Tommas pointed out the slight security risk of me standing in the front row and we decided I’d stand between the barriers and the stage instead.

When my luggage arrived I quickly went to the nearest bathroom to change out of my uniform and into the only suitable outfit I had for a concert - a pair of jeans and a button up t-shirt. As I was leaving I paused in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I ran a hand through my slightly messy hair, only messing it up more, but decided that was fine enough for my plan.

Tommas had a car waiting for me that wasn’t too obvious to bring any attention towards us. I ducked my head as I ran through the crowd of people and got into the backseat. The time on my phone read that it was two hours until Dom would take the stage, which meant I’d have to keep myself hidden for nearly two hours.

In the front, Tommas was on his phone. I could only hear his side of the conversation, which was a lot of, “Yeah”s and “I’m on my way”s.

When he hung up, he said, “That was Dom. I didn’t tell him I was leaving in hopes that he wouldn’t even notice, but of course he did.”

“Was he asking where you went?”

“Naturally.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him I had to go run an errand and that I’m on the way to the venue. I’ll go in first and make sure he’s distracted, then we’ll sneak you in and have you ready for when he takes the stage.”

I nodded. My heart was starting to race with excitement. It felt like it had been so long since I saw Dom. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.

The wait in the car once we arrived to the venue felt like forever. I was on social media looking at all the people talking about how excited they were for tonight’s show, as well as posts from Dom hyping up the show. See him, even just through the pictures, made me feel warm inside. I was itching to get in there and see him already.

When the coast was finally clear, Tommas led me into the venue and towards the area I would be standing. We made sure to have me covered so that there was no risk of Dom catching a glimpse of me at all. They told me to stand off to the side until the show started so that no fans would see me and start freaking out, which would bring attention to me and ruin the whole surprise.

The lights went down soon after and I quickly made my way to a place where Dom would be able to see me when he took the stage. The energy in the room from both Dom and his fans as he performed his first song was amazing. I had been to his shows before, but I was always blown away whenever I did go. You could tell that Dom put his entire heart and soul into every performance that he did.

I was enjoying the performance so much that I forgot my original reason for being there. I had definitely been spotting because some girls were pressed against the railing, reaching out to me and calling to me. I smiled and waved at them before stepping out from the shadows and held up the sign that I had gotten Tommas to make for me. I guess the girls in the front row realized what I was trying to do because they started yelling out to try and get Dom’s attention.

“Something happening over here?” he asked, making his way to the side of the stage that I was on. “Oh! I see a sign. I haven’t seen many of those tonight. It says...” He trailed off as he read the sign. I wondered if he was confused or if he just didn’t believe it. “It says, ‘Honey, I’m home’?”

I lowered the sign and smiled up at my boyfriend. He immediately dropped his microphone - which let out an awful noise as it hit the stage - and jumped down from the stage. He took me into his arms and kissed me hard. The quickness of it all, plus his lips on mine, caused me to feel dizzy.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were on leave?” he asked.

“I wanted to surprise you!”

“Consider me surprised!”

He kissed me again. I was so happy that I could nearly block out the screams of his fans who were watching us.

“We’ll talk about this after the show,” he told me. He turned to the security to add, “Take her backstage, she’s extra VIP.”

The security nodded and led me to backstage. I watched the rest of the show from the sides of the stage. Every so often Dom would look over his shoulder at me, as if watching to make sure I was still there.

The minute the show ended, he ran off stage and took me in his arms. I giggled as he threw me over his shoulder and turned to his crew. “I’m taking her to my dressing room, no one disturb us for a while.”

“Dom!” I exclaimed as he carried me off. “Don’t tell them that! I have to see these people afterwards too!”

He arrived to his dressing room and kicked the door shut before finally putting me down. He kissed me again before bringing me over to the couch in the room.

“How long are you on leave for?” he asked.

“My General promised me at least six months before they even consider deploying me again,” I told him. “Which, if I remember correctly, your tour ends in roughly a month’s time. So we’ll have plenty of time to make up for those plans I had to miss before I left last time.”

Dom tackled me down onto the couch and started kissing me all over my face. I giggled as his hands pulled at my clothes and his lips met mine once again.

“I love you so much,” he said. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I’m all yours, Dom. I promise.”

[hangovercurse]

hangovercurse’s masterlist

Requests: open | closed

Colson Baker

Bad High

Don’t be Sorry

Pictures of Us | As Long as You Want (18+)

Wanna Help You Relax (18+)

The Without You Series (complete) | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi |

Babies, Bathrooms, and Birth Control

In These Walls

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About (complete) | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix |

Why Are You Here? (18+)

Surprise | ii | (18+)

Once a Month

For the Past Four Years

Safe With Me

Midterm Season

Masterpiece 

Thesis

Last Night | Better Sober (18+)

I’ll Be Here

Under Pressure

Blind Date (continued)

God Father (Platonic)

Family Affair

Teeny Tiny Secret

Our Song

Crash Into Me

Pop

Home Sweet Home

Unprofessional (18+)

The GQ Couples Quiz

Favorites

Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts

If You Ever Leave Me Again

Worst Firsts

See You at 8

Long Night

Like Father Like Daughter

Live

Losing a Friend (in progress) | i | ii |

Birthday Boy (18+)

When the Party’s Over (with Rook)

Jawbreaker (18+)

Until You Fall Asleep

Brother’s Best Friend

Dominic Harrison

Past Mistakes

In Your Arms

Pete Davidson

I’d Drop it All for You

Surprise | ii | (18+)

Mind Over Matter

Study Bug (18+)

Pete x Chubby Reader (hc)

Nerd Love

God Father

Falling Like the Stars (18+)

Long Days

n y l a 

A Zoom Call to Remember

Honeymoon

JP “Rook” Cappelletty

Loveless

Stay With You | ii |

Welcome Home

The Search is Over

Mutual Attraction

Lesson Learned (18+)

A Much Needed Break

A Surprise in San Antonio

Stay at Home

Full House

When the Party’s Over (with Colson)

Blurb Nights (masterlist)

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Domestic pete and helping him dye his hair🥰

Me in my sick brain just went: Awwww oh my god. Cause I am gonna do domestic Pete, colson and Dom cause they all dye there hair.

Dom:

Sitting with Dom in the bathroom you read over the directions for the hair dye, he was staying red for a while longer before going to see his normal hair dresser. But until then you were hair dyer and girlfriend.

“Okay so we just glob it on and wait like 30 minutes. Simple enough.” Dom sat in front of you, a towel around his bare torso,

“I mean you dye yer own hair so this should be easy.” You nodded, bringing your hands up to scratch through his scalp, ruffling his hair.

“Mmmm could fall asleep when you do that” you giggled a bit

“Alright, hair dye begins now” combing the red through his hair you practically felt him falling asleep

“Hey! No sleeping we can nap in like 40 minutes when I finish your hair” after 30 minutes of Dom messing around on his phone, posting stories of you and him, and just being a doof, you had him leaned over the bathtub scrubbing the color from his hair. His favorite part.

“See you need to be my hair dresser all the time. Look good” leaning towards you his mouth met yours as you giggled

“Nah let’s not piss off the normal one when I end up burning your hair off with bleach by mistake. Though the buzzed look would be a good one for you” Dom grimaced

“God no. Let’s never go back to 2002 thank you very much”

“What I think it’s hella punk.”

Colson:

“So just throw it on, my hairs already basically white. It’ll take easy” colson towered over you, the directions to the newest color in his hands

“So yeah, 30 minutes and I will be blue baby” sighing you laughed a bit

“Alright. Sit on the toilet sir, I need to be able to reach your head.” Laughing he sat, he was still almost too tall compared to you, but it would work.

“Okay so why blue? You going for the emo boy look? I figured that was like black or like red” colson chuckled

“Nah, it’s just for fun, doing purple was fun, and these wash out hella quick in my hair” nodding you rubbed the color into the strands

“Well your hair is like bleached white almost, so color stains quick but washing it means color comes out even quicker. It’s why you never have the pastel type colors very long”

Over the next 30 minutes you both stayed in the bathroom, him sat on the toilet with you perched on the counter by the sink, his chin resting on his hands, placed on your thighs.

Once washed you dried his hair smirking at the result

“Very, pastel ocean vibes” colson laughed looking in the mirror

“I dig it. Got the best hair dresser in town” leaning down he pressed his lips to yours

“Well I think casie could give me a run for my money” colson nodded

“Yeah she is pretty fly at hair huh?”

Pete:

It was that time of the year again, the time when Pete liked to dye his hair to death and then shave it off for the summer.

Currently you were sat in the bathroom, reading the directions for the bleach, he had shaved his head and now it was the simple task of 15 to 25 minutes of bleaching and he would have a blank canvas to fuck around with.

“Okay, so 30 volume should do it pretty quick since it’s your scalp basically” tugging the gloves on you sighed

“Let’s fuck it up” Pete laughed nodding looking down at you from his towering height

“Kiss for luck and cause I want one” kissing him you smiled

“Mmm always the best kind” sitting him down you slowly applied the bleach making sure to get all of his head.

“Okay. Now we watch and wait and see how the color develops.” Throwing the used gloves and bleach away you hopped on the counter petes hands moving to run up and down your legs.

“So like would you ever trust me to do your hair?” Laughing you thought about it

“Yeah. Cause if you fucked it up bad enough you’d just take me to the salon or even to Amy to fix it” Pete laughed nodding

“If Amy can do anything it’s fixing what I fucked up” frowning you moved to hold his face making him look at you

“Hey....none of that” Pete smiled leaning up and kissing you

“It was a joke. I promise, I’m not just my fuck ups.” Nodding you kissed him again

“Alright old school slim shady, let’s rise you.”

[twistedblud]

Could you maybe do something with yungblud x reader where they are in a interview with 42 and 36??

36: "You're the first person I think about when I wake up."

42: "I remember when we first met..."

pairing: Dom x gender-neutral!reader

warnings: fluff, some cursing, tiniest bit of jealousy && implied smut (the briefest mention of it if you squint rlly but idk LMAO)

word count: 1.3k (kinda went crazy...lol)

a/n: I'm so excited to be back writing!! hope u enjoy <3 kinda went a little deep into this but hopefully it’s well enough. my writing is rusty is !!!

You and Dom were halfway through your game of “Who’s Who” which was the one of many games/challenges he’d be doing in a line of interviews to help promote his new album. You had no problem being by his side and supporting him, even on your days off. When he approached you last night asking if you’d mind doing a couples themed interview with him, you couldn’t say no. It was a chance for you both to be together even among his crazy schedule he had.

It was a brief break in between rounds and you rehydrated yourself with a few sips from the mini water bottles provided by the company. One of the producers had set down a box of fresh papers onto the mock coffee table as you and Dom sat across from each other, still facing the cameras and the crew behind them. A shorter woman emerged from the maze of cameras, microphones, and monitors as she set her eyes on you two. Well mostly Dom, which didn’t bother you too much as his eyes shifted between his hands in his lap and, occasionally, you.

“Hello Dom,” the producer purred, already beginning to blush before the Brit could even say anything. “So you and y/n are going to pull papers and ask 3 questions each,” she explained, mostly training her eyes on Dom’s and occasionally glancing at yours. Dom had a thing where he made sure to make persistent eye contact with whoever is speaking, which could come off either intimidating or hot.

To you? It varied.

But it was mostly hot to you. 

Of course.

“Sounds like a plan” Dom nodded. His eye contact with the producer breaks as she walks away, but not before shooting a definite somewhat lust filled look at Dom, before sitting in her chair along the director of the segment. Mentally rolling your eyes at the entire exchange, you contain yourself, putting on a genuine smile once you see Dom blow you a kiss when your eyes lock.

He would absolutely be the death of you.

----

You two were onto your last question, with the cameras still rolling strong and mics towering over. It was Dom’s turn to read his final question as he reached for the black box and plucked a random paper out. His smile grew and he tried to stifle a laugh as he began reading it out.

“Hm, this is a good one. Who made the first move?” You both looked at one another, beginning to break out into little giggles. You and Dom met through mutual friends and you were quite literally his lifesaver that night you two so graciously crossed paths. He needed assistance with a skirt malfunction he had from going wild at a party, and his assistant, who happened to be your best friend, dragged you back into his designated area. You were almost done getting your degree in Fashion Merchandising, and had great knowledge on everything, from hemming jeans that were too long to improvising fashion emergencies.

Like this one.

It started with you using safety pins to temporarily help the malfunction and ended with you both exchanging numbers followed by Dom fucking your brains out in an unoccupied room within the venue. It wasn't usually the way you did things when it came to your dating life, but with Dom, it just felt like the right thing to do.

You shift in your seat from the memory of that night in the empty room, and you’re sure Dom remembered it as well. “The first move was definitely made by...Dom?” You questioned out loud, hearing a dramatic scoff escape from your boyfriend’s lips. You laughed at this gesture and nodded, “Yeah, for sure Dom.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll admit it,” He slouched in his seat as he recalled the night mentally. He didn’t know if he should mention the parts where you safety pinned a good portion of his skirt that night or when you both decided to fuck soon after exchanging numbers. “I remember when we first met at that event and how willingly y/n was to help me” He gushed aloud, the gesture making your ears heat up. “Y/N is the best, so kind, which is why I made the first move” He explained into the camera. “I could honestly say the same for Dom” you reply back with, throwing a wide smile in his direction. You really didn’t know what to say at that point, so instead, you laugh to yourself with adoration and reach for your paper to read off the last question.

“Okay, so last question” You start with, shifting your body more toward him, “Who is the worst sleeper?” You shoot up your eyebrows at him, already having your answer in mind. “‘S not me for sure” Dom states with a beaming amount of confidence. You physically roll your eyes at this blatant lie. Dom knew he slept terribly. He’d throw his arms and legs all over the place if you two weren’t cuddling, which you grew to get used to, but still opted for cuddling to avoid the mess of a sleeper known as Dom.

“He’s lying, everyone. He sleeps terribly!” You exclaim, pointing directly at the person of question as he laughed into his hands. “It’s only every now and then, I swear” He retorts back with. You both break into a laughing fit, before beginning your outros and Dom plugging his new album and where fans could presave. After the director of the segment wrapped up the shooting, Dom immediately thanked the crew and grabbed your hand as he rushed you outside.

---

“Why the rush?” You questioned, standing directly in front of Dom. That eye contact, again, you thought to yourself. “I just wanted to get some time alone. After this, I have a promo shoot and a party to stop by.” You frowned at the mention of the promo shoot but especially the party, knowing you couldn’t make it due to some last minute designs you had to turn in to your professor.

“Hey” Dom lets out, his hands finding your back as he pulls you closer to him. “Why the look, y/n?” His eyes search yours for some kind of answer and he can’t help but wonder if he said or did something wrong. Something to upset you.

“I really wanted to hang out with you tonight,” You smooth your hands up and down his arms, “But these designs I have for class aren’t finished and-”

“Y/n. It’s okay if you can’t make it, no need to worry” He reassures you along with a comforting smile. “I can try to be back at the apartment in the morning before you wake up if I can’t make it back tonight” He proposes. You nod hesitantly

You begin to tease him, “Still going to be lonely sleeping without you,” looking even harder into his eyes as you await some kind of response. His eyes seem to go blank for a second, before becoming soft at your words.

“Well if it makes it any better...” He trails off, “You're the first person I think about when I wake up” He softly grabs either side of your face before pulling your lips toward his, kissing you like never before. He ignored his assistant and your best friend shouting his name as he began to get deeper into the kiss. You melted into his touch, not wanting to let go. You hear the metal doors creak open and the clicking sound of heels approach you and Dom. He pulls away from the kiss reluctantly, running his left thumb around your lips.

“Y/n! Dom! Hate to interrupt your...love session.” You hear your best friend start with. “But we have to get going Dom. Seriously, you’re gonna be late” She says. He nods at her words, knowing he is right and would hate for his manager or your best friend to deal with the angry production companies behind these promos and interviews if he were late, and turns to you.

“I’ll text you during any and all breaks. I promise” Dom reassures, pecking your lips before you could respond, and following your best friend inside to get ready to leave for the promo shoot.

You were left with swollen lips and a fluttering heart as you stood outside, hearing a buzz following his departure. You reach for your phone in your back pocket, greeted with a notification from Dom.

my ❤️: trying to convince the team to let me come back home to you tonight 🥸.

my ❤️: i love u y/n <3

y/n: even if they don’t let you, it’s okay.

y/n: i <3 u more dom

my ❤️: I'll try my best to convince them

my ❤️: I wanna be with u tonight.

my ❤️: gotta go love. be safe.

y/n: u too dom <3