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1.)

Title - The Audacity - Pairing - Incubus!Jeff Hardy X Reader - Author - @concussed-to-pieces - (NSFW)

2.)

Title - Comfort - Pairing - Alpha!Dean Ambrose X Omega!Reader - Author - @concussed-to-pieces - (NSFW)

3.)

Title - Activate - Pairing - Demon!Kane X Reader - Author - @concussed-to-pieces - (NSFW)

4.)

Title - Stars Align - Pairing - Dr. Daniel Schreber X Reader - Author - @darling-disastrous - (NSFW)

5.)

Title - Orpheus's Trial - Pairing - Dr. Daniel Schreber X Reader - Author - @queenofsantacarla - (NSFW)

6.)

Title - Pretty Little - Pairing - Alfie Solomons X Reader - Author - @hardyimagines - (NSFW)

(FULL SERIES.) (Literally anything this beauty writes is gold!)

7.)

Title - Imagine - Pairing - Sandor Clegane X Reader - Author - @underratedcharactersimagines - (NSFW)

(Also this freaking beauty, their work is amazing!)

8.)

Title - Stubble - Pairing - Kili X Reader - Author - @thorinthehottotty - (NSFW)

9.)

Title - May I? - Pairing - Bard The Bowman X Reader - Author - @soyeahitsmiddleearth - (NSFW-ISH)

10.)

Title - Rainy Day Woman - Pairing - Arthur Morgan X Reader - Author - @novaiya - (NSFW)

11.)

Title - Weird - Pairing - Stu Macher X PS!Reader - Author - @plus-size-reader - (SFW)

12.)

Title - Imagine - Pairing - Dandy Mott X Reader - Author - @myluciferiscody - (NSFW)

13.)

Title - Play House - Pairing - Dandy Mott X PS!Reader - Author - @chubbyreaderwriter - (NSFW-ISH)

14.)

Title - Our Little Secret - Pairing - Donovan X Reader - Author - @american--horror--stories - (NSFW)

15.)

Title - Country Roads - Pairing - Farmer!Shane Walsh X PS!Reader - Author - @the-purity-pen - (SFW)

(ONGOING SERIES.)

16.)

Title - Distraction - Pairing - Johnny Silverhand X V!Reader - Author - @omg-imagine - (NSFW)

17.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Dr. Junkenstein X Maid!Reader - Author - @smoll-ratt - (SFW)

(ONGOING SERIES.)

18.)

Title - Wild Rat - Pairing - Wild!Junkrat X Reader - Author - @junkercrush - (SFW)

(FULL SERIES.)

19.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Pyramid Head X Reader - Author - @slasherkisss - (NSFW)

(PART 2) (The same information applies.)

20.)

Title - Breaking Point - Pairing - Dean Winchester X PS!Reader - Author - @plus-size-reader - (SFW)

21.)

Title - Mystery Girl - Pairing - Steve Harrington X PS!Reader - Author - @plus-size-reader - (SFW)

22.)

Title - Imagine - Pairing - Lope De Aguirre X Reader - Author - @komotionlessqueenmm - (SFW)

23.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Thor Odinson X Reader - Author - @charnelhouse - (NSFW)

24.)

Title - Getting Dressed - Pairing - Captain Boomerang X Reader - Author - @geekfanficwriter - (NSFW)

25.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Yan!Homelander X Reader - Author - @anxiousnerdwritings - (SFW)

26.)

Title - Headcanons - Pairing - Author Curry X Reader Orm Marius - Author - @demigoddessqueens - (SFW)

27.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Vincent Sinclair X Reader X Bo Sinclair - Author - @slasherrabbitmadness - (NSFW)

28.)

Title - Homelander, Sir. - Pairing - Homelander X Reader - Author - @lotsofdifferentfandomimagines (NSFW)

29.)

Title - Headcanons - Pairing - Cable X Reader - Author - @underratedcharactersimagines - (SFW)

30.)

Title - Kylo and his Empress - Pairing - Kylo Ren X Reader - Author - @lordabovehelpme - (SFW)

31.)

Title - No title - Pairing - Jeff Hardy X Reader - Author - @unusual-tomorrxw - (NSFW)

32.)

Title - No Touchies - Pairing - Jotun!Loki X Reader - Author - @give-me-a-moose - (SFW)

33.)

Title - Any Takers? - Pairing - Gunnar Jensen X Reader - Author - @one-boring-person - (SFW)

34.)

Title - Imagine - Pairing - 1989!Frank Castle X Reader - Author - @komotionlessqueenmm - (SFW)

35.)

Title - Heaven in Hiding - Pairing - John Walker X Reader - Author - @usxagent - (NSFW)

(FULL SERIES.)

36.)

Title - First Class Service - Pairing - Helmut Zemo X Reader X Bucky Barns X Reader X Sam Wilson X Reader - Author - @mypoisonedvine - (NSFW)

(FULL SERIES.)

37.)

Title - No title - Pairing - Camboy!Steve Rogers X Reader - Author - @angrythingstarlight - (NSFW)

38.)

Title - No title - Pairing - Eddie Bronx X Reader - Author - @charnelhouse - (NSFW)

39.)

Title - Breakfast - Pairing - Eddie Brock X Reader - Author - @demonsandmischief - (SFW)

40.)

Title - All is Fair - Pairing - Mr. World X Reader - Author - @random-imagines-blog - (SFW)

41.)

Title - At Your Tech & Brawl - Pairing - Mad Sweeney X Reader X Technical Boy X Reader - Author - @nellblazer - (SFW)

42.)

Title - Protective Act - Pairing - Steve Harrington X Reader - Author - @allthingsfangirl101 - (SFW)

43.)

Title - I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl. - Pairing - Modern!Alfie Solomons X Reader - Author - @solomons-finest-rum - (SFW)

44.)

Title - Four Letter Word. - Pairing - Homelander X Reader - Author - @seeds-and-sins - (NSFW-ISH)

45.)

Title - No Title - Pairing - Yan!Pup!Leon S. Kennedy X Reader - Author - @hex-touchstarved - (NSFW-ISH)

46.)

Title - Puppy Obsession - Pairing - Yan!Leon Kennedy X Reader - Author - @clusterfuck-yandere-rip - (NSFW-ISH)

(ONGOING SERIES. COMPLETE SERIES.)

47.)

Title - No Title - Paring - Bo Sinclair X Reader - Author - @sunkendreams - (NSFW)

48.)

Title - A Honey For My Homie - Pairing - Sundrop X Reader X Moondrop X Reader - Author - @dreggmanluver - (SFW)

49.)

Title - Household Activities - Pairing - Sundrop X Reader - Author - @kadssp - (NSFW)

50.)

Title - Naughty Words - Pairing - Sundrop X Reader - Author - @fictosimp - (NSFW)

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Part 2!

(Sorry everyone that I'm spamming with tags again, I'm trying to condense this post!)

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Part 3!

101.)

Title - None - Pairing - Rick Dalton X Reader X Cliff Booth - Author - @exceptionimagines - (SFW)

102.)

Title - Gentle Touches - Pairing - Cardinal Copia X Reader - Author - @i-fondued - (NSFW)

103.)

Title - Bewitching - Pairing - Ser Harwin Strong X Princess!Reader - Author - @inklore - (NSFW)

104.)

Title - Nectar of the gods - Pairing - Aemond Targaryen X Reader - Author - @inklovins - (NSFW)

105.)

Title - I Want You - Pairing - Daemon Targaryen X Targaryen!Reader - Author - @criminalamnesia - (SFW)

106.)

Title - Late at night - Pairing - Obsessed!Lovesick!Harwin Strong X Queen!Reader - Author - @rayodelastrorey - (SFW)

107.)

Title - Teddy - Pairing - Aegon X Reader - Author - @syzrina - (NSFW)

108.)

Title - Hungry Like The Wolf - Pairing - John Marston X Reader - Author - @eupheme - (NSFW)

109.)

Title - My Pretty Girl - Pairing - Albert Shaw (The Grabber) X Reader - Author - @purplelupins (NSFW)

110.)

Title - NO TITLE - Pairing - Dick Grayson X Reader - Author - @dxckgrxsonx - (NSFW)

111.)

Title - A Prayer in Perfect Piety - Pairing - Homelander X Plus-size!Reader - Author - @blindmagdalena - (NSFW)

drmzofbeingstabbed

could you do basement gee x (they/them) first kiss au 🥹.. he’s a super nervy guy and as he’s rambling reader just pecks him. and he’s completely shell shocked and he’s like “why’d you do that?” but reader does it again “cause i like you” type of plot 😓 I LOVE UR WRITING UR AWESOME YAYY!!!

i found a reason

basement!gerard x gender neutral!reader

YESS I CAN ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS I LUV THIS IDEA!!! only the best for you my beautiful anon ^u^ sorry this is so short im so sleeepppyyyy but it was too cute not to write asap

your and gerard's friendship toed the line of romance, but never crossed that line. the line was a tightrope walk. there was no kissing or mushy flirting, just the brushing of shoulders and innocent touches that lasted longer than they probably should've.

you had a huge crush on gerard and were sure he was completely oblivious, you weren't even sure if he felt the same way.

sure, he would avoid eye contact and his skin would turn a rosy red when you'd say something nice to him, but he didn't get out very much, you were pretty much the only person around.

you adored him in all his glory, even the parts that he despised and tried to hide from you.

the first 3 or so times the two of you hung out, he confined you to the living room and the kitchen, if you two were even in the house at all.

but then he let you into his messy bedroom, trailing behind you so he wouldn't have to look you in the face when you realized that he's disgusting and you never wanna see him again, but instead you smiled and said it was really cool. even through the clutter, the nerdiness he thought you'd hate, and the slight smell, you loved it all anyway.

you'd been good friends for months now and hung out dawn to dusk whenever possible, and tonight was no different.

you two were sitting in his bedroom, the whole room was dim with only the fatback tv as a light source. gerard sat cross-legged on the bed with you sprawled on your stomach, halfway in his lap. you were both preoccupied watching the texas chainsaw massacre on vhs.

"y'know, leatherface isn't really all that evil, i think he's just misunderstood." gerard lets out.

"yeah? tell me more" you encourage as you quickly sit up and get as close as humanly possible, prepared to take in every bit of what he was about to say.

he smiled as you sat cross-legged so close to him, that familiar blush rising to his cheeks. you smiled back and interlocked both of your hands in your lap, listening intently.

“i mean, he's only doing what his family taught him to do, he's afraid of disappointing them or them hurting him" he shrugs, eyes flickering between you and the tv.

you clung onto every word he said. you loved to hear him talk about things he was opinionated about or intrigued by, his entire face would light up while simultaneously trying not to nerd out and look foolish, but you only ever found it endearing.

even though you thought this every time you saw him, you thought he looked exceptionally beautiful in that moment, illuminated by the television and completely immersed in what he was saying when he'd otherwise he hiding behind his own hand, pretending to wipe away his hair over and over and over again so you wouldn't see him fully.

he was scared of you seeing him, like you would eventually look at him too long and be grossed out. but he was too distracted telling you his opinion to care this time.

you let out small 'mhm's so he knew you were listening, which you were but you were also slightly distracted by his beauty.

you found yourself mesmerized with the way his baby pink lips curled around words and that he talked out of one side of his mouth. one little kiss couldn't hurt, right? just to see what it's like..

he continues to ramble, "-and he's just scared, i mean i would be too if these random people wandered into my house, i-" you give him a quick peck, making your heart flutter at the contact.

he stares at you with wide starry eyes, his blush deepening more than you thought it possibly could.

"wh..what was that for?.." he squeaked, reverting to how he acted when you first met him, stuttering and fumbling over his words no matter what he did.

"how could i not? i couldn't just let you sit there looking pretty without getting kissed!" you blurt out, it was the only thing you could think of, and it was true!

"could you..do it again, please?" he asks sheepishly.

"of course i can" you giggle, scooting impossibly closer and slowly leaning in, watching his eyes flutter shut. you cupped his warm cheek in your hand and pressed your lips against his. you couldn't help but smile against him, this was a dream come true for both of you, even if unknowingly.

once you pulled away, you both just stared at each other for a moment before he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. "now we're even" he grins.

"no we're aren't" you scoff and furrow your brows. "huh?" he sounds just before you grab both sides of his face and bring it to yours, gently smooching him.

"now we're even, but now i have to kiss your cheek cause you kissed mine," you say just as you peck his cheek.

"are we just gonna sit here kissing each other all night long?" he smiles, obviously having no objections if the answer to that question was yes.

"maybeeee.." you say coyly before pouncing on him, making him fall flat on his back and peppering his entire face with soft kisses while he giggles before doing the same to you.

as you both settle down and your shared giggles fade into the static air, gerard leans into you like a cat, head pressing against your collarbone and his sigh of comfort leaves his throat like a purr.

"this is the best thing to ever happen to me i think," he says, slightly muffled by your skin. "yeah? me too.." you trail off tiredly.

"this isn't a one-time thing right? cause...i don't want it to be" he mutters, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"no, of course not, i think now that i've started kissing you i won't be able to stop" you joke, pressing a series of kisses to his mop of box dyed black hair.

"good, cause i can't imagine being with anyone else but you, you're just so perfect.." he audibly smiles.

"are you saying you wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask. "uh..i mean, i don't have to be! i was just..i was..." he panics, shooting up from his spot lying against you, wide-eyed.

"i'm just teasing you, i can’t imagine being with anyone else either" you reassure him, pulling at his wrist from where you lie on his bed. he slowly lies back down again.

"well...i guess it's settled then.." he sighed comfortably.

"yeah, ur stuck with me foreverrrr" you respond in a raspy demon voice and shake him a little, to which he laughed.

"i wouldn't mind that" his giggle rattled against your chest and you felt whole, this was supposed to happen all along and you were extremely glad you just took the leap of faith.

#mcr fanfiction #mcr fic #mcr tumblr #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr #mcr gerard #my chem gerard #my chemical gerard

quintetz

— “PILLOWY SOFT”

contains: loser!clark, pillow humping, slight voyeurism, handjobs, premature ejaculation

—original ask.

୨୧ the plan had been simple: a quick, guilty touch to take the edge off. he’d been wound so tight for days, restless, distracted, half-hard at his desk every time you’d passed his chair or leaned over his shoulder with that glossy-lipped smile. he hadn’t had any kind of release in longer than he cared to admit, not properly at least, and the pressure was almost unbearable. he’d tried to resist. tried to bury himself in work, in dishes, in anything that wasn’t the ache in his cock. but when he finally collapsed into bed, pillow hugged tight to his chest, his mind betrayed him. all he could see was you, and easy as that, his cock was throbbing, leaking, aching for friction.

so now here he was: a man built like a titan, rutting against his own pillow like a desperate little bitch.

his hips rocked slow at first, grinding the fat head of his cock against the soft cotton case. the friction was enough to make his whole body shudder. he wrapped his arms tighter around the pillow, burying his face in the mattress like he could hide from himself. but his voice betrayed him, ragged moans spilling out from his lips.

his thrusts grew rougher, clumsier, presume soaking the fabric, cock dragging hard against the pillows yielding surface. he was so lost in it that he didn’t hear the knock at the door, didn’t hear the click of the lock and the footsteps leading to the hallway where his bedroom was. he moaned put your name despite it all.

“Clark? you left this at—”

the voice froze him solid. his hips stuttered, his whole body went ridged with a sort of humiliated horror.

you stood in the doorway, wide-eyed, clutching a folder from work and one of his sweaters you’d come to drop off. for a heartbeat, the room was silent but for the frantic buzz of Clark’s own pulse in his ears. he scrambled, panicked, trying to roll off the pillow, to cover himself, to do something. his face was scarlet, his cock still hard and dripping against the damp pillowcase. “i—i—oh god, i’m so sorry— i didn’t—”

but you didn’t look disgusted. you didn’t even look embarrassed.

instead, your lips curved into the softest smile. “oh, Clark…” you stepped closer, heels clicking lightly on the floor, “were you thinking about me?”

he wanted to sink through the mattress. his hands flew to cover his face as if it would make him disappear. “i… didn’t mean for you to— god, this is so humiliating.”

you set the folder and sweater down on his dresser and sat gently at the edge of his bed. your hand, cool and steady against his sweaty skin, touched his arm. you didn’t need to say anything to make it known that you wanted him to look at you, to be open.

reluctantly, shame burning every inch of him, Clark dropped his hands. his cock still twitched against the ruined pillow, betraying him.

your smile softened, “you’re adorable.”

that floored him. adorable? he expected disgust and laughter, not warmth.

your hand slid lower, resting on his broad chest. “if you wanted to cum thinking about me… you could’ve asked.”

his throat worked, words failing him, “i can’t—”

“shhh,” you leaned down, kissing his temple, voice a whisper at his ear. “you don’t have to be embarrassed, just let me help you.”

“…help?”

before he could even register what you meant by that, your hand was around him. Clark choked on a moan, his hips jerking helplessly into your grip. your hand was soft and sure, stroking up the length of his cock, slick with the mess he’d already smeared on his pillow. you twisted gently at the tip, thumbing over his slit, and his whole body trembled.

“ohh— god—”

he lasted seconds.

the shame, the need, the unbearable relief all crashed over him at once. his cock pulsed violently in your hand and he came with a guttural, desperate groan, cum spilling thick across his stomach and splattering your knuckles. you just held him through it, stroking slow, milking every drop from his oversensitive length until his hips stilled and his head fell back against the bed, utterly spent.

you wiped your hand delicately on the sheets, “well, i guess that pillow’s officially retired.”

Clark covered his face again, still embarrassed. “i can’t believe this…”

but you only leaned in, kissing his jaw with a fond little smile. “Clark, stop. you’re so sweet it hurts. you don’t need to be embarrassed. i like that you want me this much…” Clark still looked like he didn’t believe you. “i think it’s the hottest thing ever.” you added. and for the first time that night, relief actually began to wash over him stronger than the shame.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #clark kent smut #superman #clark kent fanfic #clark kent x you #superman x you

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thinking abt loser!pornstar!clark..

18+ MDNI; “just the tip”, needy!clark, noisy!clark.

part 2

Clark Kent is the kind of performer nobody bets on. Nerdy glasses, shy smile, fumbling posture — he looks more like a cameraman than the guy anyone’s here to watch.

Which is exactly why you love ruining him on film. The director calls action, and Clark’s already hard before you’ve even touched him. He tries to cover it with his hand, stammering, “S-sorry, I just—y-you look—” and the cameraman zooms in on his red face.

The audience will eat it up. You shove him gently back onto the bed, straddle him, and make a show of grinding over the bulge in his briefs. His breath stutters, glasses crooked, a raw moan ripping out before you’ve even pulled his cock free.

“Pathetic,” you murmur for the mic, wrapping your hand around him. The viewers at home can see every twitch, every bead of precome. “This is your job, Clark. And you’re falling apart already?”

He babbles something incoherent, cut off with a gasp when you guide him against your entrance. You only sink down on the tip, stretching slowly over the head.That’s when he breaks. The camera catches his mouth falling open, his eyes rolling back.

A shout tears out of his throat, wild and unfiltered. He slaps a hand over his mouth like he’s embarrassed, but it doesn’t help — the noises just keep coming, loud and ruined. You tease him with a smirk in your face.

“What’s that? That’s just the tip. You even earned the rest yet.”

Clark’s entire body bucks beneath you, glasses sliding off his face as he moans again — louder, filthier, his voice cracking like he’s begging for mercy.

“P-please,” he gasps, nails digging into the sheets. “Need more, I c-can’t— don’t tease me, I’ll—”

You slam the rest of the way down, and the room fills with the kind of noise that makes post-production editors debate whether to mute or amplify it.

Clark’s scream is half pleasure, half agony, his cock twitching violently inside you. He’s already coming — ropes spilling hot, his chest heaving, sweat glistening under studio lights — and you ride it out mercilessly.

Clark is wrecked beneath you, twitching, babbling apologies, still hard inside you despite the orgasm he couldn’t hold back. And you lean forward, pushing his glasses back onto his nose. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re not cutting. They’re gonna watch me break you again. And again.”

divider by @strangergraphics & @cursed-carmine

TAGLIST

@bowxs, @castielsonlyangel, @kentblvd, @hel-lhound, @aileen1237

#clark kent smut #clark kent x reader #clark kent x female reader #imagine #imagines #smut #x reader

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more on loser!pornstar clark..

18+ MDNI; hand jobs, oral (m. receiving), needy!clark, vouyerism (??).

a/n: y’all seemed to like the first part a lot (which is GREAT, because I was testing the waters with that one), so here’s part 2 :3

part 3

The studio lights are harsh and glaring, and Clark can feel them drilling into his skin, but he’s barely registering anything besides the heat rolling through his chest. His glasses are crooked, tie loose, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal a little vein along his forearm that’s twitching with need. The camera crews are buzzing around, but he doesn’t care— because you’re kneeling right in front of him, smirk teasing and dangerous, and he’s trembling like a rookie caught in the spotlight.

“P-please…” His voice cracks, soft and needy, almost pitiful. “I… I… I don’t—”

You don’t give him a chance to think. Your hand wraps around him slowly, deliberately, and the lens follows every twitch, every shiver, every tiny gasp. Clark’s knees wobble. he’s clutching at your shoulders, trying to ground himself, and the camera pans up to his face—glasses slipping, lips parting, eyes wide and helpless.

The camera focuses on his chest next, rising and falling too fast, muscles trembling, a faint sheen of sweat making his skin shine under the lights. His hips jerk involuntarily, little cries escaping him, and the lens captures each whimper, every desperate hitch of his breath.

“God… oh gods…” Clark moans, voice breaking. He’s pathetic in the best possible way, whining like he’s not sure he can handle you—and secretly thrilled that you’re the one in control. You lean in, brushing your nose along his jaw, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “Relax… just let me take care of you, baby.”

The camera cuts in close on your hand, slow and teasing, wrapping around him fully now. Clark’s moans grow louder, fingers clutching at your wrists like he’s trying to anchor himself, and the lens catches every tremble of his hips, every involuntary twitch.

His glasses slip completely off, forehead damp with sweat, cheeks flaming bright red.He comes so fast it almost knocks him off balance. His body shudders, knees wobbling, lips parted in a soft, helpless gasp. The camera captures the golden-boy exterior crumbling into a flushed, needy, embarrassed mess, every little whimper and stuttered word framed perfectly.

He’s trembling, hips twitching, and the camera—of course—is right there, catching every pathetic little gasp. You grin down at him, leaning closer, your fingers brushing his hair back before letting your mouth hover near him.

You tease him, slow at first, lips barely grazing, just enough to make his head tilt back, eyes fluttering shut, glasses sliding further down. The camera pans in, close on his flushed face, his jaw slack, chest heaving. Every little sound he makes—a whimper, a gasp, a soft, broken moan—is amplified in the recording, and Clark is beyond mortified.

Your hands move in tandem, one wrapped around him, the other steadying his hips as you start, slow and deliberate, watching his reaction. He’s shaking, whining, arching into you like he’s desperate to be undone, and the overstimulation hits fast.

The camera focuses on his hips, the twitching of his thighs, the tiny shivers running through his torso, and then snaps back to his face: glasses askew, cheeks flaming, lips parted, eyes wide and helpless.

Every little flick of your tongue, every teasing pause sends him over the edge of control. He’s gasping, whining, absolutely undone, unable to last, and the camera catches every second of it—the golden-boy exterior shattered, leaving only the needy, overstimulated humk of a man who can’t help but beg for more.

divider by @strangergraphics & @cursed-carmine

TAGLIST

@bowxs, @kentblvd, @castielsonlyangel, @hel-lhound, @aileen1237

#clark kent smut #clark kent x reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x you #clark smut #imagine #imagines #smut

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apologies..

loser! pornstar clark x fem reader

18+ MDNI; oral (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, reverse cowgirl, mean dom! clark

SYPNOSIS: you’re jealous after clark makes a video with another woman so you go over to his place to make him apologise.

a/n: i love not being able to sleep it’s such a motivator. was procrastinating on this until then. hope you enjoy <3

LINKS:

part 1, part 2, based on (1, 2) ,p!link

You stormed into Clark’s apartment, heels clicking like little warnings. The video was still burning in your mind: him on his knees, hands fidgeting, eager-to-please smirk plastered on his face while the other woman took full control. He looked pathetic. Helpless. And now? You were going to fix that. Or at least, that was the excuse you told yourself.

When he opened the door, off-camera Clark was nervous, hands twitching slightly, gaze darting—but there was also something…hungry in the way he looked at you.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice soft, almost pleading. “I uh…know I messed up. I… want to make it up to you.”

You smirked, arms crossed, and he froze, like a good boy caught red-handed. That little quiver in his lips, the way his hands flexed as he tried to figure out what to do? It left you captivated for a split second.

“Make it up to me, huh?” you said, voice low. “Then start apologising properly.”

Clark didn’t argue. He sank to his knees in front of you, eyes wide, hands shaky on your thighs. “I…please, I just…want to fix this,” he murmured. And then he leaned forward, lips brushing your inner thighs, soft, teasing, desperate. You gasped, tugging lightly at his hair, letting him show his devotion, let him earn you.

His tongue flicked over you, slow, careful, making you shiver. He whimpered quietly, soft gasps, almost like he was trying too hard to please. You guided him, teasing, tugging at him, whispering instructions, and he obeyed every one, completely surrendered.

When he began to fingers you, it’s careful, reverent and gentle. Every movement is Clark offering himself to you, letting you take control. He moans softly when you grip his hair, when you push him closer, when you press down on him, and it’s perfectly humiliating in all the right ways.

You keep him like that for a while, letting him focus entirely on your pleasure, teaching him how to worship you properly. His every whimper, his desperate attempts to make you moan louder, his submission? it’s intoxicating.

You’d just been riding the high of his submission. Every whimper, every desperate attempt to please, every flick of his tongue, every careful finger curl—it had been all about you. Clark had been nothing but obedient, worshipful, utterly yours.

Until he pulled away momentarily

.One second, his lips were pressed to your juicy cunt, hot, worshipful, soft. And the next, his hands gripped your hips like he was claiming you, and with a strength you hadn’t expected, he shifted you over the couch. No pause, no warning. You barely had time to gasp before he was behind you, pressing into you with the force of all that muscle.

The split-second switch made your knees wobble. His hands braced along your sides, sliding up your spine, gripping your shoulders and hips like anchors. You felt the difference instantly. This wasn’t camera Clark. He had no hesitation, no “please,” no soft whimpers—just raw, controlling power.

His fingers slipped between your folds, pressing, teasing, curling with precision, while his cock pressed hard against you from behind. The suddenness, the sheer intensity of the switch, made your breath catch and your moans stutter.

He didn’t speak— he didn’t need to. Every thrust, every press of his body, every tug of your hips against him communicated everything. His fingers moved mercilessly, his arms braced along your sides, muscles flexing with every motion. You were helpless, trembling, and utterly consumed by him.

The pace escalated quickly. One hand pressed into your hip, the other traced up your back, dragging nails lightly over your skin, marking territory as his fingers fucked you from behind. Every thrust was deliberate, long, precise, claiming, punishing in the best way, and your gasps, moans, and cries filled the room like a symphony of submission. Your vision blanks out at a particularly deep thrust of his finger, one that brushed right against the spongy spot in your gummy walls. Your essence drenches his fingers.

You were still trembling, legs slick and shivering, as Clark’s fingers pulled free. The warmth, the stretch, the way your body had clung to him—it left you gasping, needy, barely holding yourself together. You thought maybe it was over…until he grinned, that slow, cocky smirk, and shifted you over him.

You’re not done yet,” he murmured, hands bracing your hips as he guided you to straddle him, from the same position. Your knees on either side of him, chest pressed forward, hands gripping the couch, and instantly you could feel every inch of him pressing up, teasing, heavy and hot.

His fingers pressed into your hips, flexing his grip, holding you in place. “God, you’re such a mess already, and I’ve barely started.”

You groaned, rolling your hips down, pressing yourself over him, trying to grind harder, and he chuckled, shifting just slightly so the tip of his cock nudged you in exactly the right spot. Every little movement made you shiver and gasp, little whines slipping out of you before you could stop them.

it was almost cruel— every whine, every gasp, every sloppy moan earned a flick of his fingers across your sides, a tug on your hips, a subtle shift that made you arch, cry out, completely undone.

You were riding him hard, lost in sensation, slick and trembling, and he leaned forward, lips brushing your ear. “Who’s the pathetic loser now, hm? I’m going to make you feel it, mess you up so good you won’t forget it.”

And he did. Hands controlling your hips, fingers tracing along your waist, cock pressing up, rocking in sync with your frantic grind, keeping you just on the edge, pushing you past it again and again. The apartment filled with your gasps, whines, and moans—Clark’s smirk growing with every ragged cry, enjoying every second of your messy, loud, needy body.

divider by @strangergraphics & @cursed-carmine

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@bowxs, @castielsonlyangel, @kentblvd, @hel-lhound, @aileen1237

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inactive1802728017

You and the girls gossip about a particular billionaire during work. Clark can’t help but listen in, totally not jealous. ᯓ★

David!Clark Kent x fem reader (not dating! yet…)

word count: ~1k part 2 here ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“I think he’s handsome,” You’re saying across the bullpen. Clark feels a little guilty for listening in, but it’s clearly not a private conversation, or you wouldn’t be having it so openly. “I like him.”

“Him, or his money?” Cat grins, smacking your shoulder. Clark watches you roll your eyes, a sight he finds rather adorable.

He finds everything about you adorable, truly, but it’s your eyes that are dangerous. There should be a warning label on them, he thinks. Caution! Too expressive. Too lovable.

You shake your head. “Well… the money’s not so bad either.”

“Isn’t he, like, old?” Lois chimes in, chewing on a granola bar.

You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t think so? Maybe a few years on us, at most. Not old. He’s an eligible young bachelor.”

“He’s… broody.”

“I mean, he lost his parents, Cat, I think I could forgive him for being a little morose.”

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inactive1802728017

Clark walks you home after work, and you talk about your time in Gotham (among other things). ᯓ★

David!Clark Kent x fem reader

word count: 1k part 1 here! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“I’m not saying I would date him.”

“Aren’t you?”

You swing his hand in yours as you walk in tandem, looking down at the ground. Clark is on the outermost side of the sidewalk, like the gentleman he is.

“I’m not! Honest. I’m just saying… “

“Here we go.”

“I’m just saying, think about it. He’s just so sad all the time. So… sullen. I’m not that.”

Clark nods in agreement, clearly humoring you. “Not at all.”

“It’s good to have a little balance, y’know? Otherwise you’re too alike. Nobody wants to date themselves, Clark.”

He smiles at the floor. It’s a little late to be walking home, but you’d been suddenly very focused on your article after being distracted all day, and by the time the clock hit 5 PM, he decided to wait it out to accompany you. He’s happy to hear you talk, even if the topic of conversation is the hypothetical conquest of another man.

“Of course,” He says, adjusting his glasses. “Opposites attract, hm?”

“Yup. Brooding, and happy. Mean and nice,” He watches you tilt your head from side to side as you list. “Rich, and, well…” You trail off, grinning. “not.”

Clark scoffs, as much of a laugh as you’ll get out of him while talking badly about yourself. “You shouldn’t talk like that. You’re rich in all the ways that matter.”

“That’s such a you thing to say,” You coo, squeezing his hand. You doubt he can even feel it, his palm is so scarily large.

“It’s true!” He argues, not unkindly. “What good is having all that money when you don’t have any family or friends to share it with? What man would want a big mansion all to himself?”

You’re tempted to break the news to him that many men would in fact love that, But Clark is a family man at heart, and a generous soul. So you just shrug.

“He could share it with me, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Gosh,” Clark huffs bashfully, looking to the side.

You like teasing him. His patience is bordering superhuman levels, but you still don’t want to haze him too much. He’s a good guy.

“I’m only kidding. Sorry, babe, I’m not being a lady.”

Clark pushes up the lenses of his glasses yet again. The ends of them are in a sweet spot behind his ear you’d like to kiss. “Oh, you don’t have to be a lady with me, that’s silly.”

“Only ‘cause you’re such a gentleman,” You say, letting go of his hand and linking your arm through his. “You’re polite enough for the both of us.”

You must have a lot of nerve to do what you’re doing, you think, but Clark doesn’t seem to mind when you begin to hold his bicep in your hand.

So, so firm. And huge! You can feel the muscle even through his endearingly ill-fitting blazer. You bite your lip, beaming at the floor like an idiot. You have half a mind to just sprint home so you can jump up and down and squeal in private.

“You don’t have to worry, you know,” He says, glancing at you in the corner of his eye. “I won’t let anything happen to you. And this town is pretty safe, as it goes.”

Poor, innocent Kansas boy thinks the reason you’re clinging to him is because you’re scared. “Compared to my horrible, dangerous hometown?” You surmise with a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t say that!” he shakes his head, “But, y’know…”

In response, Clark receives a good nudge by your elbow that’s still tucked under his arm. “Hey!”

He pretends to lose his balance, though he’s not fooling anybody. “Sorry. Is it as bad as people say there? I hope you weren’t walking around at night like this.”

You hum. “Well, the strong, handsome man designated to walk me home in Gotham was only available on weekends, so.”

“Funny,” He deadpans, clearly not finding it very funny.

You press your cheek to his shoulder. Clark doesn’t mind that you’re practically draping yourself over him, even if he can’t use one of his arms. You’re grateful for it.

“Are you cold?” he asks innocently.

You don’t really know, in all honesty. You can’t feel much but the plush of his muscle against your fingers, against your cheek. Clark is rigid, firm, but not insanely lean. There’s a little extra plump on him that’s incredibly enticing.

“Maybe,” You mumble, mostly just to see what he’ll say. You’ll need to do something soon, because not being able to jump him is making you dizzy.

“Only a few blocks away,” He reassures you, and you wonder foolishly if that’s all he’ll do about it, but this is midwestern gentleman Clark Kent. “What can I do?” He asks again.

“Remind me to bring a warmer coat?”

“Sure. But in the meantime…” he looks down at you clinging onto him like a stubborn tick. How can one person be so cute? He might have to do some jumping and squealing at home himself. “Let go?”

He feels you push your weight off of him with a start, and Clark has the gall to laugh at you. “Sorry-” You say, creating distance. “Sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine, sweet girl. Just- come here, please? Look.”

He reaches his now free arm around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing your lower arm. You don’t gasp, necessarily, but you do lose your breath a little. He’s hugging you, holding you like a boyfriend does. This is good. This is really good.

“I figure this is a little warmer than you holding on to me all by yourself,” He explains, as if you’d need a reason to want his arms around you. “Is that better?”

“You’re a furnace,” You observe, glad to be back in close proximity of said furnace. “Clark Joseph Kent, who made you?”

He tenses up for a moment, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you, before smiling it off. “What?”

“I don’t think you’re real,” You say, rushing your steps to keep up. Your apartment is only a few feet away. “I think you’re some sort of government experiment created to convince people men are nice.”

Clark frowns. “Are men not nice to you?”

You roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, actually.”

“Oh, would you take a look at that! We’re here.”

“Hmph.”

You separate your body from his to skip to your front door. Later, while everyone else is asleep, you’ll be up thinking about his voice, and his hands, and his hair, his smile… Some things are better kept secret.

“Thanks for walking me home, handsome.”

He furrows his eyebrows adorably. “It’s nothing, you don’t have to thank me. I’ll have more peace of mind if I know you’re safe. It’s no inconvenience to me. Okay?”

You smile, grabbing his hand and holding it in both of yours. “Okay.”

“Have a good night,” Clark offers sheepishly. The girl of his dreams is holding his dumb hand, and all he can do is hope she can’t feel how much he wants to lean in and kiss her silly.

What an ungentlemanly thought. He’s terrible.

You nod. “I will now. Text me when you get home? Actually, call me. I’ll need to hear your voice, or I might think someone’s kidnapped you.”

“Well, I can’t have you thinking that, can I?”

“Nope. You can’t get snatched from me, Clark, I won’t allow it.”

Clark puffs up his chest then, not in an effort to look tough, but rather to stop looking so shamefully nervous. “I don’t think anything could possibly snatch me from you.”

Sweet, stupid idiot boy. You could just slap him for being so cute. “Yeah? You like me that much, Kansas?”

“More than that much,” He scoffs. “Night, honey.”

You let go of his hands, and tiptoe in an attempt to reach his cheek with your lips, but still coming a bit short. Clark realizes what it is you’re trying to do, and graciously crouches down for you.

“Goodnight, Clark,” You mumble against his cheek. You press a peck there with a resounding muah! and take your hands off his face.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” He asks, touching his cheek without thinking.

And in my dreams, you think.

Alas, “Yeah,” you say instead. “Tomorrow.”

#clark kent x reader #clark kent #clark kent x female reader #superman x reader #clark kent fluff #clark kent imagine #clark kent x you

bambisafe-deactivated20251001

clark looking criminally hot handling your laundry

cw: afab!reader, reader’s eluded to wear dresses, established relationship, fluff, flirting, pet names.

“you’re so hot when you know what you’re doing,”

you’re sprawled on the bed, watching him fold your clothes. he’s not teasing, doesn’t smirk, just happy to help. and didn’t even ask. all he did was volunteer because you should relax, he told you. you can lean on me, alright?

and now, your little comment. your innocent flirting. it broke him.

clark immediately pauses, one of your soft, flowy dresses drooping between those big farm-boy hands, ears fire truck red.

“h-hot?” he echoes the word like he’s never heard it once in his life.

#clark kent fic #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent fanfiction #superman x y/n #superman x you

davids-dimples

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Clark Kent being clumsy as always.

warnings - mention of blood

masterlist

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There was nothing about Clark Kent that you could hate. Sure you could say you hated how clumsy the man was, but you would still find it adorable because of the curls that would fall on his forehead when he would stand back up from picking up his papers.

Or when it was your first day and he spilled coffee over your brand new white shirt — the repeated apologies falling off his soft lips. The soft smile he gave you when you walked into work the next day, making sure he was far away so he didn’t spill his coffee on you this time.

But that was seven months ago. Seven months ago, you would never believe where you would be at this moment — cleaning up Superman.

Clark hissed as you gently rubbed the blood off the side of his temple. He was on his knees in front of you, holding your waist while you sat on the couch cleaning him up.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry sweet boy.” You whisper to him. It only made Clark hold on tighter.

Clark was horrible about keeping secrets when it came down to you. You made him feel so comfortable, he wanted to tell you every single tiny thought that went on in his beautiful head. You very quickly became someone extremely important to him. He felt the need to tell you about him being Superman.

It was a night you’ll never forget.

It was your fifth date with Clark. You laid on Clark’s chest as you both watched the sunset.

“I have a better idea…a better way to see this.” Clark quickly got up, pulling you up with him.

“Clark what are you-“ You were cut off with Clark flying into the air. You yelp, holding onto him tightly. All Clark could do was to give you his sweet smile. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“See, it’s more beautiful up here.” He searched your face for any sign of anything. You just kept smiling, “This is amazing Clark; it’s so beautiful.” Clark chuckles, “Why didn’t you tell me you were Superman?”

He wanted to keep you safe and not to worry you. You’ve seen how pretty badly Superman has gotten beaten up. He never wanted you to genuinely see that in person.

You continue to clean Clark up, you could tell he was tired. “I really got my ass kicked, didn’t I?” His voice being muffled from pressing his face into your body. You hum in response.

He pulls away from your body. His eyes watery, his dimples showing as he gives you a soft smile. “I’m okay.” You hear him say, rubbing the side of your thigh.

“I bet you’re tired. Get out of your suit and I’ll make sure the bed is ready for you, okay?” He smiles in response, giving you a quick kiss before letting you walk away.

Before you could even walk fully into your bedroom, you hear things falling in the front room. You quickly run out — Clark standing there with a dorky smile. “Gosh you’re so clumsy. You’re supposed to be Superman. How can Superman be so clumsy?” You tease, helping him pick up the papers and notebooks that he knocked off the end table.

The night ended with Clark cuddled up to you, his nose pressed up onto your jawline as you listened to his soft breathing. You rubbed his back, happy he was getting some rest. He flutters his eyes open, “Tomorrow I’ll let you interview me as Superman.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile.

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A/N : Time I got on the David writing grind. I’m not sure how well this is going to do because this is probably one of my most crappy writings. (I know I don’t have any others posted on here but it’s because I deleted them 🤗)

#superman #clark kent #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #superman x reader #superman x you #clark kent x reader

pittsick

CLARK KENT WHEN HE… EATS YOU OUT.

There’s something reverent about the way Clark touches you—like you’re made of stardust and silk. Like he knows how powerful he is, and how fragile you are in comparison, and treats every inch of you like a sacred trust.

Which is exactly why it wrecks you when he’s down there, broad shoulders tucked between your thighs like it’s where he belongs.

He's gentle at first—lips dragging over your skin with aching slowness, kissing your inner thighs like he’s memorizing them. The scratch of his two-day stubble makes you shiver, but his mouth is soft, warm. Worshipful. You can feel his breath when he exhales, and it’s hot, nearly supernatural, like everything else about him.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low and impossibly calm. “Let me take care of you.”

And God, he does.

Clark doesn’t rush. Doesn’t just dive in or tear you apart the way he could. He takes his time—long, slow licks that have your back arching off the bed before you can stop yourself. He’s thorough in a way that borders on obsession. His mouth moves like he’s mapping you out, learning exactly what makes you twitch, sigh, beg.

When he moans against you—moans, because he gets off on this too—you damn near come apart.

His tongue moves deeper, more confident, and when he wraps his arms under your thighs to pull you closer, it’s over. His grip is strong but careful, anchoring you there, locking you in place while he eats like a man starved. The kind of hunger that has nothing to do with food and everything to do with you.

Your fingers wind into his hair, tugging hard. He groans again, rutting his hips into the mattress like he needs you just as badly.

“Clark—fuck—I—” You can’t even finish the sentence. You’re already there, already unraveling under the heat of his mouth, your body drawn tight like wire and sparking like lightning.

He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re trembling, not until he’s coaxed everything out of you, not until your whole body is limp and wet and shaking from the inside out.

Only then does he lift his head, lips slick, eyes glowing like you just gave him the sun.

And when he kisses you—slow, deep, ruined—you taste yourself on his tongue.

#superman x reader #superman fic #superman smut #supernatural blurb #superman headcanons #superman x you #superman #clark kent

barbienextdoor

neighbor!clark who greets you on your very first morning in town with his mom’s homemade apple pie, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s not sure if you actually want it, but hoping you’ll say yes anyway.

neighbor!clark who’s always the first to rush over when you’re juggling too many grocery bags, taking half of them before you can protest, and walking you to your door like it’s second nature.

neighbor!clark who somehow always has time to fix things for you; changing the lightbulb you can’t reach, unclogging your stubborn sink, coaxing your car’s engine back to life with a smile that makes you suspicious he’s hiding more than just mechanical skills.

neighbor!clark who once (accidentally… or so he claims) used his x-ray vision while you were in the shower and couldn’t look you in the eye for three days afterward.

neighbor!clark who shows up during a power outage with an easy smile and a flashlight, saying he’ll “just keep you company and make sure you’re safe,” but staying long enough that you both end up asleep on the couch.

neighbor!clark who “forgets” his jacket at your place after helping you carry something heavy, so you’ll have to come by and return it.

neighbor!clark who definitely heard you tell your best friend about your “hot neighbor” when the window was open and hasn’t let you live it down since.

#neighbor!clark #clark kent headcanons #clark kent x reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent fanfic #clark kent #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you

crimeana

SITTING IN CLARK’S LAP.

nsfw, fingering

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Thinking about sitting in Clark’s lap that you barely take up half of.

He’s already stripped you down to your panties and he’s still completely clothed. One of his hands works relentlessly at your clit, the other gripping onto you for dear life.

Your back is pressed flush against his chest, ass instinctively grinding down on the prominent tent in his pants. But he couldn’t care less about getting himself off right now (or ever). No, not when your head is falling back on his shoulder and you’re letting out those pretty little sounds.

Knowing that he was giving you this pleasure was more than enough. That it’s his fingers making you soak through the thin lace fabric, dripping down your thighs and onto his.

He knows you’re getting close when your walls start clenching impossibly harder around his digits, as if sucking them in to keep you full forever.

He stops nipping at your neck (/shoulder/whatever he could get his mouth on) to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, worshipping you even after you’ve come down.

#clark kent #superman #clark kent smut #superman smut #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you

honey-on-your-tongue

Clark who after a silly, drunken hookup with you (his coworker) finds you forgot your panties at his place. And, being the good boy he is, he washes them so he can return them.

(He'd been reluctant about removing the scent of your slick from them, but he didn't want to give them back to you all dirtied.)

When he manages to catch you alone on Monday morning and hands them to you — all flustered and stuttering out murmured apologies, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink — you seem amused.

“You could've kept them,” you point out, a grin curling the corner of your mouth.

He blinks at you and a tiny furrow forms between his eyebrows. “What for?” he questions.

You just smile at him. “Here. Let's trade.” You grab him by the hand and lead the way.

He didn't expect to end up locked in the bathroom with you, his body caging yours against the wall while his hand works under your skirt, fingers fucking deep into your cunt while you hold onto his arms for dear life.

You're moaning quietly, trying to not be too loud lest someone realizes what's going on in here. Your legs are shaking and getting closer to giving out with every curl of his digits that allows him to press that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

“Clark, oh my God,” you whine into his ear, nails digging into his skin.

#clark kent x you #clark kent smut #clark kent x reader #clark kent #x fem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x f!reader #clark kent x f!reader

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.”

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#dominic harrison #dom harrison #dominic harrison imagine #dominic harrison x reader #yungblud #yungblud imagine #yungblud fluff #yungblud x reader #read later

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

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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

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