#dom harrison imagines

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YUNGBLUD, Dan Reynolds - original me

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Not to steal one of @triplexdoublex 's boys but I saw this and it felt like the perfect reaction to Dom's 'U up?' pic 👀

This is the pic you get late at night followed by a 'wha u doing? U up? 😉' text 🖤

[xxsycamore]

╰┈➤ It’s Halloween night at the Crown caste, and you’re looking for some fun.

- William, Harrison, Liam, Elbert, Alfons, Jude, Ellis, Roger, Victor, Ring, Nica, Darius x f!reader

[ ◄ PART 1 ] - ◉ PART 2 - [ PART 3 ►]

• rating: 🔞 E (MDNI) • tags: Monsterfucking; Human/Monster; Mythical Beings & Creatures; Manipulation; Mildly Dubious Consent; Curse play; Non-Human Genitalia; Anonymous Sex; Masquerades; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Size Difference; Size Kink; Power Dynamics; Power Imbalance; Power Play; Corruption; Multiple Orgasms; Dom/sub; Fondling; Manhandling; Near Death Experiences; Adrenaline; Flying Sex; Predator/Prey; Tail Sex; Tail Play; Possessive Behavior; Cervix Penetration; Oviposition; Eggpreg; Breeding; Unplanned Pregnancy • wordcount:  3,264 • masterlist

a/n: I got this idea for a story that is similar to Nine Nights, but without any plot or continuity between the different parts whatsoever. Unless, of course, you want to imagine that all of these take place one after another (poor Reader)... Monsterfucking is a new territory for me, so please bear with me. Once again, I tried leaving you with enough hints about who is who and I hope you can have fun guessing them lol

Dubcon warning: The reader seeks out physical intimacy on her own from the very beginning, however, some suitors use their curses' abilities on her without her being aware of it.

NEW: I made a playlist for this fic! It consists of 12 songs, one for each scenario. Enjoy <3

VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024/ KINKTOBER DAY 31: Non-human characters/traits

❝ MONSTER VILLAINS' NIGHT. ❞ (PART 2)

V. A fearful Demon King

"You're doing such a good job, little one. Keep rising and falling on me."

Dark shadows enfold the throne upon which the Demon King sits, with you seated on his large cock, steadily fucking yourself on it. His power is great and fearsome, making you dizzy when you try to look into the blurry memory of where you were just a handful of minutes ago or how it all led to this. You just know that if you were given the chance to go back, you'd still choose the same fate.

"Haaah… It's so big! I can't go any faster, my Lord… nghhh…."

From the moment you came to understand that the powerful being has chosen you to service him, you felt far more honored than scared. It all changed when he revealed his monstrous cock to you. With its shiny onyx-colored base and angry red head, mirroring the coloration of the twin horns on top of the Demon King's head, what intimidated you most was the girth of it. You were sure you wouldn't be able to fit something the width of your fist inside you, and you expressed those concerns to your Lord through a series of pathetic sobs, not failing to show him how much you wish you could, of course.

Then he did something unexplainable yet very simple at the same time. He used his clawed hand - the limb elegant despite its inhumanly size and black color - the pointy tip of his blood-red claw tipped your chin upwards so you could meet his demonic gaze. Looking into his crimson irises made all your hesitation go away in a flash, and suddenly you knew it was going to be alright.

Next thing you knew, you were piercing yourself on his length, letting it stretch you open and ruin you for everyone else. Not that it matters, you belong to your Lord now - the way he caves a room for himself inside you, you can only feel that he owns you now, body and mind.

The fluids seeping from his bulbous head acted like a lubricant that made your tight hole accommodate him bit by bit until he was all the way in, and you could only writhe in pleasure and haphazardly stroke your clit as the orgasms overcame you one after the other. The fear of doing something so indecent and selfish without his permission made you snap out of it, but your lord only kept the smirk on his face, encouraging you to keep going.

Even now that you've just let him know that the big intrusion inside you is preventing you from speeding up, he seems to be relaxing back in his throne, contently watching you struggle on your own. Your boldness grows with the need to push yourself over the edge in yet another orgasm, and while doing so, you reach for the black, curved horns on top of his head. You're clearly out of your mind to be doing that, so you search for his gaze that will decide your fate for you.

"I allow it."

A moan rips out of your throat, followed by a dozen blabby and brainless thank-you's. The new leverage works in your favor as you spasm and gush around the red-black appendage inside you, feeling it further stretching your walls on every rise and fall of your hips.

Without any awareness of the passage of time, it seems like you've been lost in this euphoric trance for an eternity before he finally grows bored of your pace. The demonic hand that he previously propped up his chin with is now snaking its way down your little human body, having a delectable taste of your soft parts with a squeeze there and there, before finally settling on your waist. His other hand joins too, and suddenly you have no power over your own movements - he grounds you to his lap easily, making you take his cock all the way in, before starting to move you up and down on his own will.

You feel light in his hold, your brain clearing out of any remaining thoughts that you previously had to keep into, when something still depended on you. The new wave of pleasure you're granted is stronger than anything you've felt, and you can only hear the obscene sounds of sticky fluids leaking from the place you're connected, your body locked in an eternal state of climax.

The last thing you feel is an overwhelming fullness deep in your womb that seems to go on forever, before you're finally settled down on the powerful being's torso, a clawed hand stroking the underside of your chin as your consciousness slips away.

VI. A deceitful Angel

The man dressed all in white has been standing out from the crowd all throughout the night, but he's even more remarkable now up close, you must admit. While he talks to you with his harmonically sweet voice, all you can focus on is the way his skin seems to glow under the scarce light of the eerily decorated hall. He's quite friendly, his golden eyes warm and inviting, as he suggests exploring the stairs to the roof of the castle.

You think nothing of it, sneaking off with him like a pair of juveniles as his laughter rings through the narrow spiral staircase. The night sky becomes a beautiful backdrop to his figure, and soon you're enamored enough of him to confess with a little chuckle that he looks like an angel. He gives you a mysterious smile, putting a slender finger in front of his lips, and in the next second a beautiful pair of wings spread wide on his back.

You're mesmerized by the sight, not believing your eyes - the angel-like stranger seems to be reading your mind at that moment because he evidently wants to show you just how real they are.

Namely, by pulling you by the hand where he stands at the edge of the rooftop, making you fall forward ontop of him, and right off the edge.

Your scream is sincere as you rapidly approach the ground, eyes squeezing shut as you say goodbye to your life, but the inevitable impact never comes. Instead, you're airborne, carried on the wings of the now laughing stranger who gave you the scare of your life. He never struck you as someone so cruel, but just as you're about to conclude he's no angel, you're given an even bigger reason to think that way. His wings suddenly strip their white color, feathers darkening as if covered by tar, until they become completely black.

"Are you enjoying the flight? I'd say the world looks far better from above. But we can make the sight even more enjoyable."

The sweet voice whispers those words close enough to your ear to send shivers, as you have no choice but to cling to him for dear life. His hands are free while yours are locked tightly around his neck, and he puts them to good use, moving them down your body and under the layers of fabric, baring you little by little.

"Ahh-Why-"

"Why not? You said that I'm an angel, didn't you? Maybe I just want to show you what heaven feels like, little bird."

If he's an angel, he's for sure a fallen one; someone like him has surely been punished for committing a despicable sin. Yet you can't help but moan at the way you're manhandled in the air, placed over his hot length, as it penetrates you in one long, slow thrust.

"Ahhhh! Nghh!"

You've never been in such a position, feeling so powerless but also feeling so good, your weight naturally falling on his cock with every flap of his wings. The celestial being cradles you close, giving you yet another illusion that he's being generous while in truth just using you for his own pleasure, a warm and tight sleeve to manipulate up and down in the air as he sees fit. Looking down makes you dizzy, as he practically holds your life in his hands, and you will yourself to concentrate on the growing pleasure that inevitably comes with the ordeal he puts you through, one that is greater than anything you've felt before. If you make it out alive, you'll remember it for the rest of your life.

"Aren't you enjoying this a lot, hmm? Don't you want to soar in the skies with me forever? How delightful will it be if you grew a pair of wings of your own, right here?"

He trails a deft finger across your back, dragging it upwards, right between your shoulder blades. It coincides with the fire inside you engulfing you to the point of no return, and you come undone on his cock, clinging to the body keeping you safe.

"It will hurt a little, but it will be all worth it. Don’t you want it? To help create a beautiful world by my side?"

As the angelic laughter rings in your ears, you feel a gush of liquid shoot inside you, and you begin to wonder why his offer seems so tempting at this very moment.

VII. A ferocious Minotaur

Going out in the garden for some fresh air shouldn't necessarily entail getting lost in the hedge maze, yet here you are.

As you turn yet another corner, fighting off the surprise of discovering a new dead end, you tell yourself that getting out of here can’t be that hard. Luckily the party is not ending any time soon, so maybe no one will notice your absence while you're on your own impromptu adventure. You won't speak of it afterward, that's for sure.

However, there's something entirely different that's been bothering you as you walk through the labyrinth-like walls of greenery, and that's the strong sense of being followed that you've been feeling for some time now. Not like eyes on your back, but rather, like a lingering sense of danger that you're about to run into any second now. You approach the next corner with caution, look behind, and relax enough to make fun of yourself in your head. But that only lowers your guard enough to make you scream with surprise when out of nowhere, a hand reaches for your shoulder.

"Hey, calm down. Are you alright? I've been trying to catch up with you for some time now. You appear to be running in circles. Are you lost?"

The man behind you is of large build, the pair of horns protruding from his brown hair only adding to his already admirable height, even if they're more sprawling at the sides of his head rather than from above - not unlike those of a ram. It's strange; for a moment there you had the feeling he'd been hunting you down towards this place in the center of the maze, but he doesn't seem to be ill-intended.

"W-Well- Not really, I just went out to get some fresh air, and-"

It must be pride that prevents you from accepting his help, or the fact that reaching the spacious center of the maze gives you the illusion of having made it halfway out of it without any help. Either way, the man lets out a short, wry laugh, almost mockingly so.

"I see. You are one of those who linger alone in here, looking for fun."

"T-That's not it! I honestly just meant to-"

The man steps in closer to you, his heavy boots coming to almost touch the tip of your own shoes now, and the difference in your builds is intimidatingly evident at that moment.

"How about this. You will try and make it out of here on your own. But if you fail, if I catch you - I will have my fun with you, there on the spot."

You can't believe yourself when the cold sweat beading at the base of your nape is not enough to stop you from giving it a thought. Maybe you were looking for some fun, maybe it was your frustration with failing to find fun that led you out of the hall to "take a breather" and get rid of the irritating arouse you've been feeling for some time - why hesitate just because you didn't expect to find your ticket to the entertainment here, in the garden?

The animalistic aura of the man and his respectable size gives you just enough push to make this fair, to actually give it your all before you fall into his hands. 

***

Well, you can't say that you didn't put up a fight.

The brown-haired man seems to enjoy pinning you down and restricting you just as much as you enjoy protesting in his strong hold, testing the strength of his toned arms. It's humiliating, feeling the cold cobblestone ground under your hands and knees, but you don't want anything to break the immersion of being his prey.

Though, he gives you enough to feed the fantasy as it is. Until you doubt it's a fantasy anymore. Not when something large and tapered and inhuman prods at your hole.

"W-What-"

"You stay quiet and take it, 'lil lady. That's your punishment for getting caught."

You feel your brain beginning to melt with the intrusion of the tapered head of his girthy cock, and you brace yourself for being this monster's plaything, hearing him groan above you as he bottoms out.

You need to think about making it out of the maze at some point too, but right now you're not very capable of that.

VIII. A possessive Dragonkin

(CW: oviposition, breeding, unplanned pregnancy)

You noticed something being amiss the very second you entered the room. This is his territory, that much is certain - and you let him walk you in here willingly. As his grip around your waist tightens, tongue long since down your throat in a breath-stopping kiss, your half-lidded eyes catch hazy glimpses of the space. The moonlight seeping from the windows helps you make up the contours of piles upon piles of objects of various shapes and colors covering every surface. Most of them shiny, intricate, antique, scattered around without order yet clearly kept with purpose.

At the very center of it all, you're being undressed by restless hands that seemingly want to reveal way more of your skin than is necessary for a simple, short-lived tryst between strangers. You expect his touch to be cold, but every part of you becomes scorching hot under his fingertips. His skin is smooth as it glides against yours, the moon making it glow almost, as he aims to maximize the contact between your bodies.

You want to touch him back, but something long, strong and scaly wraps around your middle, lifting you up with ease and suspending you in the air. Is that his... tail? You kick your feet at the loss of gravity, afraid that he will drop you, but he simply watches you squirm and struggle with his slitted icy-blue eyes.

"Mine."

The sudden pressing of his cock against your drenched entrance distracts you from this strange surge of possessiveness. Your limbs tremble as he bottoms out, the blunt tip of his appendage brushing against your cervix and sending electricity through your writhing form, a mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelms your senses.

With every thrust, it becomes easier, as your body not only becomes more pliable towards his size, but it also begins to crave more. It's like the precome smeared on his tip numbed your cervix, because you suddenly don't mind the feeling of him knocking on it on every thrust.

"Mine."

The whisper is followed by a grunt, and it makes you look at the stranger's face again. He's looking at you, yet it's like he's not seeing you; fixated on something underneath the surface, even his mantra of possessiveness is voiced out solely out of his own necessity to say it and not directed towards you. You reach out a hand and brush it against his pale, smooth cheek. Your fingertips graze blond hair locks and aim higher up, where a pair of pointy horns stand tall on the top of his head. They're translucent and blue in color, as if cut out from pure sapphire, and you're mesmerized by the sight, by all of him. Even if his tail wraps snuggly around you to keep you in place, his pace is rather rough, and one particularly sharp thrust has you grasping at those beautiful horns for support.

You're rewarded with a growl, and the sound of it makes your insides squeeze around the thick cock that continues to mercilessly pound your cunt. In a haze, you barely notice how the very tip of his tail snakes its way towards your clit and begins to stroke it.

"Ahhh!" You throw your head back as pleasure rocks your body, a powerful climax ripping through you. As your mind blanks out, you register your need growing tenfold despite having just orgasmed. In answer, he doesn't as much as slow down his thrusts, giving you exactly what you want.

Suddenly, you begin to feel a strange bulb at the base of his cock that presses more and more into your entrance, as if moving higher. The rational part of your brain, barely functioning, sends worrisome signals, but the part that wants this easily overpowers it. You don't need to understand it. You only need to think of the undiscovered pleasure that awaits you with that delicious stretch. Your walls pulsate helplessly around it, an itch that nothing else would be able to scratch, you're ruined for everything else at that very moment. The bulb slowly moves higher, making its way to your bruised cervix, until it finally presses against it, firmly.

There is a sense of resistance for a second, until finally, something pops inside. Tears of overstimulation gather in the corners of your eyes, and you feel something small and rounded nestling deep inside, in your uterus. It makes you orgasm on the spot, body thrashing around in the strong hold you're being kept in, as your vision turns to white for a mere second.

A gush of liquid follows, and you open your eyes to see the one doing this to you breathing rapidly as he too reaches his orgasm. His seed floods you, seeping into your dilated cervix without anything to hold it back, and drenches the egg resting in your womb. A rush of realization goes to your fucked-out mind and you just know, with every cell on your body, and by some ancient design, that whatever he put inside you has been fertilized successfully in that very moment.

"Mine."

You hear the wicked mantra leave his lips one last time before you pass out, and you briefly have the opportunity to worry about your future. Is he going to keep you here forever? Or maybe your purpose will end with expelling the egg once it finishes its growth, to add another treasure to his collection. You can't help but wonder, when he says "mine", why is it that you don't mind whether he's referring to you or the good incubator that your womb makes?

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Your Villain... on a Leash!?

18+ | Suggestive Content | MDNI | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

How would your favorite member of Crown react if you asked them to wear a collar and a leash for you...?

CW: Suggestive content, Dom/Sub dynamics, puppy/pet play, possible deviations from canon, fem reader, nothing super, super explicit, but these men are filthy so...

AN: Just more of my domming-the-Villains agenda! I feel like most (?) of the members of Crown are tops/doms, so it's fun to imagine them as subs! I just want to boss them all around so bad! Lol, Enjoy!! hehehe

William Rex

Will would have a lot of fun with this. He'd be beyond delighted that you are asserting yourself and asking for something that you desire, especially something that is so naughty. He's not usually the submissive type (his power can literally get him anything he wants lol) but he decides to indulge you because you're so cute when you're bossy. But! Unbeknownst to you, he is already scheming to one day lead you around on a leash in return. But until then he’d be grinning and panting like a true puppy, really playing it up and testing how affectionate of a pup you can handle! It's almost overwhelming! He might even bark!

Harrison Gray

Haha, I can't imagine Harry getting into this, but he might reluctantly wear a collar just for you. It'd have to be a time when no one else would see. He'd be too embarrassed! He would probably draw the line at being led around on a leash. Harry seems like more of a cat than a puppy... He'd come to you eventually and you could at least praise him for being such a sweet boy, enjoying the blush that he tries so hard to cover up. ;)

Liam Evans

Liam is kind of already wearing a collar, how convenient. He would get soooo turned on by this activity lol. The idea of you tugging him around, keeping him close to you all day, petting and praising him...? It would drive him wild. He'd want to do this all the time. He'd lick you and pant and everything. Liam is so obsessed with his mistress. He’d get really into being your sweet, doting puppy that he'd actually whine when you try to take off his collar lmao.

Elbert Greetia

Wouldn’t mind this at all! Actually he’d kind of be into it because it would signal that you want to keep him by your side all the time. He wouldn’t be the most effusive or expressive pup but he would be sweetly, silently awaiting your praises and caresses while you lead him around. The way he doesn't take his eyes off of you like a loyal guard dog is so endearing to you. Once you two are alone, he'd start begging for even more affection from his mistress...

Alfons Sylvatica

Hahahaha! Who knows! Would Alfons be into this? Hard to say! He's so kinky, but he also gives the impression that he likes to be the one in control. He’d probably like to see you try to be his master, and he might even get unexpectedly turned on at this display of assertiveness from you? But... I can’t imagine him being a well-behaved puppy. He'd probably do everything in his power to fuck with you haha. He'd be all like, "isn't it your job to train me?" Yeesh. Roger Barel

“Ooh...? And where would you lead me to, hm?” He’s actually kind of intrigued by this request from you. Roger is a certified top, but since it's you he'd want to see how you go about this. For science, of course. He would love having so many opportunities to get you flustered, since he’s attached to you by a leash. He wouldn’t want anyone to see him in a collar but you, though haha. So you'd have a very limited area where he would feel comfortable enough to be your dog. And, let's face it, he would wriggle out of his collar and pounce on you before you could even lead him around lol.

Victor

The "V" in Victor actually stands for "vers." Lol. Victor happily obliges this request haha. He's such a gentleman and also such a freak lol. How could he refuse. He would gaze at you affectionately while you put his collar on and ask you all kinds of leading questions throughout the day to tease you. “Does my pretty master want me to fetch something for her?” “Does my collar look cute enough for my extra adorable master?” He’d ham it up so much that you'd get all flustered and quit this whole thing. But he'd still be grinning ear to ear, because he's so obsessed with you lmao.

Jude Jazza

Hahahahahaha, oh you silly little robin. You're not gonna do this with him. Lol, so cute that you thought this request could even be uttered. Lmao. He'd pull one of his faces and be all like "Are ya actually a dumbass?" BUT! I could see him enjoying making fun of you for asking this so much that he kind of talks himself into trying it? But only if you're willing to barter. He'd be all like "I doubt you've got what it takes to train a dog like me." You’d have to let him tie you up and lead you around somewhere as payback. And he’d want it to be extra humiliating for you. You're kind of scared to agree to it, but... he’d be so sexy on a leash. Dear god. He’d be so pissy and annoying lol. Bratty puppy Jude? Yes please! Ugh and it would be fun to treat him like a dog for once...

Ellis Twilight

Jesus christ. Imagining Ellis... in a collar? and on a leash? is unreasonably hot??? He would of course be down to do this if you told him it'd make you happy. And of course he’d be so casual about it, just smirking at you and being all like “So that means you’ll lead me around on a walk all day?” He would be so affectionate with you, licking you and rubbing his fluffy hair against you all day. He'd ask, “What if I don’t want to leave my master’s side, even if she takes me off-leash?” And you would just die! Like what is wrong with him??? ugghhhhh, Ellis is THE nosebleed material!!!

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Sicko (Part 1/2) Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Dom is a snuggly puppy. 

Content: Fluff

Pairings: Dom+Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: IDK naked people???

"Love, why are you still sleeping?"

You felt something wet drag down from your cheek to your lips. There was no need for you to open your eyes to know that the wet somethings were actually Dom's own lips. Infact, you were  sure that it would be nearly impossible to open your eyes due to the blinding lights you knew would be clear to greet you and amplify your headache. 

The bed dipped a bit on either side of your body seconds before it started rocking back and forth lightly.

"Baaabe," you groaned. The rocking stopped. The subtle pounding in the front of your head continued, it matched the pattern of a horseshoe hitting concrete whilst in a gallop.

Something lightly brushed against your nose, like a feather being run over your face. You brought a hand up to brush it away but nothing was there. The hand dropped beside your head on the pillow. Then you felt it again, a light flutter across your nose. Once, twice, thrice. Your eyes opened hesitantly to guard against the daylight you'd anticipated but relaxed when something moved to block it. The something giggled above you. Your eyes revealed a mop of dark stringy hair falling over a pair of bright green eyes.

Dom shook his head ever so slightly causing his hair to brush against your nose again. You smelled minty breath when he leaned in to kiss your nose while giggling before moving onto your cheeks. Both of his knees were on either side of your hips leaving his fists to support his weight from either side of your pillow.

"Mornin' love," he mumbled into the side of your neck he'd buried his head into.

"Morning, how long have you been up?" Dom was still dressed for bed but you knew that he hadn't just rolled over to wake you up judging from how energetic he was. That and the fact that nobody wakes up with minty breath.

"'bout an hour, maybe half-" Dom smiled at you. "You were sleeping pretty hard and I didn't want to wake you. Are you feeling better at all?"

You'd gone to bed earlier with the beginning of your current headache and an impregnable urge to sleep for days. Unfortunately your symptoms had only magnified themselves and brought their friends. Now you had a sore throat, a stuffed head, and some major chills on top of the headache and fatigue.

You shook your head to answer Dom’s question with a saddened  ‘no.’

“I think I’ve got a cold.” You pointed at your throat and pouted pathetically.

Dom looked at your half wakened pouty face and found himself pouting as well. He didn’t like to see you not smiling. He watched as you rolled over onto your side and nuzzled into his right forearm. He shifted his own body to lie on the bed properly in front of you so that he could pull your body into his chest. Once he was satisfied with the way you were tangled in his own body, he positioned the blankets so they made a faux cocoon around you. Dom brought his left hand up to run it through your loose hair, brushing stray pieces from your face.

You watched him for a few seconds as he did this but were not able to keep your eyes open. On a good day you would have been made sleepy by someone playing with your hair but in your condition, you didn’t stand a chance.

Dom pressed sweet kisses to your head as he watched you fall asleep again. He made a mental list in his head of the things he’d need for you.

Soup 

Medicine 

Immune Boosters

Once he was sure you were asleep (once more), he cautiously slipped out of bed but not before he rearranged the covers and his pillow to seem like there was still a body beside you. He didn’t want you waking up looking for him. He knew if you were half asleep you’d accept the pillow as his body. 

He put a note on top of your phone on the side table.

Went too the store, be back in 20

You smiled at the bright pink sticky note on your phone, The misspelled word on top of the fact that the note was pink just made it totally him.

You pushed back the covers looking like a drunk trying to swim and stumbled out of bed. You didn’t even notice or care about the pink socks littering the floor or the jumpers thrown over the chair in the corner of the room. The only thing on your mind was your mission to find something to dull your headache and a bucket of water to wash it down with.

When Dom came home he placed the bags on the kitchen counter and took off towards your shared bedroom to look for you. He heard the shower running two doors down from the masterbedrom. The bathroom door was not only unlocked, but left halfway open. The trail of clothes started a few feet from your bed to the bathroom, an article of clothing every yard or so. Dominic frowned, that was definitely not your style. In fact you would have not been pleased if he’d done that. He knocked on the door as he stepped into the room.

“Love?”

“In here,” you answered from behind the shower curtain.

Dom bent to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor and put them on the dirty laundry hamper.

“D’you need anything?”

“No.”

He peeled back the shower curtain and chuckled to himself at the sight. You were sitting on the floor of the tub under the hot water, letting it flow over you. Your head rested on your knees that were pulled up to your chest and held by your arms. 

“What’re you doing love?”

“Letting the steam help with my headache.”

Dom thought for a second. “If you had shut the bathroom door you’d probably have more steam in here you know.”

“Probably,” you sighed. Dom dropped the curtain back into place. You could hear fumbling then metal clicking against the counter top. The shower curtain opened again but this time from behind you. You felt the water deflect momentarily as Dom stepped in and sat down, letting his legs move in on either side of your body. He moved his body close to you, leaning in so that his chest was pressed against your back. His wet arms snaked around your torso, his fingers spread and carefully traced every inch of skin that they could reach as he did so.

Ever so slightly he rocked your bodies side to side, both of you wordlessly enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin. Dom hummed softly into the space between your shoulder blades then he quietly transitioned his humming to singing lowly.

 I’m okay in the day, I’m staying busy

Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder, where is he?

Got so sick of crying, so just lately

When I catch myself I do a 180

 By then he was completely drenched. The water that ran from his head, trickled down your back and over your shoulders to meet back with his clasped arms. His humming, the warm water, and the slow constant movement of your bodies began to make you drift off again. Dom noticed this and chuckled against your skin.

“Love, I’ve got to get up,” he murmured, lips ghosting your neck. “Come on baby.”

Your boyfriend carefully slid away from your body with a kiss on your cheek.

Slowly but surely you straightened your back and stretched out your arms and shoulders, a satisfying ‘pop’ followed by multiple cracking sound echoed through the room.

The warm, therapeutic shower water trickled to a stop suddenly.

“Hey,” you whined.

Dom smirked at your behaviour and ran his fingers through your soaked hair to squeez the excess water out. “Come on love,” he cupped your cheek, “-’bout time to get out.” He held out a hand for you and helped you to stand so you wouldn’t slip when you accepted it.

He was already dried off and was wearing a pair of  wildly patterned sweatpants. A towel was held open between between the length of his outstretched arms. You felt like a child at bath time but didn’t argue with Dom. If he wanted to baby you, you’d let him for the time being. Your boyfriend tenderly wrapped your naked body in the clean smelling towel then proceed to carry you in his arms to the bedroom.

“I can walk you know.”

“Shhh love,” Dom kissed the tip of your nose then set you down on the bed.

A/N: 10 PTS to whoever can tell me what song he was singing without looking it up. Who wants a P2. Might just leave this as is but I kind of want to do a second part. I’ve got a few fics on the go but they’re for other fandoms so let me know so that I have an idea what to focus on now. 

A big thank you to @roseycal​ for saving my ass and helping me tear this apart and put it back together properly! You are my Queen! <3

Also tagging @interstellarrambles​ cause they asked me to lol

[subkaikelly]

It was busy enough that the lack of a break, the need for a moment "alone," didn't have enough time to settle in and bother Kai until closing tasks were under way. At that point, it was a race to be finished, as it was now goals rather than a specific time keeping him from being able to seek attention from Harrison, something that hit him with the same sort of need and intensity as the hunger that crept up on him.

Kai must have noticed a gleam in Harrison's eyes, since he didn't feel completely surprised when his Dom approached him and gave him different orders than usual. Surprising or not, Kai still felt himself flush with excitement, since there was no situation in which he could imagine himself naked and kneeling for Harrison that didn't end well for him. Especially as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong.

Rushing to the task, he made sure all the doors were properly locked and did a quick scan of the bar before returning to the lockers, where he took off everything he was wearing and stashed it in his locker. It was chilly, but that wasn't enough to dissuade him from going into the kitchen and kneeling by the prep station.

Restaurant Fun - Kaison

While he'd never truly complain about the restaurant being busy, since that just meant that more people were enjoying his food, Harrison could admit that sometimes things were too busy for his own good. Usually, Harrison would make sure both he and Kai had at least a long enough break to at the very least, get something to eat, and at best, have a little fun with their food. Sadly, they didn't even have time for either of those things, so after the restaurant was closed and everyone else had left, Harrison was hungry for both food and his boy.

Instead of heading towards the back door like he normally would, he walked over to Kai to fill him in on his plans. "I want you to lock everything up, then go into the lockers and strip down. Once you're completely naked, I want to you go kneel by the prep station and wait for me there." While Kai was following his orders, Harrison went back into this office to grab a few items that he would need.

@subkaikelly

[yungblud-fics]

teenagers

ALSO YES THIS IS AN MCR SONG FOR THE TITLE. HOW KIND OF YOU TO ASK.

summary: you go to a party with dom and you saw your boyfriend cheating on you. drunk or not it broke your heart. you asked dom to take you home and yeH.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, kissing, g-note, and our favorite: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!

A/N: HEY IT'S 3:43 AND I'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR A HALF HOUR. THIS IS A DREAM I HAD. ENJOY.

you paced around the front yard of some stranger's house. you didn't even want to go to this party but dom had asked you so you knew you had to. you sat down on the curb by the mailbox and watched drunk teenagers throwing up and some dancing with a few stumbles.

you grabbed your ohone from your pocket, dialing dom's number as you shakily held the phone up to your ear. after a few rings you heard dom scream into the phone which made you smile despite having a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

"hey dom. can you take me home now?"

"course. where are ya?"

"front yard."

the line went dead and as you stood up, wishing you had never came here. your boyfriend had his lips on some girl's neck as she was grinding against him. you felt a hand on your shoulder but you couldn't look away.

"y/n. hey, what's wrong?" he shook your shoulders lightly before looking where you were. a small 'oh' left his mouth as he opened the car door for you. you stood there, watching as he led the girl to his car.

you got into the passenger seat, dom starting the car and taking off. the ride was silent besides the buzzing in your head.

"are ya okay mate?" dom took a quick glance at you.

"i'm fine," you felt tears begin to surface and prayed you could hold them in until you got home.

"y/n," dom raised his eyebrows knowing that you were lying. you looked down to your lap, a few tears falling. dom took a breath and pulled the car over.

he turned to face you, not sure if you would punch him straight in the jaw at this moment.

"look at me y/n." your eyes slowly came to meet his and once they did, all your emotions began to surface.

dom moved his seat farther from the steering wheel and pulled you over to sit next to him. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing shapes onto your back as you let out your emotions.

"i-i knew this was gonna happen. how long as this even been going on? we've been dating for four months and he's already off with some other girl," your arms around dom's waist tightened a little as more tears fell.

dom just pulled you closer to him in the small space. he played with your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you began to calm down. he wiped the tears from under your eyes and made a windshield whiper sound just to see you smile.

"why don't you stay over my house tonight? i don't wanna leave you alone," dom whispered, still holding you in his arms. he liked the feeling. he just wished he could kiss all your tears away and tell you how much he loved you.

you'd been friends for basically all your lives since he moved to your small american town from london. your parents were all friends too. you both had become so inseperable that they just assumed one would stay at the other's house at night or after school.

you simply nodded and climbed back to your seat. dom once again began driving toward his house, reaching over to hold your hand and give it a little squeeze.

"thank you dommy."

"anytime n/n."

he made a turn and pulled into his driveway. his hand felt cold from the release of yours, missing your touch already.

walking into the house, you greeted his mom with a hug. she was always so sweet to you. you waved a small hello to his dad as well before following dom to his room.

he threw your david bowie t-shirt at you that he kept in case you slept over--which happened often. he turned around and covered his eyes even though you've changed in front of each other plenty of times. you quickly changed into the t-shirt and folded your other clothes.

"you can turn around now," you laughed. he smiled and jumped into bed, holding the covers up for you. climbing next to him, he looked at you for a moment.

"ya look pretty," his smile only grew bigger before he turned off the light. you both laid side by side, dom turned to wrap an arm around your waist, your head falling to his shoulder. he ran his fingers gently through your hair, lightly humming a song.

"goodnight n/n."

"goodnight. thank you dom," you gave him a light squeeze around his middle before loosening your grip. he always smelled real nice. you couldn't explain it but he always smelled comfy, you guessed was the best way to describe it.

you slowly drifted to sleep to sound of the air conditioning and the soft sounds coming from dom's mouth as you held each other close.

that night had been more than a month ago and you had moved on from your ex seeing as he had moved on as well before you had even broken up.

you had small feelings for zack (A/N: that's your ex's name if i hadn't mentioned it. also hIS NAME WAS ZACK AND HE MADE HER HAPPY.) but nothing could compare to how you felt for dom. even since you were kids the feeling had never gone away.

you were laying down in your room listening to your record player when your door suddenly burst open and a very hyper dom and thrown himself next to you.

he held him self up on his elbows and took deep breaths.

"'m staying for dinner. your mum asked me."

"mkay," you took a strand of his messy hair in your fingers, twirling it around. he was slowly dozing off from your small contact, your nails occasionally scraping along his scalp.

everything was calm when you all of a sudden screamed, "wHEN I WAS. A YOUNG BOY-"

"FOOK N/N YA SCARED ME," dom laughed, holding a hand over his heart dramatically.

"i coulda had a heart attack."

you simply shook your head and laughed, dom's smile matching yours.

"y/n?"

"dominic?"

he smiled, "would you be ready to start a relationship again? or is too soon?"

"i think i'm ready. i've liked someone for a while now and seeing as zack never cared about me. why do you ask?"

"oh. so who's the person?"

"well he's nice, and very pretty, and he has the cutest laugh."

"sounds like a nice guy."

you laughed a little, lightly punching his shoulder, "it's you stupid."

dom's expression was a mix of shock and nervousness but before he could respond, your mom called you both down for dinner. you winked and walked out of the room.

it just occurred to dom that you really did like him, so he did what any normal person would do. he ran out of the hall and walked next to you. then he grabbed your arms loosly and gave you a sloppy kiss on the lips.

it was his turn to wink and walk toward the dinner table, your smile only growing.

i finished writing this at 4:18am whoops oh well.

A/N: i finally finished editing this ahaha. i'm finishing another *cough* smut *cough* request tonight so i might post it now or tomorrow.

remember my messages are always open if you need someone to vent to. i literally don't care it you're ten or forty or if you don't follow me. i'm here for you and support you no matter what🖤

[aliasimagines]

(vampire!dom au)

[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

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Dating Dom Harrison [YUNGBLUD] Would Include

Dom’s a workaholic so you’d probably meet through the industry. 

And a simple work event would probably turn into a party. 

He’d be enamoured by you right away. 

And you’d spend the whole night talking.

Until finally he’d ask if he could kiss you. 

And, you’re only human, so of course, you’d agree. 

He wouldn’t care who was watching. 

His hands would be all over you.

And you’d be love drunk as well as drunk-drunk.

And thinking you’d never see him again you’d go back to his hotel room. 

The first time wouldn’t be much. Both of you wasted and very much goal orientated. 

But when you wake in the morning, cuddled into his side, you feel a flutter inside yourself that signals it's more than a one-night thing. 

There’d be no awkwardness. 

And he’d text you later on the same day. 

Your text chains would be mammoth. 

He loves to tell you every little thing about his day. Everything he’s thinking about you. 

He’d invite you to come and watch him perform. 

You’d be blown away. He’s a showman and the vibe is electric. You’d fall in love right then and there. 

His life is hectic so you’d see him as often as your schedule would allow.

But he’d always facetime you. 

‘I wrote a new song wanna hear it?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Good cos it's about you.’

He’d brag about you on his insta.

His fans would adore you. 

You wouldn't be a month in before he told you he loved you.

And sealed it with a locked necklace.

Dates would include hotel movie nights, day drinking around whatever city you were in, he’d be obsessed with doing mundane things in different places like grocery shopping.

He’d teach you how to play the guitar. 

And it would always get a bit handsy. 

He’s big on PDA. He’ll always lead the pair of you.

The first thing he does when he comes off stage is wrapping you up in a big bear hug.

But when it comes to the bedroom he’s such a sub. 

He loves being praised. 

And he’s awfully needy. 

‘Not until I tell you.’ ‘Please.’ ‘So needy.’ ‘Always.’ 

And he loves cuddling. 

Especially when he’s tired. 

As much as you love him you worry about him something chronic. 

He’s always on. Amped up for whatever task needs doing.

And it was something you loved about him. He was so caring. For his fans. His friends. His family. You. 

But you worry he’s going to make himself ill.

It was the only thing that you’d argue over. 

You hate arguing with him. 

But so does he. 

You’d make sure he slows down if only a little. 

And because he wants to please you he’d oblige. 

‘But we could do a late show and-’ ‘and run yourself ragged. You could do two shows over two days. It won’t kill you. We might even get to see some sights.’ ‘You’re right… I’ve always wanted to snog you on top of the Eiffel Tower.’ ‘On second thoughts…’

You weren’t sure if you wanted marriage or kids yet. 

And Dom would be terrified of fucking it up. 

But you knew he was it for you. 

And he felt the same.

THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.

ADVENT CALENDAR OF IMAGINES

[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]

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.

[tom-holland-parker]

Rockstar

Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage

Pairing: Rockstar!Tom x reader

Warning: Smut, cursing

Word count: 700

Note: This is my first time ever writing smut so please don’t come for me. I imagine the song that Tom plays is like Kiwi by Harry Styles

Masterlist

PART 2 (the prologue) HERE

You could hear the screaming crowd from the dressing room but were too distracted to even care about them. Tom had you right where you wanted, on your knees as his precum leaked into your mouth. "Dirty little slut" Tom moaned as he gripped your hair harder, "bet you love it when I fuck your face like this"

You only moaned in reply feeling tears falling down your face as he thrusted into you harder. He was close, you could tell as his move became sloppier. He let go of your hair running his fingers through his as he sat back on the couch.

You sucked his tip before licking up and down the length. "Fuck darling just like that. I'm so close" he moaned catching eye contact as your head moved up and down. His hips gave one last thrust before he finally became undone. Moaning as his cum flowed into your mouth. You popped off before wiping your mouth slowly.

"Come here baby" he pulled you onto his lap kissing you roughly. You kissed back grinding against his hips to create friction. "Tommy please" you begged

"Please what darling?" His smirked against your neck leaving hickeys scattered across it. "Use your words"

"Fuck me Tommy" you begged feeling him become hard again underneath you, "I've been a good girl" His hand rubbed your thighs, the cold metal of his rings causing goosebumps on you skin.

"Take off your shirt" he demanded and his hands traveled further up your skirt. Doing as you're told you heard him groan when he realized you didn't have a bra on. You could feel your skin getting hot from his touch.

He pulled you in for another kiss before flipping you on the couch, "you look fucking beautiful Y/N" his lip gathered around your nipple. Your fingers tugged at his curls as his hands pulled your skirt down. He sat up staring at your black thong, "Are these new?"

You nodded, "just got them today". He smirked, grabbing the thin material, "I'll buy you more".

With one hard tug the fabric ripped. "Look at you all wet for me" his fingers teasingly moved up and down your wet folds before rubbing circles torturously around your clit.

"Please Tommy" you moved your hips against his thumb adding pressure to your throbbing clit. He chuckled at your eagerness as he grabbed a hold of his cock rubbing it against you before thrusting in roughly.

He watched your face as your body filled with pleasure. Your moans becoming louder as he sped up. "Yes baby just like that" you screamed as your hands gripped his arms. No matter how many times you had sex you were still amazed at how good he made you feel.

His hand rubbed up and down your body before landing on your clit adding more to the pleasure you were experiencing. "Fuck you feel so fucking good" he moaned.

His other hand gripped your neck as he pounded into you. Watching your tits bounce up and down. Loud knocked filled the room as Harrison shouted from the other side of the door, “Tom hurry up we go on stage in 3 minutes” 

Tom rolled his eyes, speeding up his thrust, “Give me a minute”. You pulled his chain, pulling him into a kiss. Moaning as you come undone, your walls clenching around him as his cum poured into you. He slipped out of you pulling you onto his lap as he gently kissed your naked chest. 

“I gotta get on stage” He put his shirt on as you began to dress yourself, “Don’t forget to bring your pass this time”

Once you were both dressed you grabbed your backstage pass and walked down the hall towards the stage, the screams of fans getting louder as you got closer. Tom grabbed his guitar before turning to you, “Good luck kiss” 

You chuckled pulling him in for a quick kiss before he ran on stage. Watching as he crowds screamed became impossibly loud as he walked on. 

“Alright San Diego” He smiled, “This song goes out to the sluttiest girl I’ve ever met” He looked towards you and winked, “Love you baby”

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

So I have three main boys

We have Pete, the first of the new batch of loves.

Colson, came to me through Pete

And dom who I was into like right after the Underated youth/parents EP came out but like left after a while.

So all I am thinking right now is

How each boy would be with a YouTuber SO.

Colson is with a like music YouTuber, like you do covers of songs either your fans ask for or you just want. But like you do the videos that old school music/cover youtubers did like a mic in front of you, a white wall behind you. Like it’s worked for you. You have like a fan base of like 2.5 mil. Over like 10 years of posting.

You covered one of colsons songs, Casie saw it and showed him, and he fully was just ‘I gotta get her on a track’ and the rest is history.

Pete, is with like a daily vlogger, random lifestyle YouTuber. Like you do a little of this and a little of that, some videos are vlogs of your day, some are random cooking videos, or trying life hacks to debunk them.

Pete found you one day when you were testing like random cooking gadgets, like he was just bored at like 3am and just binged all your videos.

He hit you up on Instagram and pretty soon he was big footing in the background of your videos.

Dom, now I think Dom would be with a vintage style YouTuber. Like you focus on the 70s and 80s punk/rock/alt style. So you do fashion videos of how to thrift and find newer clothes and make them look vintage or in the time period you connect with most.

People ask for videos on how to do other eras and you are so happy to oblige. Just

“Alright so someone asked for 1980s London punk scene. Because it was so different from the punk scene we have in America. Alright time to go full Sex Pistols”

And dom finds you one night when he’s on a break in the studio, trying to find some inspo for the beat or breakdown of a song. And he stumbles on you doing a ‘yungblud album inspired’ look book, he wasn’t searching for it, but when he saw it he had to watch it. Like dressing in your vintage style how each song looks in your head.

Dom finds you on Instagram and just stalks through your photos and sees how sick your style is.

He messages you to ask where you got a few of the pieces you had in your video, and it leads to you flying to london and doing a video with him

“Okay dom, you ready for this? I go hard when I shop for clothes. So. You want a full Sex Pistols, Johnny rotten, look, let’s go”

And before long you have moved to london and it’s known you and dom are a thing.

You find him some vintage skirts and nighties and he loves them.

[yungblud-fics]

heartbreak hotel

(that's an elvis song but i just needed a title uwu)

request by @ilikebritsandbands: Hi! Just wanted to drop a lil' request here ✨ Could you make a lil Dom x fem reader angst/fluff thing where someone breaks up with the reader and they are hella sad about it and then Dom comforts them about it and they both accidently admit having feelings for each other 🙈

A/N: i love this. i have a few other requsts, i'm going in the order they were sent so apologies if it takes a bit, i'm really trying. if this isn't what you were thinking, just let me know and i'll fix it (:

you don't remember much. one minute you were in a cab on the way to meet your boyfriend, the next a pain in your lungs from the words you never wanted to hear. it felt like bullets to your chest or an unexpected stab like in horror movies. you slid down the bathroom wall, head falling to your hands.

i can't do this anymore.

his voice mail rang over in your head until a blood curdling scream left your mouth. tears over flowed from your eyes as you constantly wiped them with your sleeve, to no use stopping them as they cascade down your cheeks.

i used to love you but i don't really think it's worth it anymore.

you messaged your best friend asking him to pick you up at the diner where your boyfriend--well now ex-boyfriend--stood you up. you'd been so happy to see him, apparently it was the opposite to him.

goodbye y/n, it's better off this way, believe me.

your phone buzzed signaling dom was outside for you. you fixed yourself as best you could and walked out of the diner, sympathetic stares from the elderly and families who had been looking your way all night.

the guilt you felt sank through your stomach, waves of sadness over taking you every step closer to his car. opening the passenger door, you slid in without a word.

"'m guessin' the date didn't go well?" dom reached a hand over to your leg, giving it a light squeeze, the other gripping tightly to the steering wheel.

"this always happens. i'm not cut out for these types of things. i know i'm not the best but why can't someone just give me a chance?"

y/n," dom droned off, "y/n, stop. you know that's not true."

"well dominic, you don't know what it feels like to hate yourself even more everyday. you don't know what it's like to date people to stop thinking about your best friend. do you understand how hard that is?"

you froze realizing the words that left your mouth.

"forget i said anything, it's stupid anyway. to think i'd be good enough for someone--especially someone like you. i keep trying, even though none of them cared, i never did either."

dom sighed, but didn't say anything. he pulled into your driveway, cars abandoned and lights off.

"i know ya don't like hugs but ya look like ya could use one," dom shot you a snall smile that made your heart do flip flops.

he got out of the car, embracing you tighty, headlights shining brightly onto your bodies. his arms wrapped around your waist, head laying comfortingly on your shoulder.

hesitantly, your arms found their way around his shoulders, absorbing the warmth. tears left your eyes as you gripped onto dom.

"i'm scared you're going to leave me like everyone else does."

"i'm not going to, ever. i'll stay as long as you need me to. i love ya," dom kissed your forehead as he turned his car off.

"c'mon, it's cold out here."

he kept an arm around your shoulder, your head leaning against his arm as you both walked into your house to be met with the warmth of the heater. you sat down in the corner of your couch, dom falling down beside you.

you tried to stop hurting but it's hard when you feel like your world's falling apart. dom reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him. you layed between his legs, back pressed against his chest.

"i know you don't believe me, but you're absolutely fookin' gorgeous. inside and out," he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"this is stupid but can you sing to me?"

dom smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer.

"'course," he lightly sang the song he wrote about you in seventh grade. he always liked you, loved you even. one day he sang it to you and said he would marry you one day. you started to doze off, his raspy voice calming your head down.

"i loove ya, will ya marry me? oh whata shame we gotta pay for reality," he kissed your head once more.

"i loove ya so fookin' much n/n."

"i love you too dom. i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner."

"s'okay, we have years and years ahead of us," he smiled through the darkness of the room.

[cottoncandydom]

My First Post

Hello everyone! My name is Evie, or Clover. I go by she/her pronouns and I am pansexual.

I am a huge Yungblud fan and as a writer, I like incorporating things/people I love into my writing. I typically make texting images, oneshots, a few fanfictions and a lot of headcanons.

will be making a prompt list shortly, and I also want to say requests are open! Feel free to ask me anything as well. I do write for other people, but mostly Dom 🖤

I hope we can all get along and become friends. I can't wait to start writing!