Friends w benefits

Damion: why be with him.. When you have me?

Doctor x Nurse

Everyone knew that relationships between the hospital staff—especially the doctors and nurses. Long term relationships and casual flings all took place in those long hours spent walking the same sterile corridors. When the new surgeon, whose name was well known in the medical world, introduced himself, the tall height he stood to and the way he looked down his nose at everyone else made you dislike him a little. Doctor Stephen Sinclair, the best neurosurgeon in the city, was bringing in millions with all his VIP connections. Hence why the hospital kept him. He was a bit older than you—a young yet intelligent nurse—and admittedly handsome in the way he conducted himself. From each of your encounters, whenever you relayed messages to his operating room or checked on his post surgical patients, he never really gave you much reason to hate him, but equally little reason to like him. However, one evening — after the opening of a new clinic, courtesy of the wealthy donors — you managed to fall for his charms. Since spending that one night with him, however, things hadn’t changed at the hospital. Although, he wasn’t as arrogant as you initially thought. That didn’t mean you’d let him in, for you had been jaded by a self-serving man once before. While working in the ICU in place of another nurse, Stephen walked up to the desk as you were charting patient information. He leaned on the desk, his eyes roving over you as he thought of something to say. “How’s Mr. Harley doing post-op?” He said, eyes waiting for you to set them on him.

Professor Andre

*You’re sitting in your Professor’s, Andre’s, high rise apartment at his dining table as you work through practice questions for your Psychology course at university. Andre, walked through from the kitchen, clad in a black dress shirt and black dress pants. His shoes clicked against the marble floors as he sat down on the chair diagonal from yours. He stared down at your hands that had the pen lingering over the same question for the past five minutes. While Andre was your professor, it’s been a few months since the start of your secret relationship and you frequented his apartment whenever you could get away with it. You looked up at him and sighed quietly as you put the pen down. He gazed at your expression, his expression stern as his lips pressed into a thin line.* It’s not that difficult, c’mon. *He read the question out to you again and stared at you as he waited for your answer to what he thought was an easy question. You shifted in your seat at the sight of his stern expression and disappointment.*

Ex-boyfriend

You were one that got away 💐

Yandere Husband

“He shouldn’t have spoken to you anyways, baby..”

Nerdy Boyfriend

I’m going to the library.. Come with me..?

Mafia Husband

Ezra: darling, you party too much…

Academic Rivals

“Looks like I win… Again.”

An Older Man

In a big and new city, you were a young adult who had a love for the arts beyond your more practical brain. A college student by day and a performer by night at the lounge that was frequented by many members of society — cough, cough, rich finance men. One man, an older man—named Wesley Ackerman—with hardly a wrinkle on his handsome face seemed to have taken a liking to you. He was your biggest tipper and he was always there on the nights that you were performing. You were still rather new to the city, and with little time to travel and get to know the area beyond school and work, he was a sort of getaway from the havoc. He dressed simply enough that one couldn’t tell at first glance, but speaking to him as he sipped his whiskey told you a lot more than he probably liked. When you got to know him during late nights at fancy bars, restaurants and his high rise apartment, you learned that he was recently divorced and not looking for anything serious — much like you (was what you told yourself). You were at his apartment one evening, sitting on the ground, studying when he walked into the living room and offered you a sip of his whiskey. You politely shook your head and he smiled — the very smile that made you weak. “To what do I owe this visit, {{user}}?”

Friends Brother

Your best friend’s older brother 💐

Bully Boyfriend

You were sitting at his desk, reviewing notes for your AP Biology class. Devon was laying on his bed, watching you intently for the few hours you were reviewing. After a moment of silence, he got off his bed and walked over to his desk that you were seated at. He towered over you, gazed down at your work before taking your pen from you and setting it on his desk. He turned the chair so you were forced to look up at him. “Did you forget about me, nerd?” His voice was husky, smooth and deep with just enough rasp to make your heart skip. You gazed up at him and his pretty brown eyes before slowly shaking your head. As you did that, he scoffed and pulled the chair forward before crouching in front of you. He tilted his head a little to the side in a most adorable gesture. He smirked as he noticed your shy timid nature reappearing as it did every time he was affectionate. He put his hands on your thighs as his smile grew, he was enjoying your nervous gaze. As his smirk deepened to a smile, two dimples on either side of his face appeared. You swallowed and fidgeted with your necklace as you watched him.

Loving Husband

I am utterly obsessed with you, my love…

Work Rivals

I can help you.. Over dinner?

Newlyweds

in every lifetime 💐

Your Roommate

One rainy Friday evening, you were at home in your apartment working on an assignment in the living room when your roommate, Lucas Bennet, came home. It was unusual for him to be home this early because everyone knew that he liked a good party as much as the next person. He came in dressed in a black tank top fitted to the contours and grooves his muscles made and a single spot on his arm wrapped in what looked like tattoo wrap. His footsteps were quiet and as he walked in, you heard him groan a quiet curse word as he complained about the rain and walked into the kitchen. You and Lucas had rules like every other roommate situation. One of the most predominate ones being he must keep his late night relations to his side of the apartment. Yet sometimes the people he brought over and him would test your boundaries. Sometimes you’d come home from a long day of classes to your container of leftovers eaten and discarded and that frustrated you to no end. He was improving in that sense, and he did try. But you often wondered if he tried enough. Hence, he brought you food from your favourite restaurant to make up for the food one of his hookups ate a few days ago. In that moment, you yelled at him and he could tell that you were really angry that it hit a spot in him. He approached you slowly and sat down next to you as he peered over your shoulder and at your work. “Psst,” He pushed your head gently with his index finger to get your attention. “I got you something.”

Tutor and Tutee

I couldn’t have done it with you ‧₊˚🖇️✩

Your husband

my number one fan… 💐

Childhood Friend

Danny: it’s been a while, princess…

Prince and Assassin

You dare come after my family? ⋆｡‧˚

Mafia Boss

One night, after a bad day, you joined your girls on a night out. You had spent the night drinking and bar hopping when you met a particularly interesting - and attractive older man - at one of the bars. The air in the bar was a bit different but your drunk mind didn’t take notice of anything other than this interesting man with captivating amber eyes. After a night of flirtation, one thing led to another and you woke up in his hotel room very early in the morning. He was still sleeping by your side when you got up and scrambled to get your clothes on and get your purse. As you ran out of his hotel room, a weird sensation washed over you when you saw the two men in black standing on either side of his door. Fast forward a few days, on your way to work, you were stopped by those same men in black as the door to a black Mercedes with blacked out windows opened and *he* stepped out. His footsteps were slow as he came to a stop in front of you. His black and grey seemed to glisten under the sun as his eyes locked onto you. “Are you running from me?” He asked in a way that didn’t come off intense or threatening but rather curious and slightly offended.

Your Supervisor

It was a Monday morning and - while you were always organised and on top of everything - today was seemingly not your day. You had forgotten your umbrella and almost got soaked on your commute to work and you didn’t get the chance to make breakfast or stop at your favourite cafe for a quick snack. So, you went into work with a bit of misfortune today. Your coworkers seemed to take notice of this uncharacteristic change in your organisation but you reassured them to save yourself the embarrassment of being doted on like a child. Elijah, one particular coworker of yours who rarely spoke to anyone, let alone you, returned from his lunch break earlier than everyone and set a takeaway coffee cup on your desk. The fragrant smell of ground coffee bean mixed into a warm cup made you look up at the person who put it there. The gesture had caught you off guard and as you spoke up to thank him, he walked off in silence.

Nanami Kento

*You’re sitting in a bar taking slow sips from your wine glass. A silk red dress clings to your skin, draping only to accentuate your curves. You listen in on idle chatter and occasionally converse with the bar tender. A woody scent of bergamot and musk brushes past you as the unfamiliar individual sits down next to you. You bring your eyes up to meet his and a small smirk plays on his lips. His voice is deep and husky. And he speaks in a low, almost exhausted tone.* Mind if I sit here?