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I Wanna Be Yours - Dalton Lambert
Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, jealous!Dalton
Summary: When you start dating a frat boy, Dalton is jealous but not for the reason you think.
A/N: Wooo! My jealous!Dalton one shot is finally here! I am also gonna be writing another multi part fic for Dalton and I am v excited! Please let me know what you think and I hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all very much! xxx
You looked up from where you were chopping the veggies for dinner when you heard a quiet huff escape your best friend’s mouth. He pressed play on the crime drama show, letting the opening credits roll before he paused it again. Dalton glanced at you from over his shoulder, making you laugh.
“What?” you asked innocently, giggling when he shook his head, “hey, you wanted to watch the show too,” you accused.
He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, “yeah but I didn’t realise I’d have to watch you moon over Richard Armitage,” he chuckled before he continued, “uh, are you sure that it’s not weird for you and Chris to be coming out with me and my parent’s tomorrow?”
Dalton’s parents were getting back together and they were coming to town to have dinner with their son. They had very kindly extended the invitation to include you and Chris, knowing how close the three of you were.
“I can’t speak for Chris but I like your parents,” it was true, you did like them, they were really nice people.
Dalton snorted out a laugh, “you’re just saying that because you fancy my dad.”
You flushed at his words but didn’t deny them because he was right, you did fancy his dad. Dalton’s dad was hot, “I thought we had agreed that we’d never speak of that conversation again,” you mumbled.
You had been very drunk when you had admitted to Dalton that you fancied his dad, it was his fault for dragging you to the frat party in the first place. He grinned at your words and you couldn’t stop looking at him as his cheeks dimpled. You should have been paying attention because the knife slipped and pain shot through your finger.
“Fuck!” you gasped and dropped the knife.
Dalton frowned as he heard the metal clatter on the kitchen surface and he immediately made his way over, “Y/N, let me see it.”
You shook your head quickly, blood made you feel queasy, “I’m sure it’s fine,” you shielded it from view.
“Angel,” Dalton’s voice was firm as he looked into your eyes but he still flushed as the pet name fell from his lips, “let me see it,” he repeated, causing you to nod and he pulled your hand to him gently to inspect the wound.
You sucked in a breath as you refused to look at it, “am I bleeding loads?” you asked and Dalton hummed.
“Yep, I think we’re gonna have to cut it off.”
“What?!” you yelped, completely losing your head.
Dalton grinned up at you with an apologetic look on his face, “sorry, I was kidding, it’s not deep, you just need a band aid,” he walked over to the kitchen cupboard to get his first aid kit. Dalton decided at the start of the second year that he wanted to live off campus.
You watched him as he did so and he went to pull out a Spider-Man band aid, “wait! I want a Superman one,” you flushed as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow but nodded all the same as he walked back over to you.
He was extremely gentle as he put the band aid on, “I thought that Spider-Man was your favourite?” he asked.
You forced a weak smile, “he is, I just fancied a change,” you blushed, you could hardly tell him that the reason for the change was because Superman was his favourite.
He accepted this though as he smiled and brought your finger to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, “there you go.”
“You smiled, “thanks, I’m sorry about the veggies.”
Dalton laughed as he shook his head, “they don’t belong on pizza anyway.”
Almost 24 hours later, you were sitting across from Dalton, Josh was next to him with Renai and Chris on either side of you. Dalton had had a bit of a haircut, it wasn’t much shorter but it looked good and you could barely keep your eyes away. But, it was okay, you were an expert on sneaking glances at your best friend.
Finally, the conversation turned from classes to your life beyond them, Dalton and Chris talked about the frat parties they’d attended, Josh looked proud while Renai looked protective. You were contented to simply listen and eat your food.
Renai looked at you with a soft smile, “and what about you sweetie?”
Before you could answer, Chris smirked over at you, “she didn’t tell you? She’s got a date on Saturday.”
You glared at her while Renai gushed, “that’s amazing! Tell us all about it.”
You laughed and you were about to launch into the story when Dalton spoke up, “it’s the guy from the frat party,” it was a statement not a question and your smile dropped slightly as you looked over at him.
He had no expression on his face, it was in eyes, eyes that were once the warm blue colour of the ocean were now two chips of ice, “you never told me.”
Josh threw you a look that you couldn’t decipher before he looked at his son with a light laugh, “does she have to tell you? Are you her dad?”
Dalton said nothing as he looked down at his plate and pushed his food around. The tension was slightly awkward but with Josh cracking jokes it soon dissipated but Dalton didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night.
When it came for you to go home, he let you take a cab with Chris – he normally insisted on taking you right to your door. He muttered to Chris about texting him when she got home but he said nothing to you. When he wrapped one arm around you in a poor attempt of a hug his body was rigid. You didn’t know what his problem was. Was he really that annoyed that you hadn’t told him? You decided to text him when you got back to the dorm.
You: what the hell is your problem?
The text went unanswered which pissed you off.
Your date with Brad was nice, he was really sweet and nothing like the usual frat boy. Even when his friends called him halfway through dessert to try and get him to a watch a ball game with them, he opted to stay with you, and he even walked you home afterwards. You let him kiss you beneath the streetlight outside your dorm building.
When Chris put a message in the group chat asking you how the date went, you told her everything. Dalton stayed silent. The happy bubble that the date had created in your chest when you realised he’d been reading all the messages but he hadn’t cared enough to reply. Fine, you thought, if he wasn’t going to care about you then you weren’t going to care about him. He couldn’t have it both ways.
You barely lasted a week without seeing or speaking to Dalton but it was the longest you’d ever gone without any contact from him. You were hurt but you still decided to enjoy yourself, you weren’t going to wallow in your misery. Though you were pissed off and when he hadn’t tried to reach out you decided to go to his apartment and get answers for yourself.
You knocked on the door of his apartment and there was silence behind the door, but you saw a shadow from the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You rolled your eyes as the shadow stayed there but the door didn’t open.
“I know you’re there, Dalton. I can see your feet,” a thunk came from the other side of the door and you vaguely wondered if he’d leaned his head against it before the door swung open.
He looked good in grey sweatpants and a white tee, he looked tired like he hadn’t slept in days and he raised an eyebrow as he lingered in the doorway. You swallowed as you looked at his face, “can I come in?” he stood aside to let you in, you walked in and decided to cut to the chase, “what’s your problem, Dalton?”
He sighed and shrugged petulantly as he leaned his hip against the counter, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were dating your lost cause.”
“Lost cause? Brad’s really nice, you don’t have to be a dick.”
Dalton rolled his eyes, “oh come on Y/N don’t be so naïve, I’m sure all frat guys start out nice before they’re slipping something into your drink. They’re all the same.”
You could tell that he believed what he was saying but it looked like there was something else on his mind, “it’s not just that though is it? Dalton, you’re being a complete ass right now but you’re my best friend. What’s going on?”
Dalton sighed and his eyes softened, he raked a hand through his hair as he looked away from you. He took a deep breath as he looked back at your face, “I’m jealous.”
You frowned, “Dalton, even though I’m dating someone I’m not gonna stop hanging around with you and Chris, you guys are my friends, my family,” you completely missed the point.
Dalton’s eyes widened, “are you really that oblivious?” when you raised a questioning eyebrow he continued, fiddling with his fingers, “I’m jealous because I’ve fallen for you. Fallen for the girl who travelled an hour out of the city just to get my favourite hangover cure, the girl who would literally stay up with me over FaceTime when The Further got really bad. I love you, Y/N. I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I’m sorry that I’ve been a dick but,” he stammered, “the thought of you with someone else broke my heart.”
You were silent as your stomach lurched and you stared at him, he stared back before he swallowed nervously as hurt filled his blue eyes, “you can’t do this, Dalton.”
“What?” he whispered.
“Do you know how hard it was trying to get over you? To convince myself you only saw me as a friend. Loving you breaks my heart, Dalton. Brad was only ever meant to be a distraction,” you trailed off, not finishing the sentence.
“But, you actually like him,” Dalton finished for you and you nodded.
A part of you was screaming to just give in to him and tell him that you still loved him, the feelings that you had almost talked yourself out of came rushing back. You were fixed in place as Dalton walked over to you, resting a finger against your chin.
“You need to tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me anymore, tell me and we’ll forget this, we’ll stay friends and I’ll get over you and let you be happy. But Y/N, if there is one part of you that still has feelings for me, please Y/N, please just let me love you.”
You didn’t say anything, how could you? You couldn’t say that you would drop everything to be with him, even for just a night. What you felt must have been clear in your face because Dalton leaned in, his eyes flicking to your face to look for any sign you were going to reject him or any sign that you didn’t want this. When he didn’t find either he kissed you so softly.
“We need to talk about this, properly,” you whispered as he pulled away from you.
“I know.”
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rip kate dalton you would've loved the "teenage jealousy" demo from texas-based rock band waterparks
#we are the tigers#kate dalton#'i uh redact what i said here' so true#girlie also tends to mouth off when she Should Not#and is also a jealous teenager! how convenient#i'm just yelling into the void#the intended audience is me myself and i
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jealous slashers~!✧
With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman
tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included
Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys
Michael
Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.
Brahms
Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.
"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.
Jason
As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.
Billy & Stu
Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.
"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.
Vincent
There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.
But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.
"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"
Bo
Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.
"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.
Lester
Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.
A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."
Thomas
Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.
Sal Fisher
Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.
"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.
Patrick
A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.
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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."
#slashers x reader#slasher imagines#michael myers x reader#michael myers imagines#jason voorhees x reader#jason voorhees imagine#scream x reader#scream imagines#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#billy x reader x stu#brahms heelshire x reader#thomas sawyer x reader#tcm imagines#house of wax x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#bo sinclair x reader#lester sinclair x reader#sally face x reader#sal fisher x reader#sally face imagines#patrick bateman x reader#cherubfae 2024
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pitseleh-d.lambert
chris calls you at exactly 130 in the morning.
you’d been awake, of course; your homework wasn’t gonna do itself, and you always found that you worked better at night anyway.
being best friends since middle school had always had it’s advantages. you two knew each other inside and out, and she’d never call you this late unless-
“something’s wrong.” you answer the phone, hearing booming music and a familiar voice trying to yell over it in the back.
“i hate that you already-“
“is that y/n???”
“give it-“
“i’m fine!”
it’s a very exasperated dalton on the other end, having seemingly wrestled chris’ phone away from her.
“hi, dalton.” you greet him. “can you give chris the phone?”
“no, i’m-chris, please!”
“he’s drunk and i can’t babysit anymore. can you please watch him and make sure he doesn’t asphyxiate?”
she cuts you off before you can object. “listen, you’re already gonna be awake most of the night. i know you. it’s something to do, at least—“
“okay.” you relent, shutting your laptop. “just get him here in one piece and i’ll take care of him.”
“i love you.” chris sighs, “like truly, genuinely, i will propose to you right now. cmon, dolphin-yes, we’re going to y/n’s—“
the call cuts off, and you flop against your bed, staring at your ceiling.
you’d opted to live off campus, working in the bookstore to pay for your apartment. it was small, and your neighbors were loud, and the walls were thin, but it was home.
chris would stay with you often before she started school, having been a year younger than you, wanting to get acclimated to the college town before she moved there. since she’d become friends with her roommate, he’d often join you two, rounding out your duo into a trio.
dalton was quiet, but kind, a talented artist with some unresolved trauma you’d never judge him for if he chose to divulge. you liked him, but it always felt like there was a wall up between you two, one he wanted to break through but couldn’t.
you’re jolted from your thoughts by a sharp knock at the door. standing up from the couch, you open the door, chris dragging dalton in by his hand.
“thank you so much.” she sighs, getting the door shut behind him as he flops down onto your couch.
“i feel fine.” dalton complains, “you don’t have to babysit me.”
“oh yes she does!” chris cuts him off. “you almost hurled twice on the way here, and i have work in the morning. i can’t keep you alive and sleep at the same time.”
“dal, it’s okay. i’ll get you a bowl, you can crash on the couch, we’ll put a movie on or something. it’ll be fun.” you assure him.
“go sleep.” you direct your attention to chris, “we’ll be okay.”
she leaves you with a quick hug and another thank you, promising to bring you your favorite takeout when she comes home from her shift tomorrow, and you’re left alone with a slowly sobering up dalton on your couch.
“you okay?” you ask him earnestly, wrapping your cardigan around yourself. “i can get you a blanket, or-“
“you’re okay. i’m just admiring the place.”
“you’ve been here before.”
“yeah, but i’ve never really looked at it.” dalton explains. “it’s..warm. i like it.”
you shrug. “i kind of just threw blankets and string lights up everywhere and kinda hoped for the best.”
he laughs, soft but bright, and your stomach flips in the best possible way.
“i only had like 2 shots, just so you know.” dalton explains. “chris is just-“
“worried.” you cut him off. “yeah, i know. she’s just like her mom. always concerned for everyone.”
dalton nods. “you two are close.”
“she’s like the one person who’s always been there for me.” you explain, joining him on the couch. “best friends since kindergarten and first grade.”
“i’m jealous.” dalton admits. “i never really made friends like that.”
you shrug. “i mean, we kinda adopted you.”
dalton shakes his head. “she’s my roommate. she just wants to be nice-“
“if she’s just being nice then why did she bring you over here?” you object. “she was worried about you, dalton, you don’t worry about people you don’t care about.”
dalton looks at you, taking in what you’d just told him.
“i don’t let people i don’t care about into my space, just so you know.” you add. “i’ve worked hard making this little shithole feel like home. you’re always welcome in it.”
dalton nods, not meeting your eyes.
“hey.” you grab his hand. “something’s up.”
he looks at you, big blue eyes staring through you, not at you.
“i don’t know how to do this.” dalton admits.
“do what?”
he pauses for a second, still looking at you. then, he brings your hand up to his cheek, holding your palm against his face.
“dalton-“
he leans in, kissing you in a way so gentle, so sweet that it would make your knees buckle had you been standing up.
when he pulls back, you open your eyes to his already staring at you, a world’s worth of emotion in them.
you smile, moving your other hand so you’re cradling his face, brushing his cheekbones with your thumbs.
you kiss him again, and feel the warmth he’d been talking about earlier spread through your chest.
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☆ Make me your Aphrodite (+18)
Dalton Lambert x reader
Summary : Dalton put your ex Ethan Landry in his place.
Warning(s) : SMUT, Language.
You threw your head back, your mouth wide open with moans escaping while Dalton continued to pleasure you with his tongue.
“Dalton, please don’t stop.” You whispered to him, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake up your roommates. But you're pretty sure they heard you moan when Dalton slid his tongue inside you.
The blond looked up at you, and a flash of mischief crossed his eyes. “I wasn’t planning on stopping.”
He went back to his work and took you closer and closer to your orgasm. As you were about to cum he suddenly stopped and placed light kisses on the inside of your thighs, making you groan in frustration.
“I thought you weren’t planning to stop ?"
Dalton couldn't help but smile at how disappointed you were that you didn't cum.
“You’re the one who turned me on all week.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “And you woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck.”
your boyfriend moved back up to your face and placed a kiss on your lips. “Can you blame me ?”
You grabbed his face and kissed him again.
“Not at all but.” You swapped positions to find yourself on top of him. Grabbing his hands, you slipped them under your, or rather, his, t-shirt and placed them on your breasts. “I want you.” You sucked through your teeth as he kneaded your breasts and rolled your already erect nipples between his fingers "Now."
He bit his lip. “Is my girl impatient ?”
You moved your pelvis on his erect member, making him growl. You tilted your head, a mischievous smile. “Can you blame me ?”
He shook his head, smiling. "I'm so in love with you."
You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in to kiss him. “I am even more so.” He smiled against your lips. “Now fuck me, please.”
He stifled a laugh. “I love it when you beg.” With one hand he freed his cock from his underwear, you helped him get rid of his underwear completely and you grabbed his cock then impaled yourself on it making you both moan.
He immediately grabbed your hips to hold you. You started your movements and you thought you would die of pleasure as the pleasure rose in you.
“You like it don’t you ?”
You couldn't form a coherent response so you nodded. He put his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly making you moan even more, and wet at the same time.
Even though you loved having the upper hand on him in bed, you loved it even more when he was aggressive and dominant.
You hadn't had many sexual partners. You lost your virginity in high school, to a guy in your class who fucked you in the back of his car on prom night, not very romantic.
Subsequently you dated a boy, your best friend's roommate. Ethan Landry, and it had been the worst decision of your life, he was jealous and toxic, not to mention that he had never managed to make you cum. Your relationship must have lasted a month.
Then you met Dalton, you had been together for four months and he fulfilled you, in every way.
It's like the sky had shaped your two bodies so that they fit together perfectly. He found your G-spot in no time, every time you slept together it was like he read your thoughts, when you wanted wild sex, he took you in positions worthy of a porno, and when you wanted it to be romantic, he made love to you under the light of candles and the moon.
But now, you wanted him to fuck you so violently that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
“Dalton, go harder.” You whispered to him, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
In a second he turned you around, your stomach on the mattress, he spread your legs even further and penetrated you in one movement making you scream, camouflaged by a pillow. His thrusts became more and more violent as you cried out with pleasure into the pillow.
Another thing you loved about Dalton was that he talked a lot during the act, and god, his words alone could have made you cum.
“Don’t be shy, let me hear your pretty noises.”
“They will hear.” You moaned your sentence as you felt your orgasm approaching.
He withdrew and turned you over again, this time on your back, you knew very well what that meant, he was going to cum soon, and since he wasn't wearing a condom, he preferred to withdraw.
You decided to taunt him a little “already ?”
He came on your stomach with a grunt, once finished he caught his breath. "Don’t worry I have plans for you."
You let out a little surprised cry when he turned you around again, he took one of your hands and locked it on the pillow, then he sucked you
"I intend to make you cum until you begged me to stop."
And oh, Dalton was a man of his word, he positioned himself behind you, and for the second time that night he inserted his tongue inside you, making you see stars, in no time you were cumming on his tongue, but he didn't didn't stop there, he gently put you back on your back and devoured you for the rest of the night until you begged him to stop.
.
The next morning, Dalton woke you up with gentle kisses on your shoulder. "Hello Princess."
You stretched, smiling at him. “Hello handsome.”
He kissed you passionately while sliding his hand between your legs, making you moan.
“Still so sensitive.”
You laughed against his mouth. "Your fault."
He inserted a finger inside you and you moved your pelvis to follow his movements. “Fuck, if I could I’d be inside you all the time.”
You arched your back when he did the scissor.
You placed your hand on his to prevent him from removing it. “I want your-”
“Y/n do you have my-”
Dalton threw the blanket over you to cover your naked body as Samantha entered your room.
When she saw you, she quickly understood what was happening and she hid her eyes. "Oh shit, I'm really sorry. Take your time, breakfast is served."
Then she came out, closing the door behind her. You burst out laughing as Dalton hid his face in your neck. “I think they’re waiting for us.”
He nodded and let you get out of bed, he watched you put your panties and t-shirt back on, when you didn't see him move from the bed you frowned.
"You’re coming ?"
“I need five minutes.” You laughed again and threw a pillow at him. "
Take your time."
You sat down at the table and Tara held back from laughing as she met your gaze, you bit your lip to do the same as the others arrived at the table.
"Slept well ?" Quinn asked.
Mindy poured herself some orange juice "Great, well I think I slept more than someone else." She said, looking at you with a mischievous smile.
Chad threw a piece of bread to his sister. “Stop bothering her.” He turned to you and asked, “Where’s Dalton?”
You brought your cup of coffee to your mouth and avoided his gaze. “Um, he needed five minutes.”
Your friends burst out laughing while you tried not to do the same. Everyone was laughing except Ethan of course, he gave you murderous looks.
Dalton walked out of the room, stretching and sitting next to you, he kissed your temple and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
Tara winked at you. "So Dalton, were these five minutes satisfactory ?"
He choked on his drink making everyone laugh including you. He turned to you and rolled his eyes. “You had to say it.”
You kissed him. "Sorry."
He put a lock of hair behind your ear and breakfast resumed a normal rhythm, not for you, you were stressed, not because your friends had heard you moaning last night but because you felt Ethan's burning gaze on you, and Dalton had noticed it too, he put a protective arm around your waist up and slide your chair closer to him.
“And you Ethan, your night ?” Tara asked him.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I have known better, if only some people learned to shut their fucking mouth everyone would be better.”
His comment chilled the table, Dalton sat up slightly in his chair. “What is that supposed to mean ?"
Ethan had the nerve to smile at your boyfriend. “You know very well what that means.”
Everyone exchanged awkward glances, while Quinn tried to lighten the atmosphere. “Ethan can you go get the sugar please.” But the brunette didn't listen to her, he had a mission, to destroy Dalton.
"You know some of us have real career ambitions. So hearing you fucking your girlfriend keeps me from sleeping and therefore from being productive in class."
You glared at Ethan, while Dalton snickered. "Real career ambitions ? Like what, being an asshole in chief ?"
Ethan stood up abruptly, Dalton did the same and the tension rose. Suddenly your ex showed a smile. “But, I understand you.” He looked at you. “I fucked her too, I know how good she is.”
You expected your boyfriend to lunge at his throat but instead he smiled at him. "You mean when you lasted two minutes and you didn't make her cum ? You see, I can make her cum unlike you."
You stood up, grabbing your coffee cup. “Thanks guys, I love being talked about like I’m a fucking object.”
You gave Ethan and Dalton a murder look, the two boys watched you leave, Ethan with hatred, while Dalton quickly understood that he had screwed up. "Shit." He whispered.
“Are you going to fuck her to make things right ?” Your ex asked him.
“Ethan stop.” Chad intervened, annoyed by his roommate's behavior, Chad’scold tone and the mean look of the others silenced him as Dalton headed towards your room.
.
He found you sitting at your desk, an animal medicine book open in front of you as you took notes.
He approached slowly and kissed your neck, seeing that you didn't push him away he placed his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry." He whispered to you.
You put your pen down and sighed. "I know." He gently turned your chair towards him, once you were face to face he knelt down and took your hands in his.
“I didn’t think, it just came out.”
You met his sad gaze and you quickly forgot why you were angry with him, then it came back to you.
"I don't like the way you talk about me. It seems like I'm just some kind of prize, some fucking competition."
"I know, I'm sorry, he pissed me off and I really wanted to hit him but I know you don't want me to give him that satisfaction so that's the only thing that came to mind has the mind to hurt him."
You put your arms around his neck and nodded. “I understand, but please don’t say things like that again.”
"Promised."
He nodded and kissed you. “I love you so much y/n.”
You lightly bit his lip. "I love you even more."
Suddenly he stood up abruptly. “I have to show you something.” He went to get his sketchbook and showed you his latest work.
“The exercise was to give our image of Aphrodite.”
You were speechless when you saw what he had drawn. You.
"But it's me."
He pressed his forehead to yours and nodded.
"You are my image of Aphrodite."
You grabbed his face and whispered against his lips, “Then make me your Aphrodite.”
#scream vi#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry x you#scream#scream x reader#dalton lambert#dalton lambert x you#dalton lambert x reader#insidious
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What if Luke took over Daenerys’ place, but make it HOTD?
****Like most of my stories/headcanons, this will be ABO!!!!
The Greens win the civil war, and all of the Blacks perish, except for three; Viserys II, Aegon III, and Lucerys. Unfortunately, they spend months trapped in the Red Keep, paraded around by the Greens for their own amusement and pride. Aemond had taken Luke’s dignity in front of the court in a mock bedding ceremony.
Lucerys gets pregnant, and long into his pregnancy, about five more weeks before the expected due date, he is attacked by guards under the orders of Aegon II, and lost the babe. Once again in front of the court, Luke is shamed and made fun for it with his brothers in his arms. Aemond, over and over for a year and a half, attempted to get the former prince of the Realm pregnant, but the stress and humiliation kept killing off the babes
However, Corlys was able to find a way to get them out, and directed them to a set of islands he once came across during his travels as a budding man, and advised them to escape and set a home for themselves there
Soon, the trio were able to flee to said abandoned archipelago far off from any other country, and take residence there. The islands were once great with ties to Old Valyria, and was a safe house - well, a castle carved deep into the island’s mountains - for dragon eggs and knowledge of Old Valyria which were all frozen and kept in (semi-)safe conditions by the ones who once guarded them
With Luke being a prodigy at Valyrian thanks for Rhaenyra and Daemon, he deciphers all he needs to know from the texts, and reads them as bedtime stories for his brothers. Thus, the siblings start to learn and conduct experiments from the books containing Old Valyria’s magic - the same magic Queen Visenya was said to have involved herself with before and in the reign of King Aegon Targaryen, First of His Name and even after his demise
Luke then finds three dragon eggs, and puts them over a fire in one of the many rooms in the castle carved within the island. Months have passed, and Luke was now nearing nineteen when the eggs hatched, with all three dragons immediately bonding with Lucerys.
Aegon the Younger, gonna call him Egg here to make it easier to tell which Aegon I’m talking about, and Viserys II, who I’m gonna call Vis for the same reason, aren’t jealous, and are rather ecstatic as it meant they had some protection.
The dragons consists of a silver-purple female named Silvermoon, another reddish female named Ruby, and a bronze scaled male named Ashe. While all three dragons are bonded with Lucerys, they do still find fondness over Egg and Vis. Egg and Ashe are close despite his initial distrust due to his witness of Sunfyre burning his mother. Vis and Ruby often nap and eat together, along with playing with one another to the joy of Lucerys. Silvermoon and Luke are each other’s anchors when their siblings are out playing or hunting.
As the years pass, the three surviving members of the Blacks continue to live in peace and happiness.
Back in Westeros, the Greens have found themselves in quite the predicament; With the dragon eggs soon going cold, their only living dragon being Vhagar, and with their increasing unpopularity with the townsfolk and pressure and claims of promises they must fulfill from the Lords of Houses who sided with them, they knew it was the start of their fall from grace. The Greens pretty much walked so the Lannisters from GOT could run.
About three or four years have passed since the Dance. And Luke is suddenly met with a fleet from House Greyjoy, led by the Red Kraken, Dalton Greyjoy himself.
The man was sailing his ships, raiding villages and taking treasure when he comes upon Luke and his brothers’ island home. When Luke comes to deal with him alone, Dalton threatens to finish what the Greens have started, before Luke calls for his dragons and brothers to spearhead a surprise attack on the Greyjoy Fleet.
Luke had seen the fleet from the horizon sailing for them, and immediately sprung himself, his brothers, and his dragons to action. With three medium sized dragons, not even fully done growing yet, and two extremely peeved and held back boys, who know Black Magic mind you, now allowed to go wild caused his men some arms and legs and even their lives, so Dalton halts his forces and attempts to broker a deal; If Luke lets the Greyjoy men safely go, he’ll make sure the island knows no suffering or pillaging or death.
Luke agrees, but when Dalton is about to board the ship, the former prince stops him, and says that the deal only secured the safety of the men under the Red Kraken’s command, and not the Kraken himself.
Amused by his trickery, Dalton surrenders to staying behind, but does make a small adjustment to allow him letters and occasional visits from his people to keep them in check.
A year passes, and the Red Kraken and Blue Dragon fall head over heels together, and marry in the ways of Old Valyria and of the Drowned God. They consummate their marriage in their own section of the castle, with the other sections lived in by the dragons, Egg, and Vis.
Nine months later, Luke pops out twins; an Omega girl named Rhaelys and an Alpha boy named Rhaemon.
The islands Luke had taken up residence over soon had a small port and villages containing wayward travelers, outcasts and those exiled start popping up, and the Greyjoy Fleet, and soon the Ironborn, named the place Dragonborne Islands - the Isles that Birthed Dragons.
House Stark and Arryn soon catches wind of Luke, Egg, and Vis’ existence, and secretly sail to meet with them. At first, the family of four, with the twins protected by Ruby, and two active dragons were prepared to burn the ships down, but it wasn’t long before they welcomed and brought inside for talks.
House Stark and Arryn still remember their oath to Rhaenyra Targaryen, and their promise to see a Black on the Iron Throne. They remember every slight against them by the Greens and their allies, and wish revenge for both their disgraced Houses and for Rhaenyra Targaryen and her line.
Lucerys, at first refuses, but after some prodding and convincing from Egg and Vis, who both do still feel bitter about their beloved mother’s harrowing and disgraceful death and the trauma the Greens inflicted on both them and their big brother, Lhke agrees to lead a charge to take back the Iron Throne.
Of course, his husband Dalton Greyjoy is most certainly happy to participate - the same could be said for House Stark and Arryn.
Corlys Velaryon hadn’t died yet, and was still living large, and when he was sent a letter by House Greyjoy, informing him of his grandson’s plans, he jumped to the chance to join them immediately. The man abandoned his Driftmark Throne, and sent his entire fleet to the aid of Prince Lucerys Velaryon of the Dragonborne Islands.
The same could be said for Nettles, whom sought revenge for the death of Daemon Targaryen by the hands of the cowardly and weak Greens.
Soon, the Greens are informed by Larys Strong of the uprising far off the shores of Westeros.
That Prince Lucerys Velaryon is alive and well, and is sailing and marching to take back his due.
With the support and backing of the great Houses of Velaryon, Greyjoy, Arryn, and Stark.
With the knowledge of old and ancient, powerful and dark, glorious magic and scriptures of Old Valyria.
And with the strength and might of three dangerous and prime dragons, whom laid an active clutch for Viserys II and the Twins of Lucerys, and the additional war-hardened dragon Sheepstealer with his bloodthirsty rider.
Across the seas and across the lands, in uncharted territory and in front of his people, surrounded by relics of a past great Kingdom,
Lucerys Velaryon of House Targaryen, First of His Name - the Velaryon Pearl, the Mother of Dragons, the Blue Targaryen, Lord of Dragonborne, Wife of the Red Kraken, the Unbroken - named himself King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm on his throne of Old Valyria.
#lucemond#dalton greyjoy#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#hbo house of the dragon#hbo hotd#hotd#hotd fanfic#dalcerys#WE HAVE TO MAKE THIS TAG AS POPULAR AS LUCEMOND#SAME WITH TOMLUKE AND LUCEFERTH#AND OTHER AEMOND VARIANTS X LUKE#dalton greyjoy x lucerys velaryon#corlys valeryon#house stark#house arryn#house targaryen#house velaryon
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hi!! can i request a charlie dalton fic where he gets jealous because you’re talking with neil too much? thank you!
not proofread : i'll properly format this sooner or later hehe
"so there was this part in the story where everything was just...boogsh! it was all dark and stuff and he got strapped onto a chair with his arms restricted and this weird machine thing on his head that read his brain waves. it was crazy! and the entire time me and charlie watched it, it was insane! it was a thousand times better since we were..."
charlie knew he shouldn't be scowling and have his brows all furrowed. you probably would've laughed at him and called him cute, if only you weren’t talking to neil.
"'stop frowning, you remind me of my grandfather.' is what she'd probably say." charlie blurted out of nowhere, still maintaining his unwavering stare onto you and neil. steve, who assumed charlie was talking to him, lifted his head up from his noted and momentarily stopped writing to look at his friend questioningly.
"what?"
"(y/n). she's been talking to neil for almost- the entire day! i haven't got a chance to have a proper conversation with her."
"have you tried approaching her? like you know, initiating a conversation?"
"yeah, but then neil would butt in and steal her away from me." his frown deepened into a pout and he crossed his arms more tightly, slumping further down into his chair.
"do you even have the right to be all protective over (y/n)?"
charlie didn't like what came out of his mouth and shoved steven the shoulder, turning his back against him with a deeper frown than ever.
"shut up, man."
"i'm just saying! instead of moping around why not finally ask her out?" steven paused to give you a glance, "and i think she's madly in love with you too."
"she isn't."
"she definitely is."
"she definitely isn't."
"she's walking towards us."
"she definitely- what?"
charlie halted his bickering with steven to look up, and to his surprise, not really, you were walking their way. and you looked as pretty as ever. he put away the frown he had just a few moments ago and instead replaced it with his signature smirk.
"finally done talking to neil?"
"huh?"
"nothing."
charlie abruptly stood up and started walking away from where steven and you stood. dumbfounded, you quickly tailed behind him, curious and determined to why he would suddenly walk away as soon as he mentioned nail, or at least you think he said his name.
unfortunately, he was walking faster than usual, and you couldn't exactly catch up with him if you went with your normal pace. when you and charlie were talking, he'd normally slow down and walk in slow strides so you two could have a proper conversation. but it seems like he wanted to get rid of you.
"charlie! where are you going?"
"i just remembered knox wanted me to do something."
you jogged up behind him and landed a firm grip on his shoulder, this stopped him from his incessant walking. he didn't turn to face you, however, and only stared ahead.
"are you mad?"
"maybe."
"aw come on charlie-poo, tell me what's wrong."
"no no, go back to talking to neil."
"are you jealous?"
a laugh errupted from you while you tried matching his speed-walking, also trying to catch a glance of his face.
"what story is he telling that he's got you preoccupied all day?"
he finally turned around to face you, cheeks slightly red from being worked up and brows all furrowed once again. you could tell he wasn't really mad at you, but it did make you feel a tinge of guilt.
"charlie, we were talking about- about that movie we watched."
"you could've talked about it with me."
"i know. but i don't get why you're getting so worked up-"
"i like you, (y/n)."
and your brain stopped working. you couldn't remember the last train of thoughts you had before those three words that left his mouth entered your ear, but it never came out of the other. instead, it stayed, replayed more times than you'd liked and echoed throughout the chambers of your heart.
"you- you what?"
"i don't think i stuttered."
your eyes grew impossibly larger than before heart thumping louder than thunder and beads of sweat were beginning to form on your back.
"i'm just- you- i feel the same way, charlie."
"what? you like me too?"
silence engulfed the both of you, charlie's unrelenting gaze on you made you... shy. something you weren't accustomed to feeling when he was around you. usually you'd have a warm smile on your face when you're with him, something that you only managed to point out now. you broke eye contact from charlie and stared at the ground, your cheeks flushing red and your hands flying to the hem of your dress-shirt, fumbling with the loose thread you ought to remove someday.
"(y/n). hold on, are you being serious? like this isn't some sort of joke?"
"as much as i love making fun of you, i don’t think i'd be cruel enough to play with your feelings."
before you knew it, a vice grip was housing your shoulders. forcing you to avert your eyes back to the boy who was probably more red in the cheeks than you are. and a wide excited smile adorning his lips.
"you like me too! holy shit- wait! no actually-"
charlie felt like his hands were on fire, he desperately wanted to shake the living hell out of someone to stipulate his energy-adrenaline-filled veins, or calm his clammering hands and erratic heart beat. he, quite literally, felt like he was having a heart attack. he didn't really know what to do at the moment, and due to the heat of it all, he settled for an extra tight hug to your body before scurrying off to calm himself down elsewhere. you weren't letting him run off on you again, however.
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Angel's Masterlist <3
[requests are closed]
♡ - nsfw → ⭑ - sfw → ✿ - angst
Rory Culkin's Characters -
• Øystein Aarseth [Euronymous] (Lords of Chaos)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (euronymous)
- Giving him head before a show ♡ (euronymous)
- One More ♡ (euronymous)
• Charlie Walker (Scream 4)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)
- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)
- Charlie asking you to cockwarm him ♡
- Even more NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)
- Birthday Wishes ♡ (charlie walker)
- Perv!Charlie ♡ (charlie walker)
- Fluffy headcanons <3 (charlie walker)
- Honest Attempt ♡ (charlie walker)
- Movie Night ♡ (charlie walker)
- Switch!Charlie ♡ (charlie walker)
• Kappa (Black Mirror)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (kappa)
- Hooking up with him at a party ♡ (kappa)
- Stress Relief ♡ (kappa)
- Weakness ♡ (kappa)
- Sensitive!Reader ♡ (kappa)
• Jack Thurlow (Jack Goes Home)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Cooling Off ♡ (jack thurlow)
- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Riding his thigh ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Him defending you ⭑ (jack thurlow)
- NSFW alphabet ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Him eating you out ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Dark!Jack ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Him overstimulating you ♡ (jack thurlow)
- Things I associate with him ⭑ (jack thurlow)
• Dan Cooper (Intruders, 2015)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (danny cooper)
- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (danny cooper)
- Overstimulating him ♡ (danny cooper)
- Softdom!Danny ♡ (danny cooper)
- Camboy!Danny ♡ (danny cooper)
• Gabriel (Gabriel)
- Fluffy headcanons ⭑ (gabriel)
- Not Your Responsibility ⭑ (gabriel)
- Good Boy ♡ (gabriel)
- Getting a cat with him ⭑ (gabriel)
• Ollie Sway (The Song of Sway Lake)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (ollie sway)
- Him being the best boyfriend ⭑ (ollie sway)
- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (ollie sway)
- Cockwarming him ♡ (ollie sway)
- Cockwarming him [..again] ♡ (ollie sway)
• Clement (Hick)
• Chris Kenton (Twelve)
- Mwah ⭑ (chris kenton)
• Possum (Welcome to Willits)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (possum)
• Gage (Bullet Head)
• Multifandom!Rory
- How Rory Culkin characters would kiss you ♡
- How Rory Culkin characters would kiss you 2 ♡
• Tyler (The Expecting)
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (tyler)
Criminal Minds -
• Spencer Reid
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (spencer reid)
- Him being jealous/possessive ♡ (spencer reid)
- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (spencer reid)
- Apologies ♡ (spencer reid)
ATSV -
• Hobie Brown
- NSFW headcanons ♡ (hobie brown)
- Drunk!Hobie ♡ (hobie brown)
• Miguel O'hara
Insidious: The Red Door
• Dalton Lambert
- Study Break ♡ (dalton lambert)
***
• i am not responsible for what you read. if you don't like it, leave!
#rory culkin#mdni#angelsnkisses#bau team#charlie walker#criminal minds#danny cooper#jack thurlow#kappa#possum#euronymous#jack goes home#scream 4#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#hobie brown#headcanons#angels masterlist#masterlist
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Party Monster
warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, sex on someone else’s bed, marking, voyeurism, jealous dalton
summary: you convince dalton to go to a halloween frat party with you. after concluding that the party was nothing you thought it would be, you guys decide to make more of your experience.
a/n: im so sorry for this taking so long, life got in the way and i was suffering from such terrible writer’s block. i hope i did your ask justice! i may be a little slower when it comes to requests n stuff now due to uni starting up and me working on another fic atm. anyways, i hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! ~nero
word count: 6.8k
dalton lambert x female reader
“You have got to be kidding me?”
Dropping your shoulders in defeat, you looked up at the ceiling before stomping over to Dalton similar to that of a three year old. Grabbing his hands, it urged him to look up at you, only to be met with a pout that you knew was his weak spot.
“C’mooon. I think it would be fun! At the very least, we can people watch and make fun of the morons there.”
“Oh, and be just as bad as them?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed, knowing Dalton was getting a kick out of using your words against yourself.
“Besides, I can’t imagine Nick would want to see me anymore this semester.”
That was your in. That’s how you can get him to go.
“Okay, but it’s a costume party. We can put you in makeup or you could wear a stupid mask or something and they literally won’t know that it’s you. Pleaseee, Dalton. I think it would be fun.”
It was Dalton’s turn to sigh now. He had already given in when you asked in the first place he just enjoyed giving you a hard time. He liked knowing you wanted him. It filled him with that warm fuzzy feeling that had him battling cuteness aggression every waking second, but also had him warding off feelings that were much more indecorous.
“Fine, we can go. But what are we gonna be?”
Squealing in excitement, you ripped your hands out of his and brought them up to cup his face, placing multiple kisses on his lips. Pulling away you thanked him profusely, needing to express not only your excitement but your gratitude for him tagging along with you.
“I’m glad you asked. I was hoping you’d be okay with Tiff and Chucky?”
Dalton didn’t say anything he just looked at you. A look that was hard to discern. You couldn’t tell if he hated the idea or was thinking of something else. Dalton was quick to ease your mind as he finally spoke.
“You mean, that asshole gets to look at you looking all sexy?”
Your brows furrowed, “What asshole?”
“Nick.”
“Ohhh.”
Moving away from in front of Dalton, you flopped on his bed next to him, your arms starfishing across the mattress. You smiled to yourself trying to lessen it by rolling your lips around your teeth. Taking the hand closest to Dalton, you raised it up and ghosted slowly over his back.
“Well, it’s not like Nick gets to touch me. He can only look.”
Dalton rolled his head dramatically to look down at you, trying his damnedest not to give in to your antics. Looking down at you though, he could never hold his moue for as long as he wanted to. All of his other emotions of lovesick admiration overshadowed his feigned annoyance.
“Not like it makes it any better.”
Sighing, you sat up on the bed and moved to straddle Dalton. Cupping his face, you held eye contact with him that was so intense it would probably make any other person crumble. With Dalton though, you could see the hearts forming in his eyes as you stared him down. A softer, more pouty version of possession swimming in his irises.
“You know I only want you right? No amount of staring, flirting, or whatever could take me away from you.”
You didn’t give him a moment to respond, flushing your lips against his in a kiss that was nearing the edge of searing. You found it endearing how small flashes of his possessiveness would flare up at the mere thought of someone else taking you in. It made you feel wanted and it lit a fire in you every time it happened. His jealousy was silent, brooding, and somewhat submissive but always present.
Dalton’s hands roamed the sides of your body as he melted into your kiss. Soaking up every bit of you any chance he got. As the kiss became more heated, your hands wandered down to his collarbone slowly snaking their way to the nape of his neck and tangling your fingers in his sandy brown locks. Dalton’s hands landed on the rough fabric of your pants, finding enough play in the material to knead the plush fat of your ass.
Puppeteering your body in his hands, he rolled your hips against his and you could feel the small tent forming in his pants. Pulling a small muffled moan from you, you pulled away in an attempt to catch your breath as well as to cool down the now sexually charged atmosphere. Dalton peered up at you, eyes blown.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Cause we have to go shopping for our costumes and if we don’t stop now we won’t stop.”
Standing up from his lap, you began to walk over toward your bag to signal your urgency to leave. But before you could take a full step forward, Dalton wrapped his fingers gingerly around your wrist and pulled you back toward him.
“What if I don’t wanna stop?”
“Daltonnn.”
He was staring at you so smugly. You knew what he was doing and you knew you had to be stronger this one time. You couldn’t give in or you definitely weren’t leaving his dorm for the rest of the day.
“C’mon baby, we can finish what we started when we get back. But the party is tomorrow and I don’t want us to have to get all our shit tomorrow.”
Dramatically groaning, Dalton lifted himself to his feet and waited for your cue to leave. Grabbing your bag, you turned around to look up at him. A made up tune forming with your words.
“Love youuu.”
Dalton hummed and rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead in response. Grabbing his hand, you guys left his dorm and you pulled out your phone to order an Uber to the nearest Halloween store. Walking towards one of the main parking lots on campus, you placed your pick up spot and waited.
With only a few minutes passing by, the car pulled up and the two of you climbed into the backseat. Buckling yourself in, Dalton’s hand quickly found purchase on your lower thigh rubbing gently on the inner side of it.
The ride to the Halloween store was short which you were thankful for because you weren’t sure how much longer you could ignore Dalton’s hands on you. Thanking the driver, you got out of the car a sudden rush of excitement coursing through you as you looked at the building in front of you. You had many pleasures in life but one of the ones that you cherished the most was the popup Halloween shops. The joy you had centered around Halloween never failed to make you feel like a kid all over again and you wished you could feel this way for more than just the first half of the fall season.
Walking into the store, you almost forgot Dalton was tailing behind you as your excitement dragged you through the store wanting to browse through all the new items that were featured in this year’s lineup. Noticing the Halloween section, you saw a sweatshirt that you simply couldn’t ignore. There were homages to the movie adorning the sleeves and the front and back of the sweatshirt.
“This is so cool!”
Dalton came up behind you, taking the sweatshirt into his own hands.
“Yeah, it is.”
Trailing down the sleeve of the pullover you found the pricetag and hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t that it was too expensive, you just decided you would come back and get it after you got paid because you knew you needed more than a few things for your matching costumes first. Walking away you motioned for Dalton to follow you to the section you needed, but what you didn’t see was Dalton grabbing the sweatshirt as you turned around, his own plan in motion.
As you guys circled the store one last time, you decided that you had everything and made your way to the checkout. You went up first laying out all your items and Dalton was called up to the other cashier. Getting your bag full of items, you walked over to Dalton and he was grinning at you as you guys walked out of the store. You didn’t realize how much time you guys spent in there until you were met with the colors of dusk painting the sky. Focusing your attention on Dalton again you cocked your head.
“What is it?”
Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the top half of the Halloween pullover you were looking at. Your eyes widened a delighted shock not expecting that to be the reason behind his grin.
“Dalton! You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to.”
“I was gonna come back and get it next week.”
“Well, what if they don’t have it next week? Now, you’ll for sure have it.”
You stepped closer to hug him, thanking him as you nestled into his frame. Pulling away from him, Dalton motioned over to one of the food joints in the shopping center that you were in and you both decided that you should grab something before you headed back to campus. As you guys were waiting for your food, you ordered another Uber so that by the time your food would be ready, you’d be able to get in the car relatively immediately.
Your timing was impeccable because right as you guys walked out, your ride pulled up right out front. Laying your bags in the backseat first, you and Dalton filed in after making sure to hold everything in your laps. Getting back to campus, you suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wipe over your body. Dropping your bags by the door, you set the bag of food on the small table in the back of his dorm. You guys ate in a comfortable silence and you relished in the domestic nature you were sharing.
Wiping your hands off with a napkin, you threw your empty container back in the plastic bag and leaned back in your chair. Dalton mimicked your movements and a small smile crossed his face as he looked over at you warmly.
“Wanna just sleep here tonight? You look pretty tired.”
Closing your eyes, you nodded contently.
“Can I wear one of your shirts?”
“Course you can.”
Helping yourself to one of his drawers, you found one of his oversized shirts and changed. Leaving your clothes in a pile on the other bed in the room. Climbing into his bed, you made yourself more than comfortable in his space, wrapping yourself in his blankets. Bending your head to look back at him, you were met with a soft closed mouth smile.
“I’m coming.”
Nodding, you slowly let sleep blanket itself over your eyes and body and drifted away to a place of peace. If only you knew the reason why he didn’t immediately follow behind you was just so he could admire your soft form as you slept. So that he could keep the mental image of his forever ingrained in his mind. Somehow, his body reacted before his mind and he found himself sketching the image in front of him. Believing that the only way he could truly savor the moment in front of him was to immortalize it with charcoal and a piece of paper.
~*~
As you woke up the next morning, the sun that peeked through the window was a little warmer than usual signaling to you that you most definitely slept in and missed your class. As your sleep ridden body moved to wake up a little further, your face nudged against Dalton’s body. Your moving around rustled Dalton out of his sleep and as he slowly blinked his eyes open he muttered a small morning and rolled back onto his side. You chuckled to yourself,
“I'm almost positive it's past noon, but yeah good morning.”
Worming around Dalton’s body, you crawled out of bed and walked over to the table to swipe through all of your notifications on your phone. Seeing the time, you surely had enough time to make it to your next class, but you awarded yourself the liberty of skipping. Your justification was that you hadn’t missed one class this semester so one day wouldn’t kill you.
As you put your phone down, you noticed the sketch laying idly on the desk. Taking a closer look at it, you realized it was of you. A soft expression displayed across your face as something warm and similar to muffled elation glowed in your chest. Dalton pushed himself up from the bed yawning and not yet realizing that you had seen the drawing. Walking over to Dalton you gave him a quick hug and announced your leave, grabbing all your things before you headed to the door.
You wanted to give yourself enough time to get ready and not feel rushed, knowing that every time you got ready you never really stayed on track. Catching strays from time blindness, breaking out in song and dance, and the irresistible urge to just lay down in your bed midway through. Walking through the halls of Dalton’s dorm, you made your way across to the other dorm building, taking the elevator up to your floor.
Making your way into your room, you immediately flopped on the bed, mentally taking note that you’d start getting ready in half an hour. Scrolling on your phone, you blinked those 30 minutes away, groaning as you forced yourself to start your routine. Every time you got ready to go out somewhere, you always wondered if you actually enjoyed the whole ordeal. You always came to the same conclusion, you did, you just hated the process.
From the attention you garnered from whatever outfit you conjured up, to deciding what asset of your body you’d accentuate or the makeup you decided to do, you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy it all.
Hours ticked by and the sun began to tuck its bright body behind the mountains as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. Dotting a beauty mark above your lip, you glance over your face feeling more than satisfied with the outcome. Digging through the plastic bag, you pulled out all the items you got the night before. Pulling your fishnets over your plush thighs, you admired your curves staring back at you on the mirror you had hanging off your door.
Grabbing the white tutu, you shimmied it over your hips and you felt a certain wave of excitement flood through you as you wrapped your body in the white corset. You fixed your boobs so that they were bordering on spilling out of the top, and cinched the waistline as much as you could so that it still snatched your waist but allowed you the freedom to breathe.
You were pulled out of the trance of admiring yourself as you heard your phone vibrating on your bed. You had a few messages from Dalton, the last one asking if you could help him with his hair. Responding to him, you slipped into your platform Doc Martens and threw all of your essentials for the night in a small clutch that you knew you wouldn’t lose. Shutting off the light in your room you made the short walk over to Dalton’s building, basking in all of the eyes that were ogling your form. There were a few low whistles and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.
Knocking on Dalton’s door, you were staring at the floor when the door opened. As his eyes landed on you, they widened and quickly he attempted to rest them trying to contain his thoughts. Looking up as the door opened you smiled at him, excited to see him in his costume and his makeup mostly done. Walking into the room, you set your stuff down on his bed.
“So what did you need help with?”
Dalton didn’t say anything, but the shaking of the colored hairspray can made you turn around.
“I didn’t think I could make it even if I did it myself.”
You motioned toward the desk so he could sit down and you could help him with his hair. Taking fairly large pieces, you sprayed the color a little further than normal so that the color wouldn’t crunch and cake around his strands of hair. You got a little closer with color when you sprayed his roots framing his face. Feeling complete with your job, you now settled for dramatics just spraying randomly and not really on his hair just more in the air.
“Viola!”
Dalton stood up and seeing him in his full attire was doing something to your brain. The bloodied stitches on his face, the ragged nest you turned his hair into, and the bloody knife he had curled in his fingertips. Albeit, plastic and very much fake, all of the details were unlocking something in your brain that you didn’t pay much attention to until this very moment. His voice pulled you from your thoughts before they got too detailed in the lewd direction they were going.
“Do I look ok-hey I know that look.”
You shook your head so lightly that it could’ve been mistaken as a twitch but Dalton knew better.
“I take it you like it then?”
He walked over toward you, wrapping his hands around your waist to bring you closer. With the loss of space between you two, it was hard to move your gaze anywhere else but him. Feeling stuck under his gaze, the smugness on his features was becoming grossly aware to you and you opted to push him away dramatically, not ready to admit your truths to him.
“C’mon, we should get going anyway. I don’t want it to be too crazy when we get there.”
Grabbing your bag and his hand, you headed way for the door and made your way out of the building. With the sun now gone and night fully taking over the sky, the slight chill of the October air made itself very known to you thanks to your lack of clothing. As you neared the frat house, you could feel the bass of the music almost rattle the earth beneath your feet. There was a slew of people out of the front lawn, people congregating on the front balcony of the house, and some poor bastard was hunched over in a set of bushes meeting his demise quite early in the night.
As you and Dalton reached the front lawn, a frat member was holding a tray of what looked like jello shots.
“Care for a brain?”
You glanced at the small plastic cup and were genuinely surprised to see such effort put into a jello shot. Let alone for it to have been made by a bunch of meathead college bros. Not even thinking twice, you grabbed a shot and tongued the jello out of the cup making an obnoxiously loud slurp when it fully separated from the plastic and plopped in your mouth.
What you didn’t notice was the jaundiced glare your boyfriend was giving the frat member as the boy frantically switched between your tits which were on the verge of spilling out and the way you were tonguing the shot. Putting the cup back on the tray, you looked at the boy through your lashes silently telling him that you knew exactly what you were doing and there was nothing he could act on because your boyfriend was hanging off your arm.
Looking back to Dalton, you motioned for him to grab a shot as well.
“Make sure you grab one, babe. Might be the only thing we get our hands on.”
Dalton softened his gaze at the sound of your voice but still, he didn’t drop his focus off the frat boy. Picking up the plastic, he began to take a step forward, but you nailed yourself in place still stuck on the boy. Your voice was dripping in satin lust, wanting to sweeten up the boy and rile up Dalton to get him right where you wanted him.
“Mind if I take another one?”
This time the boy gave you a very animated nod as his gaze flickered behind you in the direction of Dalton. Turning around, you saw nothing out of the ordinary so you picked up another cup and squeezed the boy on his bicep.
“Thank you…?” you paused, waiting for him to give you his name.
“...Chase!”
“Thank you, Chase.”
Now Dalton was pulling you toward the entrance of the house, wanting to be anywhere else than where Chase was. He knew people would look at you, how could they not? You were strikingly beautiful and of course, you looked even more tantalizing when you had yourself done up with makeup and an outfit that would leave anyone speechless. The problem lied with Dalton not being able to fight that feeling in his chest when he was watching someone else take you in for only a fraction of what you were worth to him. They didn’t deserve to look at you in such a way.
As you reached the stairs of the house, you halted your body again to stop Dalton in his tracks. When his arm jolted back with you only then did he turn around and you saw all the emotions swarming his mind and face. Pulling him closer to you, you brought his hand up that was still holding the small plastic cup.
“Take it, might ease your nerves for a little bit.”
Punctuating your words with a feather light kiss on his lips, you watched his shoulders relax as he took a deep breath and brought the cup to his mouth, tonguing the jello out the same way you did. As you watched him you felt a familiar pang of need squeeze between your thighs but you quickly ignored it, not wanting to leave so soon. Dalton scrunched his face at the taste of the alcohol and tossed the cup somewhere in the grass. Frowning he looked at you.
“How did you drink that so easily, tasted like straight acid!”
Looking down at the second cup you grabbed you thought he was being dramatic. This time as you removed the jello from the cup, you kept your eyes on Dalton the whole time. Your eyes holding a vampish intent. Tossing the cup in the same direction once you emptied it, your eyes blew wide in surprise as you swallowed.
“The first one did not taste like that, what the fuck?”
You coughed, trying to get the harsh taste out of your mouth. Looking toward the front door, you realized there was probably some type of punch inside that would drown on the existing taste.
“Let’s go in.”
When you and Dalton pushed through the corridor of the house the music rattled your chest, there were lights strung up on every possible place. Little ghosts and pumpkins lighting up the room with an ambient orange color. As you pushed through the people you found the kitchen and a massive tub full of red liquid and various fruits. A stack of red solos was next to it and you poured both you and Dalton a glass, filling yours to the brim while his still had a little room.
Guzzling down half of your cup, you refilled a bit more before you motioned for you and Dalton to move to the main room where it was a pile of bodies moving against each other in tandem with the music that was bouncing off the walls. Dalton was slowly sipping away at his drink while you downed another half of your drink finally feeling the combinations of alcohols course through your system.
You moved closer to Dalton so now your bodies were right on top of each other and you moved to the varying beats. The more you moved, the closer you got to grinding on him, and the more prominent the pool in your underwear was getting harder to ignore.
You wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing his head down to meet your forehead and your lips ghosted one another’s causing your breathing to get a little heavier with want. Dalton pulled away from you and yelled out over the music.
“I’m gonna go refill!”
Nodding, you took his wrist as one was holding the cup and the other was occupied by his prop knife. Reaching the kitchen again, you left your cup on the counter leaving the remaining contents in it up for grabs for whoever wanted it. With each step you took back to the kitchen you felt yourself straying further from your inhibitions and becoming more acquainted with your bodily desires.
As Dalton filled his cup up halfway, you clung your body to his from behind. Wrapping your hands around his waist, you let one of them ghost over the front of his overalls, your hand sliding right across his dick. You felt Dalton stiffen up at the action and you would’ve continued but a whistle from behind you caught your attention.
Standing up straight, you turned around and your eyes met Nick’s in a half assed Dracula costume. With his plastic party fangs dangling off his index finger you realized he was the one that cat called you over the music. In your drunken daze, you failed to realize the way you were hanging off of Dalton gave anyone behind you a perfect view of your fishnet clad ass peeking out from your tutu. You felt Dalton straighten up behind you, his hand coming to rest on your hip.
“Well, what do we have here?”
You couldn’t help the way your face moved when you were drunk. It was involuntarily submissive. Your eyebrows constantly furrowed upwards, your eyes were always wide trying to hide how inebriated you were, and your lips were always slightly parted. When Nick approached you two, you gazed at him in a way that any sober person would confuse for interest.
“You’re a pretty little doll, aren’t ya?”
You felt Dalton’s hand tighten on your waist as if you were gonna run away from him. You tried to pretend like you weren’t as drunk as you were but your body outran your mind. Within seconds you were overly smiley with Nick, responding probably too excitedly for Dalton.
“You think so?! I thought I made a very pretty doll too. But! I wouldn’t be such a pretty doll if it weren’t for my Chucky.”
You turned your body almost posing for Nick and his friends as you placed your hands flat on Dalton’s chest and looked behind you. Your eyelids grew heavy with want while you flaunted you and your boyfriend off. Turning back to face them you pointed to your chest, putting a spotlight on the fake ‘Chucky’ tattoo you drew hours before.
“See, I’ve got his name on me forever too!”
Nick and his friends erupted into a fit of giggles at your drunken displays of affection but Dalton was not enjoying a single second of it. Wondering if you were doing this on purpose or if it really was just you having lost all sober obligations. Dalton again put his hand on your hip and squeezed your side trying to discreetly get your attention. Whipping your head back in his direction his plans were foiled.
“What is it, baby?”
Dalton awkwardly laughed and shook his head saying that it was nothing. But the quick flash of attention on him allowed Nick to recognize who your “Chucky” actually was.
“How did you get in here again dude?”
For the first time in this entire interaction, Dalton finally piped up.
“It’s not like you have a bouncer at the front door.”
“Maybe I should if it means your weird ass is gonna keep coming around.”
Shaking your head, you started waving your hands in the air to get the two men's attention off of each other. Stepping closer to Nick so you wouldn’t have to yell anymore, you smiled as you spoke.
“I promise, no weird shit tonight! He honestly didn’t even wanna come, but I made him tag along with me.”
Stepping back toward Dalton, Nick snuffed extra air through his nose, and a tight lipped smile spreading across his lips, he spoke again his attention focused on you.
“At least you’re prettier than his last one. Don’t know if I could stand looking at two clowns again. Even if it would be fitting for tonight.”
Again a chorus of almost robotic giggles came from his surrounding friends and suddenly your good mood was bruised by his insult.
“Have fun tonight then, the both of you. Especially you, dollface.”
Nick ended his words by taking his thumb and index finger to raise your face to look up at his before he walked away. A scowl took place of his previous smile as he leveled out his gaze to be face to face with Dalton. As Nick and his friends disappeared into the crowd you turned around to Dalton suddenly feeling kind of gross after Nick touched you. The lasting bit of the interaction sobered up your mind just enough to where you could feel the change in Dalton’s energy.
Dalton quickly chugged the rest of what was in his cup, needing a little more liquid courage to power him through what he was about to do. Setting the empty cup on the counter, you placed your hands on his shoulders trying to not only stable yourself but also to get a gauge on his vibe. When Dalton finally looked at you, you could tell he was pissed. So when he grabbed your hand and began dragging you through the crowds of people you assumed it was because he wanted to leave. But when he took you to the staircase your brows furrowed in confusion.
“Where are we going?”
You were met with silence. And as fast as Dalton was moving through the house, you were close to tripping over your own feet. When you reached the top of the staircase, Dalton made a beeline to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Opening the door, he left it wide open as he pulled you inside mumbling to himself.
“Can’t believe he touched you.”
Looking around at the walls you realized you were in Nick’s bedroom.
“What?... Dalton, why are we in Nick’s room?”
You waddled over to Dalton wrapping your arms around him. Beginning to speak, he cut you off as he gently brought his hand under your chin, your eyes being hypnotized by his own.
“Baby, why are we-
“-We’re in his room because I want him to think about this every time he lays his head down.”
Before you had a chance to question what he meant, Dalton had rushed his lips onto yours, suffocating you with his need. Surprised by his sudden movement, you grabbed onto him, your hands docking on either side of his face deepening the kiss.
Dalton walked your bodies backward so that your knees would buckle once they hit the edge of Nick’s bed. As your body fumbled onto the mattress, Dalton leaned you back caging you underneath him. You moved your body backwards to the center of the bed and Dalton followed your lead. He broke your kiss only to start a lecherous assault on your neck. Letting your head roll back, you leaned into the feeling of his lips on your body.
Every time his lips left your skin, they left a raging fire in its wake that sent rapid signals to your core. Reminding you, that your feelings were being wildly amplified by the amount of alcohol rushing through your system. You didn’t have the capacity to control the moans that were evading your mouth you were just completely soaked in the feeling of Dalton. As Dalton trailed his body down to the valley of your breasts, he slowly unhooked each latch of your corset watching how your soft, plush skin escaped the confines of the fabric. His hand drew a line down from your collarbone to your sternum before tracing a path around your tit, slowly teasing around the sensitive skin. Before you had the chance to whine about the lack of feeling, his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple while his mouth encased the other one.
Rolling your hips up to his, you felt his hardened cock brush against your clothed heat. Your breathing escalated, the adrenaline of the brewing carnality becoming more apparent to you as you lost yourself in the feeling. Your hand webbed itself in Dalton’s hair feeling the tackiness of the hairspray stick itself to your fingers. Dalton popped off your nipple, a string of spit following his mouth leaving a brisk chill on your skin as the string broke and settled onto your skin.
He placed kisses along your chest but they slowly turned into bites and the closer Dalton got to your neck, the more the bites turned into hickeys. Bright red markings identifying you as undoubtedly his.
“Dalton, I need you.”
Dalton pulled away from you to take in your lust stricken form, admiring you in such an obscene way. As your eyes found his, you could make out how dilated his pupils were even in the low light of the bedroom. Leaning up to kiss him, your hands traveled to the buckles of his overalls unhooking them with ease as you slid the rest of the fabric down as much as you could.
You grabbed the bunch of fabric and used it to pull him closer to you so that you could feel some type of friction from his bulge that was being hidden. Breaking the kiss, you needed to vocalize your need for him because he wasn’t moving fast enough for you.
“Baby, please. I-
“You think he knows how to fuck you like I do?”
In your coveted daze, you didn’t register who ‘he’ was right away. If anything you had forgotten about Nick and your interaction with him entirely once he walked away from you two. Your lack of response drove Dalton to become impatient, allowing himself to be overcome by his jealousy.
“Flirting with him like that. You think he could make you feel as good as I do?”
Dalton was dry humping you, making it all the more difficult to form a coherent response for him as you were being influenced by your own lubricity.
“I-I wasn’t fl-flirting with him, I swear!”
“Sure, you flashing him this tattoo on your tit wasn’t flirting.”
You were tripping over your own words, unable to form a believable excuse. You didn’t want to give up the fact that maybe, everything you did tonight was on purpose. To have Dalton rough you up a bit and make you feel small with his need for you. His voice ripped you from your thoughts letting new ones take place.
“And you did it in front of me, little slut. You knew it’d get me like this, didn’t you?”
You couldn’t bare the waiting or interrogation any longer. You need him to touch you. You needed to feel him on you, inside of you, you just needed him. So you confessed.
“Yes! I did, I did. I just wanted you to remind me that I’m yours. I need you so bad.”
Dalton let his overalls slide down to his mid thigh and he removed his underwear just enough so that his rosy tipped cock could spring free. Your cunt fluttered around nothing as your eyes landed on it, fantasizing already about the feeling. Dalton snaked his finger down to your slit, swiping up to graze across your clit and your body shuddered at the feeling. Squeezing around nothing yet again.
“You’re soaked, baby. Getting off on me being mean, yeah?”
“Fuckk! Yes. Please, I need you inside of me Dalton. Only you.”
You were so horny that you were about to start grinding against the air to just imagine something subsiding your wanton ache between your legs. Maybe it was the begging, maybe it was the mental connection you shared with him but suddenly, Dalton grabbed your legs and dragged you to the edge of bed. His fingers tangled themselves in your fishnets ripping a hole right at your crotch. Pulling your panties to the side he teased his cock at your entrance.
“You want it?”
“So fucking bad, baby.”
Out of instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly slid himself into your hot, seductive cunt. The stretch of his cock was sapid and had you rolling into his hips trying to fuck yourself on him discreetly. Your back was arched and your nails were digging into the sheets so tightly that you thought you heard a rip. When Dalton bottomed out inside of you your moans were at full volume, most certainly echoing off the walls of the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care seeing as the music downstairs was so loud. Dalton set a pace that was feral and unrelenting, your pussy clenching erratically as the tip of his cock abused that soft rigid spot inside of you.
As your moans grew in frequency, Dalton leaned down into your neck sucking more hickeys into your skin that wasn’t already tainted. Your hands left the bed and opted to curl your fingers into Dalton’s shoulder, his shirt protecting him from the crescent moons your nails would’ve left. He could feel that you were arriving at the peak of your arousal, picking up his speed, you two were torn from each other as a voice bellowed into the room.
“What the fuck!”
Dalton didn’t stop moving, but when your eyes landed on Nick standing in the doorway of his bedroom you couldn’t stop your body from the overwhelming rapture it felt as you jumped headfirst into ecstasy. Your body was twitching in ardor, your saintly cunt squeezing around Dalton as your eyes flickered between the two men. Dalton turned around to Nick, a sense of dominance that you’d never felt from him before dripping from his tongue.
“Thought you’d want to see your doll laid out on your bed–what’s wrong? Wish it was you instead?”
Dalton cracked a smile that was so dissolute and prurient that it removed you from all resolve to retain any form of modesty. Your cunt begging for more. Your hand reached up grabbing at Dalton’s shirt and you whined out for him, making a spectacle for Nick.
“Fuck me again. Please please, Dalton. I need it, I need to feel you cum inside of me. Paint me as yours.”
Dalton smiled at you as he felt your walls fluttered around him as you begged.
“Yeah? You like him watching me ruin you?”
You nodded frantically too fucked out to form anything clearly besides a needy ‘please’. Dalton began fucking you again and as you looked down to watch his cock rush in and out of you, your head fell back into the bed. Opening your eyes, you glanced over at Nick who was still frozen in the doorway. You raised your hand to wave goodbye to him with just your fingers, but before the sentiment could be registered, Dalton pulled out of you and flipped you onto your hands and knees.
“Stop entertaining him. One cock not good enough for you?”
His hand found purchase on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the comforter your lipstick definitely staining the fabric. Dalton continued to piston out of you, but as his thrusts became more unsteady you knew his climax was near. You couldn’t see but Dalton turned around again to see Nick walking back into the hallway and as soon as he was out of his sight you felt his hot seed flood your walls.
As Dalton pulled out of you, he rolled your body over onto your back so that he could engulf you in a searing kiss. He slid your panties back over to cover you fully and allowed you to sit up so that you could stuff yourself back into the corset. Fixing himself into his clothes he kissed the top of your head.
“Now when he sees us walk out, you’ll still have me inside of you.”
You felt a different heat rush up to your face that wasn’t from the alcohol. You sighed and when you looked up Dalton had his hand out for you.
“Let’s go home?”
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
Following behind Dalton, you let him lead you out of the house. When you made it out to the front steps you saw Nick leaning against the house staring out to the lawn. When you passed by him he looked up as you turned around to face him. A wide grin spread on your face as you waved to him knowing there was no way you could worm your way back in that house ever again.
#dalton lambert smut#dalton lambert imagines#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert fanfic#insidious the red door#horror smut#insidious smut#insidious fanfic#horror fanfiction
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DALTON LAMBERT HEADCANNONS
I'm so madly in love with Dalton. Like there needs to be more Fics on here about him.
rawrrrrrrr!!!
did not proof read
We all know how shy and awkward he is when meeting people, he met you through Chris at a party and he fell in love with you the moment you said "hi"
when all three of you all hangout he never really talks to you because he is so nervous. After a while Chris picked up on the little crush, he had on you and would slowly start leaving you guys alone more.
MANS IS CLUELESS!!! you leave so many hits about liking him you would always want to be around you, even asked him to hang out and get coffee with you.
eventually after some dumb argument when he got jealous about someone asking you out and instead of telling you he just went to your dorm and kissed you. "Please don't go out with him."
Once you guys started dating, he would never leave your side.
He would still have nightmares every once in a while. he would call you asking you to come to his dorm. from there you would just cuddle with him and hold him.
HE IS ALWAYS TOUCHING YOU!!!!!!!!!!
he can't keep his hands off of you, he loves the feeling of your skin on his, the warmth the softness. He is very touched starved.
when he's busy painting or drawing and you are bored, he sits on the ground in front of you and lets you braid his hair.
very much a little kid when he gets excited about things, he grabs your hand pulling it to his face kissing it nonstop "y/n- baby look."
when it's been a long day, and he isn't able to see you he spams your phone. 'Baby I miss you.' 'Can I see you yet?'
he loves doing faces masks with you only because of the big headbands you use. "Stay still" he smiles up at you. stilling on the toilet while you apply the mask, his hands resting on your hips.
hear me out when you do something cute, he gets the aggressive love towards you. "Dalton what are you doing?" you're doing your hair in the mirror when you see him in the corner of your eyes making a mad face, yet you can see love in his eyes.
Dalton has a sketch book that is filled with drawing of just you, your eyes, your smile. everything.
when you guys are out and he doesn't know anyone, he always has a pen on him, he takes your hand and draws on it.
he also keeps a sketchbook for you when you want to draw, he always carries it just in case you want it.
he also has extra hair ties (if you have long hair)
loves giving you neck kisses.
buys sweater just so you can wear them.
#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert imagines#dalton lambert x fem!reader#insidious#insidious 5#insidious red door#dalton lambert#ty simpkins#ty simkins x reader
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heyy, sooo could you maybe do one where the reader finds out dalton and chris kissed once at a frat party and she gets super jealous about it but its really fluffy at the end??
tyy and i love your writing SO MUCH btw 🫶🏻
I love this request so much!!! I hope I did it justice. Thank you for the kind words; I'm glad you're enjoying my writing!🤍
Warnings: jealousy, brief mention of insecurity, angst to fluff, text messages?. 2.6k+ words.
If We Met First
Chris: ‘I’m going to hang out with my roomie’s friends tonight. Catch ya next time!’
You read the text and catch yourself smiling, imagining what it will be like to spend time with Dalton without Chris there. Since you met and started spending time with both of them, you’ve developed feelings for Dalton but have never been able to talk to him about it.
Dalton: ‘I have to finish an art project tonight so we’ll just do it another day.’
Reading the new message, you sigh and toss your phone onto your bed, looking around as you think of what you can do with your free time. Before you can decide, your phone buzzes again. Chris sent you a direct text inviting you to her dorm to meet her roommate and friends. As if she knows you plan to politely decline, she points out that you haven’t had time to make more plans. You reluctantly agree, so she sends a string of emojis and tells you to come over whenever. With a final sigh, you get up, change, grab your things, and begin the short walk to Chris’s dorm.
“There she is!” Chris exclaims as you walk through the open door. She introduces you to the other girls and pulls you to sit on her bed as they continue talking.
“As the resident sophomore,” one of the girls says, “I feel it is my duty to ask how things are looking on the relationship front? Freshman year is one of crushes, first dates, and messy breakups in my experience. So, where is everyone on that spectrum?”
Seemingly intrigued by the question, the other girls sit on the floor with her. You remain on the edge of Chris’s bed as you listen to their answers. One is already on boyfriend number 2, another is talking to a new guy but isn’t sure how she wants to proceed, and the other is in a committed relationship that started in middle school.
“Alright, Chris, what about you? Something going on with that ex-roommate of yours?”
You feel an emotion you can’t place begin stirring as Dalton is brought into the conversation.
“Dolphin was a temporary roommate and we’re still friends,” Chris explains before quietly adding, “Although…”
“Spill!” All of the other girls yell as they lean in.
“We went to this frat party the first week of school right?” Chris begins.
Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up without looking at it, too invested in where this story is going.
“We went upstairs and were alone in this bedroom.”
Your phone buzzes again, and you tune Chris out slightly as you see Dalton’s name.
“And then I kissed him.”
Your head jerks up as you hear her. I have to get out of here, you think.
“I’ve got to go,” you say as you stand up. “Thanks for inviting me, sorry to leave early.”
“No, don’t go! We’re having so much fun!”
You hold up your phone and put on an apologetic look. “Something came up. Maybe I can come to the next one. Thanks again.”
Closing the door behind you, you faintly hear them start talking again. You lean your forehead against the door momentarily before clenching your jaw and walking away. A few minutes ago, you were convinced that Dalton felt the same, sending you shy smiles across the room, bringing treats when he picked you up from class. But he kissed Chris at a frat party, and neither thought to tell you. No, they let you into their group, convinced you they were just friends, and probably kept kissing behind your back as they laughed at how stupid and lovesick you must look when you lock eyes with Dalton.
Slamming the door of your dorm, you collapse face-first into your bed and wish you felt like crying. As you sit up, you realize that you aren’t mad at Chris and Dalton, and that emotion you felt earlier was jealousy. You want to be angry that they didn’t tell you, but really you wish you’d met Dalton first so you could have been the one to kiss him. Remembering that Dalton texted you, you unlock your phone and read the messages.
Dalton: ‘I finished my project if you want to come over.’
Dalton: ‘I know Chris is busy and feel bad we both canceled.’
Sure, you do, you think as you toss your phone onto your nightstand.
You know you should talk to Dalton, but you won’t. Not right now.
The next day, you ignore your phone as you prepare for class. It buzzed several more times last night and this morning, but you would hate to interrupt if Chris and Dalton were talking on the group chat. Someone knocks on your door, and you pick up your bag before opening it.
“Dalton? What are you doing here?” you ask, peeking around the corner to see if Chris is there.
“You weren’t answering my texts, so I wanted to check on you,” he answers, smiling. “And I know your first class isn’t far from mine so I thought we could walk together.”
“You don’t want to walk with Chris?” You close your door and step into the hallway.
“Um, no. Chris doesn’t have any classes this morning, but I wanted to see you.”
“Oh. Well, I’m fine, my phone just died last night, and I didn’t have time to check it this morning.” You’re a step ahead of him, failing to produce any interest in his art project.
Dalton catches up and shrugs as he smiles at you. “So, do anything fun last night?”
“No. I went to Chris’s room for a little bit, but something came up, so I just went back to my dorm and went to sleep.”
Reaching the art building, you try not to look too eager to leave Dalton.
“Have a good day, Dalton,” you say without stopping, continuing toward your first class.
“You too,” Dalton says quietly, watching your back as you walk away.
In your attempt to concentrate on your classes, you only think about Dalton. When you try to stop, you picture him and Chris and feel like your skin is probably turning green as your jealousy grows. When your last class is dismissed, one of your classmates hands you a copy of their notes.
“You looked like you were creating a revenge plot and we have a quiz on Friday.”
“Oh. Thank you so much! Derek, right?” You put the paper in your backpack as you express your gratitude.
“Yeah, and no problem. I feel bad for whoever was on the other side of those thoughts though,” Derek says with a laugh.
You smile at him and half heartedly roll your eyes. “Partly the fault of my delusion, but I thought my friend and I were on the same page, but we were not.”
Derek nods like he understands. “Walk with me? I need to make sure your plan is decent before I let you carry it out.”
You begin walking side-by-side as you state, “I’m probably not going to do anything. I’ll get over it eventually.”
“Well, it seems to me that if it’s affecting you this much, maybe you should do something. Talk to them, get revenge, whatever you think fits the situation.” Derek opens the door for you and stops at the top of the stairs. “Here’s my number, if you need to talk about it. And, full disclosure, my girlfriend is great at revenge plots so I’m sure she would be happy to help too.”
You take his number and slip it into your pocket as you smile at him. “I’ll remember that. Hopefully, she won’t need one since you just gave me your number.”
“Are you kidding? She’s convinced you and, what’s his name? Chris Winslow’s old roommate?”
“Dalton?”
“Yeah, Dalton. She’s convinced you two are madly in love with each other. Don’t ask why she pays so much attention to other people’s relationships, she’s a psych major with no idea of the word boundaries.”
“Thanks again for the notes. I’ll see you in class.”
Derek nods and turns left as you turn right. Someone says your name, and you look up, quickly spotting Dalton waiting beside the sidewalk.
“Hey,” you say as you approach him.
“How was class?”
“Fine.”
Dalton looks over at you as you begin walking. “Professor Armagan said that the project I did last night was my best work yet.”
You hum non-committedly, chewing the inside of your cheek.
Dalton says your name and places a hand on your wrist to stop you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Dalton. I appreciate you coming to pick me up from class, but you really don’t have to.”
Dalton looks into your eyes for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, okay. Do you want to go get dinner tonight?”
“I’m not feeling great, so I’ll pass. You and Chris have fun. See you later.”
You walk away, navigating to your dorm on autopilot as your jealousy shifts from apathy to insecurity. Part of you is desperate to know why you aren’t enough for Dalton, and the other part is terrified to find out. Later, as your mind wanders to Dalton and his invite to dinner, you realize how hungry you are. Checking your mini-fridge, you settle on walking to your favorite nearby restaurant to try and find comfort in your favorite food.
“Hey.”
You raise your head and see Dalton on the sidewalk. “Hi.”
Dalton looks down at his hands while you think of something to say.
“Where’s Chris?”
Dalton looks up, his brows furrowed. “I don’t know. We didn’t have plans or anything.”
“I thought you were going to get dinner?”
“I invited you to dinner, but you said no, so…”
“Yeah, I actually just realized how hungry I am,” you explain quietly. “If you’re still hungry and the offer is still open, we can go.”
“Sure.”
You and Dalton walk silently, looking over at each other when the other isn’t looking. Dalton tries to act like nothing is wrong, as do you, but the dinner is awkward.
“Can I ask you a question?” you blurt out.
“Of course.”
“Do you think Chris is pretty?”
Dalton’s brows furrow again as he mouths the question to himself. “I guess? Yeah.”
You nod and return to awkward silence. The walk back to your dorm is the same, and just as you did yesterday, you collapse onto your bed. Unwillingly, you cry yourself to sleep without changing your clothes or taking off your shoes.
On day three of your jealousy, you awake to see messy hair, dark circles, and bloodshot eyes looking back at you in the mirror. You make yourself presentable enough and begin walking to class. You decide to leave class early and meet Dalton at the art building. Even though you’re jealous and miserable, Dalton didn’t deserve to be treated like you did yesterday.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you watch people file through the door as classes let out. There are only a few classes in this area today, so it should be easy to find Dalton. The door opens again, and Dalton walks out with Chris. You swallow harshly and look to the ground before walking away quickly. Your hopes that Dalton didn’t see you are crushed as he yells your name. Ignoring him, you continue walking toward your dorm. He catches up and wraps his hand around your forearm, spinning you to face him.
“Hey, where are you off to so fast?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter, Dalton. Go back to Chris.” You try to pull your arm away, but he doesn’t let you. He moves with you as you pull harder.
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Chris. I know, Dalton. So just go.”
“You know what?”
You look up at him as your free hand pries his fingers off your arm. Once free, you walk away as fast as you can. Safely in your dorm, you unlock your phone and see a missed text and a call from Dalton. As you debate blocking his number, another text comes through.
Dalton: ‘We need to talk.’
Dalton: ‘Now.’
Typing a single word, you respond: ‘Fine.’
A knock immediately sounds on your door, and you look through the peephole before opening it. Dalton walks into your room and rubs the back of his neck as he looks at you.
“What do you think is going on between me and Chris?”
“Why does this matter?”
“Why are you acting like it doesn’t? You have been acting completely different the last two days, and now you want to act like all of this is normal?”
“This is the new normal, get used to it, Dalton,” you snap.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Dalton asks, raising his voice and his arms in exasperation.
“You tell me! I’m not the one who kissed Chris and then let my new best friend fall in love with me!” Your anger dissipates slightly after your outburst, but you continue breathing heavily.
“What?” Dalton whispers.
“I know you and Chris kissed at the frat party. And I want to be happy for you, Dalton, but I can’t. Not when I’ve been falling in love with you since the first time we met.”
“You’re jealous,” Dalton states. He knows better than to ask.
“No,” you respond quickly. “Maybe, yes.”
“Do you want to hear my side?”
“I think I’m good.”
“Because my side is that Chris kissed me at a frat party, not the other way around. And she only did it so that Nick wouldn’t know she was digging around his stuff. I never liked Chris like that. Then I met you.”
“So, because it happened before we met it’s okay?”
“Let me finish. I don’t like Chris that way and I never will.”
You look at Dalton, silently urging him to continue.
“Because I fell in love with you too. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I wanted you in my life. Then I saw your smile, you held my hand when the power went out, and you left your classes early to go to lunch with me.”
Dalton closes the gap between you as he speaks. His hands raise to cup your face, and you wrap your fingers around his wrists.
“That kiss meant less than nothing. This one? This one is going to mean everything.”
You nod and look up into his eyes before closing yours. Dalton presses his lips to yours, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head as he tilts your chin to deepen the kiss. You move your hands from his wrists to lay on his chest, pushing yourself closer to him.
When Dalton breaks the kiss, he lays his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry I got jealous,” you whisper.
“I’m flattered you like me enough to get jealous,” he responds with a smile.
You gently push his chest as you say, “Stop.”
“You know you can just talk to me though, right? Ask me anything and we can clear the air without going through that again. Because that was painful.”
“I know,” you agree with a nod.
“I guess Chris’s roommate was right about us,” Dalton muses.
“Derek’s girlfriend is Chris’s roommate?” You realize with a gasp.
You both begin laughing at how you were the last to realize your feelings for one another. Your phones buzz and Dalton rolls his eyes as he shows you the text.
Chris: ‘If you’re not already kissing, please get it over with.’
“Wait, who’s Derek?” Dalton asks.
“Careful, you’re starting to sound jealous,” you tease.
“Then I guess we’ll have to kiss that away,” Dalton states.
You happily agree, ignoring Chris’s texts as your jealousy becomes a distant memory.
#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert fic#dalton lambert fluff#dalton lambert imagine#dalton lambert#insidious#insidious the red door#requests
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HELP.
imagine Dalton gripping ur thigh when he is jealous and suddenly all the shyness leaves him and he gets all- AARHRHDJJJ
I have a thing for jealous Dalton…
So imagine they’re studying together in the library and they’re sitting really close to each other, Y/N almost sitting on his lap while he’s holding his laptop open for her.
“Hey Y/N” A random voice makes them look up, and one of Y/N’s classmates is standing there.
“Oh- hi” She replied, trying to remember the guy’s name.
“Did you study for tomorrow’s test?” He was completely ignoring Dalton, not directing a single word to him, not even a quick glare, and Dalton didn’t like that.
“I’m still on it” Y/N pointed at the open laptop on Dalton’s lap “What about you?”
“Trying” He said with a small laugh “But I would love to have some help, would you mind going over the notes with me?” At that moment Dalton felt his blood start to boil, his hand finding a place on her thigh and squeezing it softly.
“We’re busy, actually” He said, in a tone Y/N has never heard before.
“Oh, I didn’t mean right now” The guy replied, finally acknowledging Dalton’s presence, but he turned to her again “Maybe later, there’s a new coffee shop by the music hall, we could-”
“We have plans for tonight” Dalton interrupted, bringing her closer to him with his hand still gripping her thigh “Don’t we?” He said looking at Y/N.
She looked back at him, slightly brushing at her boyfriend’s actions “Yeah, sorry… uh-”
“Cam”
“Right, Cam” Y/N repeated, giving him a friendly smile “Sorry, Cam”
“Good luck studying though” Dalton wasn’t trying to be friendly at all, if anything he just wanted him to leave immediately “See you around, mate”
Cam looked at Y/N, as if he was asking her for confirmation to leave “I’ll see you tomorrow” She said, waving him goodbye.
Cam sighed loudly as he started to walk away. Dalton smiled proudly and kissed Y/N’s temple.
“I didn’t know you were so jealous” Y/N whispered, placing her hand on top of Dalton’s.
“I’m not” Dalton frowned his eyebrows as if he was being falsely accused “We’re just really busy today”
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Okay for a fic I think something with dalton being jealous would be super cute. Some other boy flirting with us and he gets all protective and tells them we’re dating. Just something cute and fluffy yk.😉
Sinopse : Dalton see a boy flirting with his boyfriend
Warning: jealous
Title: Jealous Boy
Dalton is a jealous boy, but not to the point of being possessive, he's just afraid of losing his girlfriend, but Y/N already told him that she would never cheat on him with another guy
The two study art, so they were together almost all day, which is very good for both of them, but bad when they have work in pairs, the teacher almost doesn't choose the two to do work together, and the problem is that Y/N always works with a boy
Today was no different, Y/N and a boy had to do a project on renaissance art, the two have two classes to finish the work
Dalton was also doing work with a boy, but he paid more attention to the boy who was with his girlfriend, he heard him flirting with her sometimes, calling her a "pretty girl" and other things, and Y/N was clearly uncomfortable with that
At the end of the class, everyone is arranging their materials, with everything in order, Dalton arrives at Y/N taking her by the hand
"Who is he?" The boy spoke, and Dalton looked at him and his smile disappeared.
"I'm her boyfriend, in case you didn't know" Dalton said sarcastically, and Y/N smirked seeing her jealous boyfriend
"a-ah..really? I..didn't know you had a boyfriend" The boy said nervously, looking at everything but them
"He's my boyfriend" Y/n said, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible before something went wrong.
"um..c-let's go Dalton" Y/N said grabbing her things and I lift Dalton away from the boy, leaving the classroom
"were you jealous?" Y/N whispered only for Dalton to hear
"Of course he was, he was clearly flirting with you" Dalton whispered back
"Yeah I know…but I would never cheat on you with him" Y/N said smiling at him, which made Dalton calm down
#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert#dalton lambert x you#insidious#insidious the red door#insidious imagine
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— muse.
summary: Charlie found the muse he needed to his most personal love poems.
keywords: almost? a smut, abstract, worshipping, gn!reader.
characters: Charlie Dalton, Mr. Keating (mentioned).
warnings: insinuations of a smut?, very abstract, reader's clothing is not specified (only the material).
a/n: so sorry for taking so long! I got sick in the middle of writing this (not I-have-a-cold sick, more like throwing-up-food-from-a-decade-ago kind of sick) so it took me way more than it needed to. I might rewrite this later but I didn't want to keep the person who requested waiting any longer!
word count: 443.
requested?: yes!
Charlie Dalton never expected to still nurture such love for poetry even after finishing school. His room in college was full of books about "the biggies", as Mr. Keating loved to call. Not only that, but some works of his own too.
He loved to surprise other people, it didn't matter how. It could be by playing the saxophone or showing how weirdly broad his vocabulary was.
However, his poetry was something that few people had the honor to listen.
Sure, he had shown some random things he wrote in class, but the ones that he truly poured himself in it were guarded to the deserving only.
And you were definitely one of them.
When he saw you alone, sitting at the barstool, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. His knees almost failed him, and with that only he already had the beginning to the poetry inspired by the masterpiece of you.
He watched you for a while, getting jealous of the silky cloth around your torso and how it slided around your waist.
Charlie didn't remember how he approached you, because when his lips touched yours, everything else didn't matter anymore. His hands were on your body and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.
As he removed the fabric from your body, his breath was mercilessly taken away from him. Not only because his lips weren't on you anymore, but also because your heavenly curves were much more that he could ever imagine.
His mouth was soon brushing against your skin again, and each sound gained from you made his whole body ache for more.
"It's ridiculous how obsessed I already am." He muttered, pressing his lips against your skin, feeling your scent. "Are you a witch or something like that?"
"I might be." You joked, gaining a smile in response.
It didn't last much, however. Charlie was more focused on grazing his lips all over you, leaving some kisses behind as a way of showing his appreciation. It was his way of thanking you for blessing him with the power to worship you.
Something that he definitely didn't take it for granted on that night, under the weak light of the tiny unisex bathroom hidden inside a cheap bar, thrilled with the risk of getting caught.
The most unexpected place to find his muse.
But isn't that the beauty of love?
It makes us feel alive.
Charlie maybe didn't love you yet on that night, but he loved being passionate over you.
He loved so much that he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to live without it.
And he wasn't going to find out.
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Jake Masterlist (part 2)
Mob!Jake
Punishment
Jealous
Taking care of your bruises
Jake's characters
Detective Loki
Smut:
Teach me
Dangerous Game
Bad cop
Ungrateful
Bad girl
Teasing him at work
He's jealous
Fluff:
The first “I love you”
The Storm
He’s tired
You lose a pet (angst + fluff)
Dad!David
Babysitting
Billy Hope
Smut:
Size kink
Mysterio/Quentin Beck
Fluff:
You get hurt
Multiverse: Two Quentins (smutish)
Pregnant!Reader
You're sad
Smut:
The one and only
The most brilliant student
You learn so fast
Loyalty
The Assistant
Villainous duo
Coworkers
Sexual tension
Thigh riding
Friends with benefits
Breeding kink
Innocence kink
Mob!:
Spoiled
Angst:
He loses you and your daughter
Louis Bloom
Smut:
Manipulative
Fast learner
Cockwarming
Tall reader
Finding out who he really is
Donnie Darko
Fluff/Smut:
Boyfriend
Keeping him safe
Donnie doesn't know when to stop
Depressed!reader
He's obsessed with u
Unprotected sex (College!Donnie)
Squirt
Mean! Donnie
Morf Vandewalt
Smut:
Concept
Bi!Morf
Sam Hall
Smut/Fluff
Childhood friends
Childhood friends part 2
Holden/Tom
Fluff
Concept
Adam x Reader x Anthony
Smut:
The two of you
Adam Bell
Smut
You’re his best girl
Elwood Dalton
Dalton's rules
Preferences (including a few characters)
7 minutes
Lip plumper
Pillow talk
More Jake works on Jake Masterlist part. 1
#jake gyllenhaal#jake gyllenhaal x reader#jake gyllenhaal x you#jake gyllenhaal smut#jake gyllenhaal fanfic
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✭・. MASTERLIST.
SCREAM
• Ethan Landry (Series)
Desire | Part one
Desire | Part two
Jealous boy | Part one
Jealous boy | Part two
Too bad | Part one
Too bad | Part two
(Request)
Monster (request)
Baba yaga (request)
Dangerous (request)
(One shot)
Liar
Then she start dancing
• Chad Meeks Martin
Let me be your man
Still love you
• Jill Roberts / She's back
TOP GUN
• Jake Seresin
Do not tempt me
I love you even more
Remember the wedding night
• Javy Machado
Joke on me
Joke on me | part II.
• Mickey Garcia
With my best girl
HARRY POTTER
• Draco Malfoy
Dumb | Part one
Dumb | Part two
FANTASTIC BEASTS.
• Theseus Scamander
If only you were mine
HOUSE OF THE DRAGONS
• Criston Cole
I know who you pretend I am | Part one
I know who you pretend l am | Part two
• Daemon Targaryen
I am not an object | Part one
I am not an oject | Part two
Fucking Targaryens | Part one
Fucking Targaryens | Part two
• Harwin Strong
I am not an object | Part one
I am not an object | Part two
Together
• Cregan Stark | Beastly
• Aemond Targaryen
My love
RANDOM
• Maurice Theriault | PRAY FOR ME
• Dalton Lambert | MAKE ME YOUR APHRODITE ( crossover with scream)
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