#yungblud imagine fluff

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, breastfeeding, mentions of lactation kink, cuddles, mentions of sex, baby's first feed, literally just fluff, teasing, and needy boys waiting for naps, Auntie T's help, messy babies, messy boys, teasing, happy boys, boys in love 🖤 Rating: mature I think (smut to come I swear)

After the doctor left Col just watched his family, his gaze drifting between the little alpha and the even smaller omega. His children were fucking bite-sized balls of precious and he was pretty sure he wasn't even breathing he was so full of love for his pack. It was almost scary how much of a carbon copy they were and maybe that was some protection thing to keep them safe and it would change as they got older, he didn't know. He had heard about pups looking like their fathers so their lizard brain would be more protective but how could anyone not want to love their little ones and keep them safe? The boy was loud as he suckled for the first time, he knew the doctor had cleaned out his brand new airways but he still sounded stuffy and Colson fought not to laugh. He had a feeling that was sound they'd have to grow accustomed to, the kiddo was just eating so fast.

"Takes after you." Dom hummed, his voice softer than he thought it had ever been. He felt something like true peace for the first time in his life. Not that his mate didn't make him feel calm but this was… different. He didn't know if it was the babes, his future husband, or the remnants of magic from that alpha voice. Maybe it was just the flood of happy love chemicals in his brain but whatever it was he felt quiet. He felt soothed. He felt so much love his heart hurt like it would spill over. He couldn't help but tease about their son, he literally made the exact same noises as his eager father, just the baby version.

"Like she doesn't take after you." The man joked back, leaning close to scent her so small head. He didn't want to bother them but they seemed focused enough and he needed to scent his family. He had to. His breath huffed out over her skin, blowing her smell back against him and he fought tears when a fresh gentle strawberries and cream perfume hit his senses. There was still the dusky cling from living inside his mate, the sweet addition of milk and Dom's spit, and the sharp tang of blood but under it all was her and he wondered if that would change as she grew up. He wasn't trying to picture her right now though, he just wanted to savor the moment, not imagine all the assholes he'd have to fight off from her in the future.

"Boy smells like bread." The punk hummed softly, his eyes tracking every small movement. The tot kept palming a handful of his tit and he couldn't help but wince at the sharp nails in his skin but it was adorable. Absolutely twinning with his father far more than his actual twin.

"Bread?" Kells was almost incredulous but he chuckled under his breath. He didn't want to bend over everyone to sniff the boy, he was scared if he moved he might break the peace but bread? Alpha's don't smell like bread.

"Mmm cinnamon toastie. You got it too. Under all the sex and pot and shite." Dom smiled at his lover, it reminded him of the first night they met, that moment he'd stood close and gotten annoyed that even the rapper's BO was perfect. Gunpowder, leather, and musk. It had taken him a while to figure out the comforting notes under everything else but it was cinnamon, like a tall spiced hot chocolate. Sensual and warm. "Don't worry I'm sure one day ya pup'll be a scary badass but right now…" He trailed off, wishing he could bite the tiny fingers grabbing him. "Daddy-"

Colson bit his cheek not to smile at the sniffles in his baby momma's voice. The bitch was probably swimming in oxytocin and legit he was almost crying himself over how tiny they were. "It's alright baby. It's okay. I know." He soothed, pressing a kiss to his mate's sweaty temple. He swore he could taste the bonding hormones on his skin. He was desperate to taste more and he had promises to keep but… not just yet. He was allowed to bask. "Let me know if you start to hurt."

"Don't matter. Stay?"

That word brought back memories, made their whole relationship rush through his mind. He thought about the day he found out, the morning he got here, the moment he ran, the fear he'd felt when he thought he'd hurt them if he didn't leave. How was there ever a moment he thought he could walk away from this? He couldn't imagine it when those small mirror crimson eyes caught his. He knew that would fade as the hours passed, they'd settle into their own color. "Get your momma's eyes, they're prettier." He sighed offhandedly, a little prayer for the universe. He wanted mini-Doms, he didn't need anyone looking like him to keep him head over heels in love. Why the fuck did evolution think that was needed? He'd rather see a hundred tiny Yungbluds.

"You shut your whore mouf, be whatever you gonna be baby." That did make the alpha laugh, his lover was definitely high on love and post pain adrenaline crash.

The little prince must have overfilled his belly too fast because suddenly he was spilling his first meal everywhere and spitting up on his mother's chest. "Well that's what he thinks of that. Agrees with daddy hmm? I know your mom is prettier too. Wasteful little brat."

"Cols! Be nice and bloody 'elp! I can't move." The omega whined and the wanker carefully rushed to help, rolling off the bed and heading for the door to go get some of their things but the moment he got it open Tom was right fucking there, vibrating and holding a box of things they needed. He took a deep breath and cupped a hand over his cock but they all knew the poor beta had seen everything a few times over by now. Dom didn't even waste the energy. He was surprised that the new presence didn't piss off his hindbrain, they'd been saying the man was part of their pack but he didn't realize how true it was until no part of him wanted to growl. "Let 'im in and shut the fucking door, you letting all the stank out."

Colson shook his head and stepped back, letting the photographer inside before he sealed the room again. "I see someone is feeling lovely." The new uncle joked but he was being so careful. Kells took the box and found wipes and a spit rag, hopping back on the bed to clean up his family.

"Sit bitch. Meet the spawn and help." Col huffed, tossing a cloth over the man's shoulder before he scooped up the baby alpha and passed him over. He was incredibly glad he'd helped so much when Ashton was this small, he wasn't nervous holding his kids. The beta was though, he froze up, his almost gray eyes wide.

"Oh, hello little boy."

"Hey, don't call him little. He'll grow. Just like his daddy." The rapper teased and Dom rolled his eyes.

"You know he meant all over, don't be a jerk." The omega huffed, watching and shivering as his mate cleaned up his chest. He was starting to feel again and getting progressively needier but they could wait until the little ones were sleeping. He knew they could. Right? He watched his brother so carefully handling the boy, laying him over his shoulder and patting gently at his back.

"So you let me hold him for the mess? Why am I not surprised? Always cleaning up after you." Tom joked, watching his best friend with his new daughter. He'd never seen the punk so… still in all the years they knew each other. Even his mind felt calm. He couldn't believe how beautiful the new humans were but he should have expected it, what else could those cocky bastards make? He heard a tiny burp next to his ear and grinned, easing him down to cradle in his arm. "You're right, he takes after you."

Kells knew he was being ragged on but he didn't mind, Tom was family and the alpha was so fucking happy. "Diapers probably. Now that seems like a really good idea." He sighed, pulling a couple out. Dom whined, he wanted to keep full skin contact forever but- "Babe c'mon, I know you're not into that shit."

The combination of a scoff and a snort that the singer let out was adorable but the wince after had him worried, the pain was coming back and they would need each other very soon. The punk shook his head though, not yet. Damnit. He could be a good boy, he supposed it was something he'd have to learn anyway. He had a feeling their children would love interrupting. "There's still cake if you want but you should really eat real food first." Auntie T offered as he laid the baby down and attempted to figure out the diaper. He'd helped Dom with wilder outfits, he could bloody well strap the little boy in.

"Not 'ungry yet but fanks. I'm sure it's great."

"Oh, you're not hungry bitch?" Col purred but before he could continue the newcomer huffed.

"No! Absolutely not. Let me enjoy a moment of this first you horny insane fucks. Who even- you just had twins!" Tom was flabbergasted but not exactly shocked. He refused to leave yet though.

"Chill, we're waiting for nap time. Besides, it's good for him." The alpha laughed, laying a cloth over Dom's chest so he could help their daughter next. She ate a lot more daintily, slowly, but her belly was obviously full and she was starting to drool milk over her mother's chest while passing out. "Definitely yours. Spitting fucking image holy shit." He chuckled, hating just a little how much they were wasting. The scent of spilled milk made him hungry and he hoped there was a little left for when they finally got a moment together. He could wait. He actually liked having his little pack together.

"They're perfect Dom. You did… so good." Tommy sniffled, his gaze locking on his friends. The pair may be True Mates but he'd always felt the ADHD riddled brat was his platonic soulmate, he wouldn't fuck him if he were paid for it, the boy was too much for something like that but they were meant to be family and he knew they needed each other. He might joke but he was never leaving them, this was his family and he was so proud of him.

Dom reached out, gripping his brother's hand and squeezing, of course the fucker made him cry again but at least he was too. "Fank you. See Cols? All me."

"Oh for fucks sake. At least give me the boy, I'll put a diaper on him you inept b-"

"No, I've got it. Fuck off." He huffed back, it was a challenge now, he would get the baby ready.

Colson just arched a brow and leaned back to watch them. He knew in a moment he'd need to help put one on his daughter, Dom was still shaking too much and way too tired. He'd probably time himself and compare just to bug the beta but it was all in fun. Before long his children would rest and he'd give his mate exactly what he needed, what they both needed, and they'd bond and bask and hopefully rest before the little ones woke again. They'd been waiting for months for this, their lives as parents had finally started and everything felt so fucking good. He couldn't help wondering what was next, another heat or them getting married but no matter what they were truly in it now and he couldn't be happier. Everything was perfect.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Sorry no smut yet, I was tired today and I just wanted to let them cuddle a little. Hope you still enjoyed 🖤

[bhcangels]

sunsets and selflove - fluff

Dom’s POV

I stumbled through the front door of our apartment, closing the door after wrestling my keys out of the lock. I chucked my bag down by the door, kicking off my shoes, and proceeding to walk through the flat in a search for her. All I could focus on was the silence floating through our home as I failed to find her in any of the rooms. Looking around, I smiled upon the realisation of where she was, picking up a thick blanket and my keys, heading out the door and up the stairs to the rooftop. I took the stairs two at a time until I reached the top, pushing my body against the heavy metal fire door and stepping out into the cooling summer air. She turned her head to greet me, offering me a small smile.

“Hey darlin’,” I smiled, walking closer and taking a seat beside her in the middle of the blankets and cushions she had surrounding her.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice soft as she leaned towards me.

I settled with my back against the wall, throwing the blanket over my legs as she leant her head against my chest, cuddling the side of her body against mine with one arm over my torso.

“How was your day?” I asked, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head as I awaited her answer.

“Not the best, I tried to get my assignments done but I couldn't concentrate to save my life,” she grumbled, wrapping her arm around me tighter.  

“I know what that’s like,” I grinned, a chuckle escaping my lips as she joined in with a small giggle, “and besides, you don't have to be so hard on yourself, so what you didn’t get much done today, sometimes the most productive thing you can do is breathe, and that's okay, we all need a break sometimes,” I ran my middle finger up and down her spine as I comforted her.

“But you never take a break, you seem to just be able to get everything done that you need to and more, it's not fair,” she pouted, nestling her head into my chest as she spoke.

“Yeah, that's just good old ADHD and Dr Pepper,” I laughed as she lifted her head and giggled at me, her nose scrunching up as she did. After a moment she rested her head back on my chest and exhaled deeply.  

She broke the silence, her voice coming out  small, “I just start to feel useless after a while, I guess, when I haven’t gotten anything done and I feel like I’m drowning in my own head,” she paused, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice before she asked, “do you ever feel like that?” her voice coming out quieter than before.

“Yeah…” I paused to arrange my thoughts that seem to come all at once, “I think as humans, we all have those days, we get too deep inside our own heads and after a while it feels like there’s no way out,” I spoke softly, reassuring her as I continued to stroke up and down her back. She sat up slowly, shifting her body to sit next to me, leaning her body against the wall behind us as she gazed out at the fiery sky with the sun setting lower.

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, and so there we sat, in a dead silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, or uncomfortable, we were both swimming around in our own thoughts, trying to make sense of the world in our own ways before sharing these ideas with each other. She wasn’t looking at me, but I knew she could feel my gaze on her. She was staring off to the sun, slowly descending over the skyline of buildings in the distance, and I couldn’t help myself but think of how breathtaking she looked; the way the orange glow of what was left of daylight would catch right on the tops of her cheekbones, highlighting her freckles (one of my favourite features of hers), her honey-blonde hair seemingly glowing in the warmth of the setting-suns rays.

“Why don’t you love yourself?” My loud thoughts pierced the silence between us.

She didn’t even turn her head to look at me, as she took a deep breath in, she responded “What is there to love? I’m just shattered pieces of the girl I used to be,”

I know she didn’t expect a response but I gave her one anyway.

“You’re not broken, I don't believe that for a second,” I shook my head, turning my gaze away from her to admire the mesmerising view of the sunset.

“You don’t know that, Dom. You don’t know how messed up I am inside,” she argued, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Who let you believe that what other people think of you defines your worth?” I asked, intending it to be more of a question for her to ponder rather than an accusation, but I don't think it came out that way.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” she bit back sharply, taking a moment to close her eyes and release a breath I didn’t notice she was holding.

“Your mother?” I ask, although she was right, once I’d already asked the question, I realised I knew the answer.

“She taught me that I should always present myself to company confidently and to be perfect; ‘don’t let them find any flaws and they’ll believe you don’t have any’,” she spoke in a tone I’m sure would make her mother red in the face if she heard the imitation of her voice. The thought made me smile.

‘You know what, fuck that!” My statement came out louder and bolder than intended but that didn’t stop the smile beginning to spread across her face, “you’ve got to wake up every morning and make yourself a nice cuppa while you sit in the bay window of our apartment and listen to the birds singing as the sun rises, you’ve got to come home from a long day of classes and relax in the soothing burn from the shower against your skin, you’ve got to buy those bright yellow boots you loved and wear them with that stripey jumper of mine that you love just because it brings a smile to your face, and then you can wash it in that god-awful lemon shit that I hate but you still love, just because you want to,” I paused, laughing loudly as I shook my head, standing up in front of her, “ you’ve got to go to all of the art shows and film festivals and music shows and museums your heart desires, you’ve got to tell that girl on the train that you love her green hair and tattoos, and you’ve got to strike up a conversation with the person on the train that’s reading your favourite book. You have to do all of these things that make you happy and bring back life to yourself, because if you don’t then nobody else is going to do it for you.” I was standing in front of her now, jumping and waving my hands around as I spoke. She opened her mouth to speak but I continued, “I’m not finished. “You,” I pointed at her, “need to stop taking everything so fucking personally because in 10 years from now none of these things you’re stressing over are gonna matter. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Just fuck it! You’ve got to love yourself.” I stared at her, the biggest smile on her face that I’d seen in a long time, it was until now that I realised how down she’d been lately. She was grinning and shaking her head all at once, looking up to face me as the smile slightly slipped, she tried to catch it, but I saw her falter. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” I spoke significantly quieter, contrasting to my passionate rant just moments ago. I took my seat beside her again, reaching over to take her hand in mine.

She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, and she shuffled in her place, before moving to rest her head in my lap. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, on the rooftop with her head in my lap as I played with her hair, a comfortable silence on repeat in the background as I waited for her to share the ongoings of the inside of her head with me.

“It gets a bit loud in my head sometimes…it’s been happening a lot more since you’ve been gone”. She trailed off as she spoke, referring to me being on tour.

“And what do you do when it gets too loud? How do you self medicate?” I asked her quietly, threading my fingers gently through her golden locks.

“Well I usually come out here, I bring my blanket with me and I lay on my back and look up to the sky, and I count the stars, I stare at the moon, and I think,” she confessed.

“Isn’t thinking what usually causes the loudness in your head” I know her too well.

“Well, yes,”  she hesitated, “but instead of my problems I think about things like what if I lived on the moon, or what if I woke up one day and all of this was just one big dream, or what if I woke up as a penguin?”

“You and your endless ‘what ifs’, really, a penguin?” I laughed slightly, raising a brow and her strange imagination, “and what do you mean, if everything was one big dream?” I questioned her further.

“Okay, maybe not if it was a dream, but what if, I don’t know, say, the butterfly effect was real, and it happened in our world, and things as we knew it weren’t the same or they never happened in the first place,”

“That’s an interesting theory,” I thought aloud, “but I thought you believed in fate?” I challenged, as well as I knew her, the inside of her head was still a massive puzzle to me, with no right answer. I think it was the same to her.

“Just because I believe in something doesn’t mean I can’t ponder other propositions,” she tested.

I get that,” I spoke softly, causing her to giggle, “Do you ever come out here and think about me?”

“Now, how would I manage to fit you into my tight speculation schedule when I have to consider what it would be like to live on the moon, or the first thing that I would do in my new life as a penguin?” She giggled playfully, turning her head to smile up at me.

“You cheeky fuck!” I exclaimed, a grin spreading across my face as she giggled, a real laugh this time. “I’m sure you can make some time for me,” I grinned back.

“We’ll see about that,” she paused, returning her head to press against my lap before she continued, “sometimes, when I think about you, I can’t stop and then you’re on my mind for days at a time. I’ve never felt like this before, I’ve never felt so all-consumed by my own feelings, and I’m scared,” she confessed, as I once again placed my hands in her soft hair.

We sat in our comfortable silence again, our bodies close together surrounded by blankets, keeping us warm as the sun adventured beyond the horizon; I continued playing with her hair.

“Would you do me a favour?” I glanced down at her as she spoke softly, with a frown across her beautiful face.

“Anything,” I replied simply.

“Would you make sure the moon knows my name?” she asked with tears returning to her eyes.

“Of course I can, baby, I’ll shout your name from the rooftops, or even visit the moon just to tell it myself,” I spoke with confidence. No matter what I had to do to make her happy, you can rest-assured that I would do it.

[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

[hangovercurse]

In Your Arms

After a long day at work, you and Dom settle in for your afternoon routine.

Request: “Hello! So I have this image in my head of Dom holding you in his lap while teaching you guitar after you get home from work and when he’s playing something you fall asleep on him and he takes pictures of you sleeping and comments on how hard you work and takes you to bed to sleep and cuddle??”

Dom X Reader

Word Count: 597

“Is that you, squish?” You heard the strong accent of your boyfriend ring out your nickname through your flat as you closed the front door behind you, taking off your boots and raincoat.

You called back to him as you made your way through the building to the couch, “yeah, darlin’, it’s me.”

Dom could hear the fatigue in your voice and once you’d walked into the room he could see it on your face. He moved his guitar from his lap to make room for you to sit in it. “C’mere love.” He patted the empty space.

You graciously made your way onto the couch, your back pressing against his chest as he leaned against the chair’s arm. Once you’d gotten settled, he placed the guitar in your lap, positioned for you to play it. “Feelin’ up for another practice, love?”

A small hum left your mouth as you placed one hand on the frets and the other on the strings. His fingers moved yours on the fret, placing them into position. “What chord is this one?”

You looked at the positioning of your hand, strumming lightly, “C major 7?”  

Dom pressed a kiss to your cheek, praising you subtly. He then moved your hands into a G major, giving you another kiss when you identified it correctly. “So the strumming pattern,” he took your other hand in his, “is gonna be down, down up down, down up down, down.” He used your fingers to strum the pattern before letting you try it on your own.

This was part of your daily routine; you’d get home from work and Dom would be sitting on the couch with his guitar, waiting for you. You’d spend time learning basic chords, strum patterns, or songs while Dom held you in his arms. Eventually you’d get frustrated, tired, or bored and quit to make dinner or watch a movie. Today, however, had been a particularly tiring day at work.

Once you’d grown too tired to focus on the instrument, you let Dom take over strumming soft tunes while you spoke. You talked about what had happened at work that day, your annoying boss and coworkers constantly demanding things of you that they were more than capable of doing themselves.

While you ranted, he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. Your head was turned and buried into his neck, your words slowly turning to mumbles as his music lulled you to sleep. Once he’d realized you were thoroughly knocked out, he grabbed his phone from the back of the couch, taking a selfie of himself with you in his lap.

He uploaded it to his Instagram story, not caring if you’d see it or not. He captioned it “Y/N fell asleep in the middle of lessons today. Even overworked and tired they’re still the most beautiful person I know 🖤”

After posting it, he moved the guitar out of your lap, tossing it further down the couch. He whispered into your ear, “why don’t we move to the bed, squish?” You mumbled into his neck, pushing yourself further into his body. He chuckled, arms wrapping around your body to cradle you. “I’ve got ya, love” he mumbled as he struggled to stand up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom.

He placed you on the bed, your arms not loosening their grasp from his neck. He laid on the bed next to you, pulling your body into his side. He didn’t fall asleep for a while, instead choosing to study the features of your sleeping face and body.

[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.

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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.

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“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

[eunoiaflow3r]

sweet talk // mgk x fem!reader

everything you say it sounds like sweet talk...

a/n: wrote this in like an hour...not proofread..also..please tell me what you think!! It's my first time writing for mgk..

warning(s): nsfw themes, language, teasing, the word "daddy," not smut but hot language so...

word count: 1.4k

request(ed): no.

summary: after spending her whole day on YouTube, Y/N decides to film a prank on her boyfriend Colson where she teases him and calls him daddy.

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You sat next to Colson on the couch with music playing in the background, and each of your phones in one of your hands. Colson had one of his airpods in and so did you. He was scrolling through Instagram, while you watched a few tiktoks until the chicken in the kitchen thawed. The both of you were pretty bored, so you decided to play a “prank,” on him and film it for youtube.

He’s no stranger to your shenanigans, but you’re sure this one might leave him a little riled up. 

“Cols.”

“Yeah babe?” He squeezed your thigh with his right hand and shut off his phone so he could give you his undivided attention.

“Wanna help me cook or no?” You smile.

“You’re making that chicken in there?” He asks.

“Yeah with some broccoli and rice. Ice cream for dessert.”

“Fine.” He ‘dejectedly’ agrees and removes his airpods. He was acting sad about it - like it was some kind of chore, but he was grinning and excited to cook with you. He loved doing little domestic type things with you - especially cooking.

While he went into your bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes, you went and set up two cameras in the kitchen. You set them up so that they were hidden enough for him to not notice them, but in places where the angles were good and could see everything.

Luckily, by the time he came back into the kitchen, you had already filmed an intro, washed your hands, and started washing the chicken. As a hello, he pecked you right under your ear on your neck and stood beside you to help you wash the chicken.

Now for the prank.

After you finished washing the chicken and making sure a piece was set up on the cutting board, you slyly faked trying to reach the knives on the other side of your boyfriend, and when you couldn’t ‘reach,’ them you said, “Can you pass me a knife daddy?”

His eyes widened at you but you acted like what you just said was an everyday normalcy. “Y/N.” He said seriously. You gave no response and he smirked slowly handing you a knife. “Don’t do that babe.” He shook his head. “You’ll have me acting up.”

You smiled but still didn’t say anything. Instead, you just talked with him about random things until you were done cutting the chicken and seasoning it. {with more than just salt people c’mon}

Anyway, after you set the chicken in the oven you decided to wait until about a half hour or so to start the sides because the chicken would take longer. Until then, Colson was just on his phone - his hip leaning against the counter, right in front of a cupboard that you “needed to get” something out of.

You walked up to him and held your lips out waiting for him to kiss you. He wanted more than just a little peck on the lip but still gave you one anyway. One of his hands landed gently on the side of your hip, and he watched as you ran your fingers up through your hair a few times to make sure it’d stay back.

His eyebrows went up, silently questioning you but instead of saying anything you trailed your hand down his chest until it reached his crotch, then you kneeled. 

“Woah Y/N.” he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands at the moment but he was grinning down at you. 

You didn't do what he thought you would do and was a little upset because what you actually did do was push him a little back saying, “Excuse me daddy.” And opening the cupboard that he was recently standing in front of. 

“God Y/N.” he exclaimed. There you go with that word again, and now?? “What are you tryna do here?” 

All he could do was look down at you with his fingers slightly twitching, slightly upset that he was not getting the attention he thought he was.

“Uhm...look for -”

“What are you looking for?” he was impatient.

“I don’t know I just lost my train of thought.” You lied. With every movement you made, you made sure to slightly get closer to his crotch and then move back again away from him.

You were quickly back on your feet again, not making eye contact with him, and he was frowning.

“You didn’t even get anything Y/N.” He said staring straight at your ass. Ever since you got up from kneeling on the floor his eyes have been on you, and never left. You could practically feel the tension and his frustration.

He moved across the kitchen and put his back to the wall watching you with his arms crossed over his chest. What were you doing to him?

This is when you decided to put the dishes away. First the pots and pans.

Since you had no pants on and just a large shirt, you knew that if you bent down, he would definitely be able to see your panties. So that’s what you did. You bent down putting the pots away, and he was definitely staring.

“You really gotta do all that? Wearing this right now?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked innocently.

“You’re lookin’ fine as fuck and you’ve just been teasing the hell out of me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try not to laugh but his reactions are priceless. You feel kind of bad, but it’s totally and completely worth it.

He rolled his eyes and stared at your ass as you put more dishes away. When you got to a dish that you had to put on a higher shelf you asked him to help you, and he excitedly agreed.

When he came up behind you to put the dish away, you made sure to rub your ass on him as he did so. This made him groan and pinch your hip lightly. Before he could say anything though, you were already across the room putting other dishes away. 

“Nuh uh come back here.” He complained.

“No! We have stuff to do! You keep getting distracted!” You shook your ass a little for him and he definitely took advantage of the view. “I’m just playing with you babe.” You laughed.

“Hell yeah! I can tell! You’re just tryna get me all turned on over here.”

You rolled your eyes at him and tried not to tell him it was a prank. You could last a little longer...hopefully.

Next you grabbed a banana from the basket on the counter and unpeeled it. He watched your every move especially when you started to teasingly take it down your throat and bite the tip when you pulled it back out. You weren’t looking anywhere but his eyes, and his was everywhere all over you and especially on your mouth.

“Y/N.” he stated. He was getting fed up now. “What are you doing?"

“I’m hungry daddy! You’re not?” You internally cringed at yourself and watched as he covered his hand with his mouth when you called him “daddy,” again. He chose not to say anything about that word but he definitely gave you a questionable look.

“So that’s how we eat bananas now?”

You shrugged and started giggling as he made his way over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his face into your neck and started kissing you there. But that wasn’t all. Instead of just keeping it at that, he begins to tickle your stomach and the sides of your body.

“Cols! Colson!” You laughed along with him. “Cols it was a prank! It’s a prank!”

He stopped and kissed your smiling lips. He followed your fingers as you pointed to the cameras you set up.

“What prank? See how hard you can make my dick? Cause I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that -” 

And you definitely did. You could feel his boner through his basketball shorts.

He kissed you on your lips longer this time - more passionately and pulled away with a huff when you gently squeezed him - there - and then stopped.

“You’re a fucking tease Y/N.” 

“You know it daddy.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Okay that’s it.” He groans and picks you up. Your legs wrap around his torso and his hands land on your ass. “Now let’s find out who’s the bigger tease.”

[loooopside]

UHM EXCUSE ME I- *𝒹𝓇ℴℴ𝓁𝓈*

Also, I know that 'blood' and all but look at those Eyes....

[anusha-swritings]

Beautiful Girl   YUNGBLUD

Summary: Dominic Harrison (yungblud) comforts his gf.

Warnings: Trigger Warning, Self doubt, slight suggestiveness

Masterlist

Reader’s POV

I was laying on my back on the bed on my phone, soon Dom came into my room and flopped onto the bed rolling over and laying his head on my stomach. I reached my hand down running my fingers through his hair and continued scrolling on my phone.

Soon I felt his hand move under his shirt and he rubbed his hand up and down my side. He did this a lot so I was pretty used to it, except today his hand was freezing cold. I squirmed away from him a bit, pushing his hand away gently and mumbling cold. HE continued to mess with me putting his hand on my upper thigh as I shuddered, squirmed, and giggled trying to get away. 

He warmed up his hands and continued to rub his hands up and down my side. “Your skin is so soft baby.” He hummed. Eventually he got tired and his hand started to slow down, feeling all the stretch marks and bumps on my side. As I felt his finger trace them, I tensed up suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Dom knows I feel insecure about my stretch marks, and a LOT of other things but my stretch marks are the worst. “Babe.” I whined pushing his hands away. “Your hands are too cold.” He sighs and just lays his head on my stomach.

After a few minutes Dom stood up and got ready to go to the studio. After he changed his shirt he looked at himself in the mirror and that's when I noticed he was VERY turned on. I stood up and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his stomach and resting my head between his shoulder blades. He turned around in my arms and pulled me into his chest. “Why are you so turned on?” I asked frustrated at how he finds me this attractive.

“Baby, what did I tell you when we woke up this morning hmm?” He asked, pulling away slightly so I could answer, but I just pushed my face into his chest and avoided answering the question. “I called you the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Not a woman, person. There’s no way for me to resist you. You’re too amazing.” 

I blushed and hid my face in his chest. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my face pressing his lips to mine. He laid me down on the bed and placed his head on my collar bone, cuddling till he had to leave. “Thank you.” I muttered staring at the ceiling. “You’re welcome, my beautiful girl.” He sighed, closing his eyes and hugging me tighter.

Taglist: @guiltydols​

[interstellarrambles]

rules. dh.

pairing: dominic harrison x female!reader

warnings: sex work and clear sexual undertones but nothing really explicit

a/n: so I'm not a sex worker but I have absolutely nothing but respect for sex workers and would love to try working in that sector at some point. this fic is entirely fictional and I have taken some artistic liberties as a result but if any sex workers have any advice on how to write sex workers or if I have gotten anything wrong or I've written anything disrespectful please let me know! this is gonna be a miniseries

dominic is rightfully angry at himself.

all his life, or at least the most recent parts of it where he's been able to call himself a rockstar, he has known that you just don't fall for a sex worker you're soliciting. eyes fuzzy and heart mushy, he can't manage two minutes around you without swooning and it honestly sickens everyone around him. (this includes himself sometimes too, though it doesn't seem as though you ever notice.)

lying in the shadows of your private room, Dom wonders how many men have sat where he is and thought of you in the way he currently is. quickly, he pushes that thought from his mind, wiping sleep from his eyes and vowing to do something about the love that has filled his heart.

exhaustion stunts the speed of his movements and his head gets stuck in the hole as he shoves his t-shirt on, at the exact moment you walk back into the room and let out a giggle at his predicament.

"fuck, love can I get a hand here?" he speaks before you can, and laughs along hoping you don't notice the blush spreading on his face as your hands aid him.

"that's not usually the context men ask me that question in, but I'll take it," you joke, passing him his ripped jeans and smiling in the middle of the room, wearing an oversized tshirt that used to be Dom's.

thighs peering out from under the hem of his old t-shirt, a cheesy grin spread across your lips: this is worthy of a million photos, and before you can adjust your position, Dom whips out his polaroid camera and takes one of you there. as he waits for it to develop, he holds it between his teeth and sets the camera down, laughing at your shocked face.

"you're just too beautiful love," he whispers, slowly padding over to you.

"you're such a sweet talker, I know what's on your mind." you giggle, a sound enriched as he pulls you onto the bed and straddles you, a grin spreading across his face too.

"now where would you get that idea from?"

..............

hickeys are off limits. that was your one rule.

knowing that it would devalue your work and put off potential customers, Dom usually seemed fine with it, sticking to bruises from his fingertips and sweet kisses instead of insistent biting.

under the red neon signs, something in him had changed tonight though and as your hips swayed against his, sweet gasps and torturous touches filling his senses, he begged you to give him one. hazy, caught up in the moment, you agreed and did as he asked. for all your feisty facades and promises you forced him to make, at the end of the day you'd do anything for dom. all he had to do was ask.

....................

gaudy neon light mixing with the morning sun spilled through the thin curtains, and Dom marvelled the way it shone onto your body, half hidden by your lacy attire. smirking, he noted you had worn his favourite, a bodice he had bought you as soon as he had the courage. despite it being more expensive than he would ever admit, it looked amazing on you and made his mouth water every time he caught a glimpse of it.

here and now, you had broken another rule. you weren't supposed to fall asleep with your clientele; not that either of you minded, but that meant you had to watch the other leave, torturous glances behind rolled up notes.

now though, with his gentle breath fanning your bare chest and his hands splayed on your waist, you tried to forget where you were and what this was. dreaming, you tried to come up with a million lifetimes you could have had with Dom; anything would be sweeter than this.

perhaps you were young lovers - this was your first time, clumsy and awkward yet still sweet. or maybe you could be married, two children in bedrooms across the hall, and this was a moment of peace before one ran in.

before you could close your eyes and further the daydream, both of you shook awake as the sound of Dom's phone buzzing separated you. bounding up and reaching to answer it, you helped him find his clothes and be on his way. Adam's voice yelled through the speaker and you deduced Dom was late for a studio meeting, and though you know you should have been bothered, you found it sweet he forgot about it for you.

"alright mate I'll be there in five tops," and he ended the call, rolling his eyes as he smiled over at you, "fucking hell, I'm sorry love."

padding over lightly to him, you offered him a smile and his t-shirt, which he put on and returned softly.

then you noticed it. in all its glory.

burning into his skin, a patch of bluish purple, singed yellow and black in places, the bruise you'd bitten into his collarbone showing fully over the collar of his shirt. as his eyes followed your gaze in the mirror, he let out a proud laugh and his face filled with glee.

"it looks cool as fuck!" he almost shouts, before hugging his goodbyes and leaving a note on the side. right as he ends the hug, he looked at you as though he was going to say something but nothing came out.

you couldn't quite hide the way it tore at you when he shut the door and you heard his heavy feet get further away. running your fingers gently across your collarbone exactly where his bruise would be, you wished things were different.

maybe one day, maybe.

[liafics]

hi! I’ve been feeling a little sad lately and reading your things really helped me, thank you! Could you do a hc of reader cuddling with dom? stay safe, much love!

you’re so sweet, thank you angel! i hope you’re feeling a little bit better, don’t hesitate to message me anon or privately if you ever wanna talk 

spooning spooning spooning

he gets extra clingy whilst cuddling, which you obviously adore

always moving his hands - holding your hands tightly, then caressing your cheek, and also playing with your hair

sometimes he would softly trace little shapes on your tummy or thighs

it’s never quiet for too long, he’s always humming or softly whispering

you’d wear his t shirts and sweaters which are extra comfy

he’d always comment on how you look adorable in them, he’s such a sweetheart honestly

little kisses on your shoulders whilst he’s the big spoon

usually a movie might be playing in the background, but it’s never the focus

he’d ask you if you want to talk about what’s on your mind, but never too pushy and gives you space

sometimes you’d just lay on the bed, your head on his chest and you listen to his heartbeat, finding it rather comforting

omg what if he softly reads you a book, that would be adorable

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Can I have something of Dominic Harrison being rough with the reader. Like Daddy's little Brat type of thing with a lot of spanking and dirty talk. So basically just rough smut

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

oh gosh i wanted to write this so much so-

first: if you behaving like a little brat in front of dominic, deal with the thought that you gonna be treated like a little fucktoy. 

after one boring day, you want a little excitement and affect on dominic, just send him a risk photo while he’s in the studio

he calls you in the bathroom, his voice is husky and fucking horny 

“what the fuck are you doin’, babygirl? do you know what bad girls get?” “and what if i want that, daddy?” you hear his hiss, smirking in victory

“i’ll be at home in 10 min. on the bed in that fucking underwear, understand?” and before you can answer, he ends the call. 

you prepare everything, and when you lay on the bed, you hear the door’s opening and the loud shut, dominic kicks his shoes off, dropping his stuffs on the couch, hurries to you

“oh you have that fucking bratty smile, don’t you?” he walks up to you, grabbing your chin and giving you a long, sloppy kiss. you want to grab his shirt and straddle his lap, but he pushes you off, going to the closet, grabbing out one black silk ribbon

“because you sent me a picture about your pretty pussy, and the others almost saw it, you won’t gonna be able to see how i give you what you want.” he pulls you in his lap, knotting the ribbon behind your skull

“but daddy, i didn’t wanted-” “you played your cards, baby, and you were really bad. what did i say, how many spanks get those babygirls who behaved really bad?” 

he cups your heat down there, you let out a heated whine, you snatch for his hand but he’s faster; grabbing your wrist above your head 

“and don’t try to lie to me, babygirl, because you only gonna get more” dominic growls into your ear. “now, how many spanks bad girls get?” he continues, circling on your clothed folds, only eraning more and more wetness

your mind is foggy and only want’s to feel his thick fingers inside of you

“i-i think... maybe 20?” he laughs, leans closer to your hear, biting your ear-lobe

“you are so smart babygirl. now... on your stomach. if you count every spank, i’ll stop before 20, but if you fail just once... we gonna back to square one, okay?” 

you nod, laying down onto his lap, waiting for the first smack!

dominic slaps your buttcheek so hard that you moan from pain and pleasure too. “o-one!” you yell, he strokes your ass, than giving you another one

after the sixth or seventh, he grabs your hands, sits you back to head of the bed, pulling down your panties as fast as he can, stroking your throbbing core “do you want it bad, princess?” you nod hesitantly, bucking your hips into his hand “then tell me, how much you want it” 

“i want it so bad, please... i want you to feel inside me, want to fill me up so well i can’t take it more” you babble, dominic grabs your neck, pulling you into a mouth-watering kiss, your theeths knocking against each other, he slips his fingers inside you

you gasp, need to earn from him more and more “please daddy, please” 

“you don’t know how precious and sexy you are under my touch, my fingers inside you” he runs his fingers through your hair, you hear the zipping of his pants, the soft lifting and drowning of the bed let you know that he gonna give you the biggest bliss 

“on your stomach, now” he groans, and when you done, he leads his cock on your ass, you feel that his pre-cum leaking on your skin, you want to orgasm just from the feeling “oh fuck, babygirl, you are so bad” 

he enters you with a hard, massive move, you cry out as you feel him filling you up entirely, clutching your hands behind your back

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck” he hisses, placing his hands on your waist as he begin to slam into you, the first moves are teasingly slow 

after the first ones, he become impatient, fucks you with fast, hard moves, you feel as his member hits your insides everytime so perfect

dominic leads his hand on your ass, patting it a little bit “wich side do you wanna receive your next slap, hm? the left, or the right? left... or right” when you don’t answer, he grabs your hip and rams into you so hard that you feel yourself destroyed, the orgasm grows up in your abdomen like a catching fire “fucking. answer. me!” by each word, he hits your g-spot, but slows down, you scratch your wrists so hard, you are sure that the little half moons gonna be there for days

but before you can say anything during two whines, dominic hits your right buttcheek, earning a high pitched “daddy!” from you

“silly girl, thought that you rule daddy” he chuckles, but moans when you clench around him “you wanna cum, princess? fucking hell, i can feel you want to”

“i wanna, please, daddy, i... i wanna-” you can’t end the sentence because dominic becomes so fast that you lose your mind, cries and moans escpaing from your mouth, especially repeating his name

“that’s it, cum on me, yes, come on, babygirl” and when he runs his hand through your clit, your orgasm blows you up like a bomb

you pant fast and quietly, feeling dominic’s warmness filling you up

“fuck, babygirl” he growls, stroking your hips as he pulls out, collapsing beside you

you roll on your side, hugging dominic, he hesitantly kisses your forehead while panting

“you never learn, babygirl, don’t you?” he smiles, stroking your jawline, stroking your lips with his

“i love you, dominic” you whisper, burying your head in his neck. he strokes your hair, pulling a blanket on the two of you

“i love you too, babygirl. even your angelic and bratty side.” 

[hoewkeyesblue]

love language | d.h.

Uhhhh, hello! Don’t be mad at me, I know I disappeared for months and now I just show up posting a fuckin drabble with yungblud (“he ain’t even in your list, ma’am” I KNOW). I’m just going through a writer’s block and I discovered him last week, I guess, and fell in love with his music in a way that I couldnt even tell. Dominic is making me feel safe and loved and I appreciate that, so there’s a little fluff with him cause WHY NOT.

I got the prompt “Whats your love language?” “English, I guess?” from @easy-as-a-and-b and that’s all, I suppose.

Enjoy!

“so, what’s your love language?”

you looked up to see your boyfriend sitting across the room, all smiley and looking curious as fuck. putting the computer aside, you raised an eyebrow and said:

“ummmm... english, i guess?”

he laughed out loud, getting up and walking to sit next to you.

“no, no, no, babe! i was reading about it just now and it’s so fookin cool. there are five love languages uh, lemme read it for ya...”

dom was so excited about it that you couldn’t help but smile, listening and - trying to - focusing on what he was saying. all you could think about was how much you loved him.

“now tell me, what’s yours?”, he asked again after reading it all.

“that’s hard. physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation... i see myself in all of them! i guess my love language is just love, does that count?”, you pouted, smiling when he smiled in response.

“yeah, babe, it definitely counts”, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “if ya wanna know, i guess my love language it’s love, too.“

“i guess we just can’t limit love.”

“nah, we can’t. especially when it comes to us...”, he murmured, kissing your forehead and then your nose and cheeks and lips.

oh, god.

you loved him.

[insanedollhouse]

Do you eever when you read smut just

[chloenotfound404]

Anyone have any requests for The 1975, 5SOS, YUNGBLUD, MGK, or anything??? Those are the ones I’m feeling to write about!!

[hangovercurse]

Past Mistakes

Y/N and Dom broke up 8 months ago, but now he’s back on her doorstep with flowers in his hand

Dom x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I might make a (smutty) part 2 to this if any of you want it... Also let’s just say this took place in 2020 because I needed a non-Covid world for plot points :)

Word Count: 1860

The first two months after Dom left were probably the hardest of your life. You barely ate, you barely slept, and other than going to classes you barely ever left your house. You threw yourself into your classwork, studying for hours on end and working constantly. Anything not to think about him.

The next few months, you got better. You started to move on, accepting that he was no longer a part of your life, at least not like he was. You started to go out with your friends more, started taking better care of yourself. 

After 5 months, he reached out to you, in a text. 

I know I have no right to ask you this, and you have no obligation to respond, but you’ve always been my number one supporter. I’m having a bit of trouble at the moment and could really use a friend. I was hoping we could get that back? Just friends.

It was... disappointing. Even though you swore up and down you were moving on, you couldn’t shake how upset you were. You’d secretly always hoped the next time he reached out to you would be him asking for forgiveness, to be taken back. 

But you supposed friends couldn’t hurt. 

Just friends

You responded. And everything seemed to be normal. 

Apparently, “just friends” meant random texts and snapchats from Dom about the places he would go when he was on tour, his random midnight thoughts about the universe and dinosaurs, and comforting him when his insecurities overwhelmed him. He, of course, returned the favor, though you were more than hesitant to break down any walls for him. 

Part of you was glad he’d broken things off before going on tour. You would be stuck in your small town while he was in a different city every night. Your newfound friendship was hard enough as it is given the time differences and the fact that you could only see him through a phone screen. You honestly couldn’t imagine pining for him while you stayed at home, even though you kind of did that for the first few months anyways.

So that was how life had been for the last 8 months. Once you’d gotten your shit together, you and Dom had a steady friendship over facetime for 6 months. You were still in school, Dom was still touring and making music. You were both as happy as you could be in that moment.

Or at least you were. 

It had only taken Dom three days to realize how badly he’d fucked up. Well, he knew before he’d even broken up with you that it would hurt. But sitting at the airport, wanting nothing more than to text you, he realized how bad this tour would be without you waiting for him at home. 

But he couldn’t put you through that heartache, it would be selfish of him. He thought if he’d let you go, you wouldn’t have to be upset when he couldn’t be with you for 8 months. But after 2 months of hell, Adam finally convinced him he needed to reach out to you. Even just as friends. 

But truthfully, after 6 months of that, he didn’t know how much longer he could stay friends. He missed holding you while watching movies, missed you bringing him tea when he was writing, missed showing up at your flat at 3 in the morning just to dance around your house. He missed your lips, your skin, your eyes. The way you reached for him first thing after you’d woken up, how you would drag him out of bed to go for a late night adventure, how your eyes would shine when he surprised you with a cute gift or date. 

And you couldn’t say you didn’t miss him too. You’d tried going out with the people your friends set you up with, but no one compared to Dom. No one understood you like him. As silly as it sounded when you’d say it to yourself, you were pretty sure you were made for each other. You’d never find anyone to compare to him. And maybe that’s why “just friends” stung so much.

You were sat on your sofa, laptop in front of you, working on an assignment to keep your mind off the fact that it was Friday night and all of your friends were out on dates and you were on your sofa, doing schoolwork. 

Your plan was working surprisingly well, until you finished said assignment. Then you were just left to sit and wallow in your own self pity, wishing anyone were there to cuddle and kiss. Well, maybe not anyone. 

Eventually, you decided a movie would be a good distraction from your thoughts, so you pulled up Netflix on your TV, scrolling through the movie selection. As you landed on Princess and the Frog, there was a knock on your door. 

You raised your eyebrow slightly, curious as to who might be at your door this late. Nevertheless you trudged over to the door in your oversized sweatpants and ripped up Guns n’ Roses shirt. 

You opened the door to reveal a bouquet of pink and black roses in the hands of none other than your ex-boyfriend-turned-friend, Dominic Harrison. 

When he saw you in person for the first time in 8 months, he could only stare, taking in all of your beauty. Every feature was so familiar to him, yet so changed. And every second he spent on your doorstep, taking you in, he fell even more back in love with you. 

You didn’t know what to think. You would have never in a million years expected him to show up at your door with flowers. And pink and black flowers at that. Your mutual favorite colors. 

Finally, he gained the courage to speak, “Hey, Y/N.” He was trying his hardest not to stutter as he extended his arm with the flowers, handing them to you. 

You took the flowers, a small smile making its way on your face. “Um, hey Dom. What’s up?” You were finding it hard to look at his face, worried that if you did you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from kissing him. 

“I was hoping we could talk?” You nodded, moving out of the doorway to let him walk into your small living room. 

Your eyes followed his back, taking in every detail of him as you could. You couldn’t help but think about how natural he looked in your flat, how at home he was. 

You snapped out of your thoughts as he turned to face you. You closed the door and followed him into the room. “It’s good to see you again. Like, in real life.” You told the truth, seeing him in your flat was like a breath of fresh air after the fog of the last 8 months. 

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked, taking you aback. Your mind started running through every possible thing he might want to say to you. 

“You can always be honest with me.” You told him, trying to maintain a calm facade, though underneath you were freaking out. 

What if he wants to tell me that being friends was a mistake? What if he thinks our relationship was a mistake? Maybe he is only still friends with me because he feels bad for me.

“Ok, there’s no way to say this any other way so I’m just gonna go for it.” He took a deep breath, “I’m still in love with you.”

He paused, gauging your reaction. You felt as if every cell in your body froze. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d wanted him to say those words. 

“I never really stopped, if I’m honest. I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since I left.” 

You seemed to come back to your senses, a blush reaching your face as you glanced down to your feet and back up to meet his eyes. “I- um” You started.

“I know you probably don’t feel the same thing and I don’t blame you I just couldn’t keep living without telling you that.” Dom interrupted, speaking faster out of nervousness. He had begun to pace around the living room, something you had seen many times before.

“Dom, I-”

“God I was so stupid to let you go. I thought it would help me miss you less while I was away but I’ve just missed you more.” He ran a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. 

“Dominic, can I talk please?” You chuckled as he turned to face you, stopping in his tracks. The look on his face was so soft and scared. You realized how much he still cared for you and how scared he was to lose you.

“Dom, I never stopped loving you either, dork.” You walked over to him, placing the flowers on your coffee table and grabbing his hands. 

His eyes went wide at your touch and he looked down at his feet, occasionally glancing up to your interlocked hands. “I, um, I thought you would hate me...”

“I don’t think I could ever hate you,” you whispered, “I was hurt at first, like really. I was a mess.” You chuckled, remembering the many nights spent crying in your bed. “But I never hated you. And when you texted me I just- I dunno. It hurt that all you wanted was friends but I couldn’t live without you in my life. I know it sounds cheesy and shit but like, I never stopped wanting you to come back to me.”

At some point in your spiel, Dom looked up at you, a smile growing on his face. Your eyes finally met and it was like something clicked. Like all the feelings that you had been repressing from the last 8 months were finally surfacing. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. Instead of responding, you lifted yourself onto your toes and connected your lips to his. His hands moved to grab your waist, leaning down into the kiss. Your hands travelled to his chest, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other continuing up to his neck. 

Your lips melded with his in the most natural way, almost like you’d never taken a break from each other. 

Once you pulled away you nuzzled your face into his chest, taking in the familiar smell of Dom. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you moved your hands to wrap around his middle. “I missed you.” You mumble into his shirt before looking up to him again. “Don’t leave me again.” You whispered, “please?” 

He leaned down, rubbing your nose with his. “I won’t, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled against him. 

“Can we watch Princess and the Frog now?” He asked with a chuckle. “I saw it on when I came in and its been on my mind since.” 

You giggled, nodding as you pulled him down onto your couch, cuddling up to him and pressing play. 

[pretyybraindead]

Warnings: fluff(?)

Summary: Dom tries to make you feel better taking a bath together.

A/N: sorry if there's some spelling mistakes, it's my frist time writing something in English. Anyways, hope you like it <3

Dominic had been watching you the last fifteen minutes and the situation was strating to get a little weird.

—Dom, what do you want?

After minutes of not talking, you finally said something

—I want you to tell me what's wrong.

—Nothing.

Dominic knew that something was wrong. You had been thougthful and quieter than normal that week plus you had been in bed for hours. Normally you were the frist on wake up and spent the morning exercising, cleaning, studying or you went to the university but that Saturday morning you hadn't done anything of that. You spend all the morning lying in bed while looking stupid things in your social media of playing silly games on your phone.

—Something bad is happening to you

You couldn't help but smile, he seemed so cute to you when he was worried.

—It's nothing bad, I promise. I just don't feel good, I don't feel like doing anything today.

—Are you sad?, Is something I did?

You smiled again.

—No, it's okay. I just don't feel motivated enough.

Dominic spent a few seconds thinking about what to do to try to make you feel better. He hated seeing you sad or unmotivated.

—Maybe taking a hot bath makes you feel better.

—Can we take that hot bath together?

—Of course!

Now Dominic seemed more happy and energetic.

Some seconds later, Dominic went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub. Meanwhile you got up slowly and went straight to your favorite part of the room. It was a simple shleve full of candles of all colors, sizes and scents. After some minutes, you decided to grab a ligth purple candle that smelled like lavander. You also grabbed a lighter and went straight to the bathroom.

When you entered the bathroom, you found Dominic sitting in the toilet while the bathtub was filling. Has soon has you entered, Dom returned his eyes to you. While you placed and lit the candle Dominic followed your smooth movements with his gaze.

—Can I help you to take that off?

Asked Dominic, referring to your pijama. You nodded in response.

Dom got up quickly and started to undress you. The frist thing he took off was your big t-shirt leaving you with just a pair of panties. He took some seconds to admire your body. Even if you didn't looked like a model, every inch of your nude body drove him crazy. While you were taking off your underwear, Dominic started to undress himself too.

Once you were fully naked you got into the tub carefully and soon after Dominic got in too.

The bathtub wasn't very big, but you both managed to fit comfortably. Dominic was sitting with his legs stretched out and a little bit open, you sat on top of him in the same position. He was wrapping his arms around your torso while drawing different shapes on your back with his fingers and your foreheads were together, leaving our faces a few millimeters away.

—I luv ya.

The thick accent of Dominic made you smile.

—I love you too babe.

After saying that, you leaved an inocent and short kiss on his lips.

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