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yeonjuns-beanie · 2 years ago

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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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danandphilplay · 1 year ago

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OK I KNOW I SAID NO MORE SIMS POLLS FOR A MINUTE BUT IT HAS BEEN A MINUTE. AND THERES BEEN AN APOLOGY VIDEO SOOOOO

WORST SIM MAKEOVER??? my thoughts pre-apology video are below and i still stand by it. and actually i feel less mean now that they’ve acknowledged how ugly their choices were. PLEASE dnp redo tabitha’s makeup PLEASEEE. nuki’s not included bc literally the best look

rewatching the makeover vid and i get their vision HOWEVER i feel that the execution was notttt as good as it could have been. and i feel phandom simmers could definitely do better looks. but i guess the chaos fits dnp

for me it has to be tabitha not a fan of her new haircut and i wish they changed her makeup a little. i just feel the techno streamer aesthetic could have gone way harder. however her new tattoo & formal outfit & cold weather outfit are great.

dab,,,,,,, i wish they went for the inbetween blonde grey hair colour instead of just old man grey. and i really wish they went with the longer hair for evan

dalien looks amazing imo although they’re missing some eyeliner. i think you can probably get them in other packs but the uni pack adds eyebrow and nose piercings & when dnp eventually age up dalien i hope they do the uni arc they mentioned,, bc dalien NEEDS an eyebrow bar imo. not to yap but if they do a uni arc i wonder how long it’ll take to finish bc the sims uni is unbearably long and realistically time consuming. literally cannot play any uni sims during real life term time because it stresses me out. also i feel like the face piercings are oddly sized in the sims but maybe that’s just me

dil didn’t change too much. although his formal suit kind of makes him seem evil in a way we haven’t seen before. the sleepwear,,, is a choice

#dan howell #amazingphil #phan #dan and phil #dan and phil games #dan and phil poll

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kevinsdsy · 10 months ago

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hi... it's wildflower anon just here to mostly say sorry for going mia after saying I'd be done months ago

truth is my aftg hyperfixation went dormant for a good while, and i just sort of forgot to finish. i will get it done just not any time soon. life lowkey got in the way as well including probably losing my chance to enter a good college bc i missed an orientation call so there's that little bit of unnecessary context

anyway hope you're doing good, i just felt bad leaving it up in the air for so long. if you'd like i could send what I've got so far and eventually, the rest? idk. i honestly look at the essay and think i was delusional for it but idk if that's the depression talking or actual clarity

HIII i was literally thinking about you this week and wondering if i had missed the essay or not yk but PLEASEEE take all the time you need!! it’s totally fine to take some time for yourself instead and focus on other things!! you shouldn’t write because you feel obligated or anything, it should be just for fun!!! and honestly i totally understand— i’ve been mia too because of uni starting up again and starting my new job, honestly the only reason i do open tumblr nowadays is because of my mutuals.

i’m sorry about the depressive episode and the college orientation :(( i truly wish u the absolute best and hope you’ll feel better soon <333 ily!! and honestly dw about it!! i would love to read what u have so far, but also i’m patient and can wait for you to finish it!! either way is fine with me, so choose whichever you prefer 🙂‍↕️🩷🫶🏼

#kevinsdsy’s inbox #wildflower anon

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ughobis · 2 years ago

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we need you back the the j-hope layout/moodboard community is dying

pleaseee i wish i could be more active :’) ❤️‍🩹 i started uni recently and i’ve been in survival mode ever since but i’m getting a hold of it! :<

also can’t promise anything but since i miss posting here then definitely expect some layouts nd moodboards in the future mwahh !! 🫶🏻

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wheeboo · 1 year ago

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hii my beautiful rania ! haven’t had the chance to read your hao fic, i’m so sorry i’ve been swamped with finals and haven’t been taking care of myself really well :(

i’ve been skipping a few (probably more than a few?) meals, and my mom’s getting worried because i lost a lot of weight since i stopped eating properly at uni 😞

it just sort of happened after the time that i recently told you i got sick :/ do you have any tips on how i can get back my healthy relationship with food ? :(

buTTTT ANYWAYSSS, i haven’t properly read hao fic, so i’ll defo read it later and cry HSHSGSH pleaseee take care of yourself my love, i love youuu ! 🤍

hi my love !! and no need to say sorry or anything take all the time that u need 🫶 i completely understand if u need to stay away from distractions to study for ur finals !! good luck on them i know you’ll do great, i’m rooting for u 🥹🫶

i’m so sorry that u’ve been dealing with all that. i’m no professional but i had gone thru a depressive episode earlier feb and also gone thru the same thing of not eating as much. it’s a lot better now, but i would say is to start small and assign like a schedule of when to eat!! i also try to do something when i eat such as watch a show (sometimes i rewatch gose), read a book, eat with ur family, etc. i know it can def be hard to motivate urself to eat, but i would say to treat it as a lil reward 🫶 example for ur finals !! reward urself for getting THRU ur finals perhaps or reward urself with a lil snack from studying :))

please continue to take care of urself lovely 🫶🫶 just know that i’m here for u. and i’d love to know ur thoughts on the hao fic when u can but take all the time u need !!

#tw food mentions #tw mental health mentions #totomoshi #answered

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freakynct · 4 years ago

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I would like to request!!! Reactions of roommates nct 127 inviting them on your bubble bath because you feel lonely🥺

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲

taeil:

"ah y/n i'm sorry!" he said as he covered his eyes with his hand, hiding away your figure submerged in the bathtub. "i'm so so sorry." he tried leaving the room quickly but instead went against the door making you giggle.

"it's ok taeil, wait." you said and he stood still as a statue. "uhm don't you wanna join me?" his widened eyes peaked between his fingers at you, confused and intrigued with your question.

"y/n... what do you mean?" he mumbled.

"please. i've been feeling so lonely lately, please join me." you confessed to him, pouting in hopes that would entice him.

he sighed and slowly walked over to you, his eyes still avoiding contact with your body as he sat down on the floor next to the bathtub.

"i can just sit here with you if you want." his voice was so sweet and the way his fingers lightly grazed over your hand was even sweeter.

"yeah, that's ok with me." you smiled.

johnny:

"johnny." you whined out to him from the bathtub where you were in as he stood with his back turned to you. he had come into the bathroom to look for something he needed and was currently going through all the stuff in the cabinet.

"hm." he mumbled in response, too focused on what he was doing to give you a proper reply.

"please come take a bath with me." you pouted even tho he couldn't see you.

"why?" he asked, but still he didn't seem too surprised or like he was paying attention to what you were proposing.

"i'm lonely." you whined.

"got it!" he almost yelled out as he had finally found what he was looking for.

"johnny!!" you shouted back, annoyed at his lack of interest in what you were saying.

"you're just needy y/n, you know this happens once in a while. you need a boyfriend." he said as he finally turned back to look at you.

"are you gonna take a bath with me or no?" you asked already impatient.

"sure."

taeyong:

"why would you ask me something like that?" he nervous laughed when you suggested having a bubble bath together on the topic of both of you being stressed out with work.

"why not? it'd be fun." you smiled grabbing his arms in excitement while he raised his eyebrow at you in confusion.

"but why together?" you noticed he giggled everytime he mentioned doing it together, the idea of it made him shy.

"i don't know, cause we could talk and relax together. c'mon tae." you pouted at him and you saw how his face started to soften up.

"i don't know y/n. we're friends and roommates, wouldn't it be weird?"

"well we don't have to be naked. we can use bathing suits." you watched him think over the idea for a few seconds until he finally gave in.

"ok but i want extra bubbles." he smiled.

yuta:

"sorry what was that?" he smirked at you after already asking you to repeat yourself twice.

"ugh forget it." you whined turning around to walk back to your room before you felt his hand yanking you back by your arm.

"wait wait." he chuckled. "i was just playing with you." you looked up at him and your cheeks burned at the proximity of your bodies.

"well... so you accept?" you murmured looking back down at his chest to avoid eye contact but you knew his eyes were still deeply buried on you and he was enjoying this.

"it's a little weird to ask your roommate to take a bath with you. is there anything you wanna tell me?" your eyes widened as you met his again and you saw his smirk grow bigger.

"yutaaa." you slapped his arm and he laughed. "i just wanted company cause it's more fun." you pouted and he sighed.

"don't worry, i'll make it fun."

doyoung:

"i don't think this is a good idea." he said looking around the room as if someone else was watching.

"will you quit thinking about this so much?" you said while taking your shirt off, to which doyoung looked away almost immediately. "it's just a bubble bath, i'm not asking you to marry me."

he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before starting to unbutton his black shirt.

"i'll turn around and you go in first." he said as he was already turning his back on you.

"i don't mind if you see me naked." you shrugged your shoulders and proceeded to take off the rest of your clothes off.

"i do! i don't wanna make things weird." he whined and you laughed.

"we're already taking a bath together so." you got in the bathtub and covered yourself with the bubbles. "ok you can come in now." you looked at his bare behind as you waited for him to move but he only turned his head back to look at you.

"close your eyes too." he insisted.

"doyoung im already seeing your ass."

"close them!!"

jaehyun:

"so this is what we're doing when we feel lonely now, huh?" he smirked as he walked over to you, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

"uh no, i mean, yeah." you tripped over your words as he started getting closer and closer to you. "it was just a suggestion, i mean, maybe it could be nice i don't know.

your cheeks burned at the sound of jaehyun's low chuckle. he was already standing tall in front of you and his finger came under your chin to make you look up at him.

"calm down y/n, i didn't say i didn't want it." he smiled. "we can do it."

you smiled back at his words before he went back to talking again.

"wanna take off my clothes too?" he laughed as you slapped his arm. "ok ok. let's go."

jungwoo:

you always cuddled with jungwoo in his room when you were feeling down or lonely and it was something he had already gotten used to and liked.

"jungwoo, come take a bath with me." you pouted looking up from his chest where you were previously laying your head on while he played video games.

"a bath?" he asked confused but never taking his eyes away from the bright tv.

"yeah. i wanna take a bath but i also don't wanna stop cuddling." you heard his chuckle and he finally looked at you for a few seconds.

"i think you'll survive if you stop cuddling me for 30 minutes." he smiled.

"pleaseee, i'll never ask anything from you again." you whined, pulling on his t-shirt and he sighed while pausing his game and taking off his headphones.

"alright, c'mon needy." you frowned at him and he laughed, getting up.

mark:

you walked through the hall with your towel in hand before stopping at mark's room door, which was slightly open. you looked inside and saw his leaning over his desk, hands roaming through his hair as he studied.

"hey." you said, opening up his door a little more.

"hey!" he smiled as he turned around to look at you. "you going to take a shower?"

"a bath." you corrected him and he sighed.

"man i'm really needing one of those too, uni is killing me." he said looking over at all of his papers scattered all over the table.

"you can come take a bath with me if you want." you murmed a little shy, almost not expecting yourself to say something like that but mark's reaction wasn't what you expected.

"oh yeah, of course, i'm coming right away." he laughed leaning back on his chair and you noticed that he thought you were just making a joke until he realized that you looked too serious to be any of that. "oh. you're being serious?" he asked surprised.

"uhm... yeah i guess." you watched him look around the room before his eyes fell back on you.

"are you sure?" he asked. you just nodded in response and you saw the little smile on the corner of his lips. "ok, then i guess i can take a break now." he said getting up.

haechan:

you heard the knock on the bathroom door and you told him to come in.

"here's the coffee you asked." he rolled his eyes as he kneeled down next to the tub, handing you over the hot mug.

haechan had lost one of the many bets you two made and now he had to serve you for the day which he wasn't too amused by.

"is that all?" he mumbled annoyed and you chuckled, leaning over the bathtub to get closer to him.

"no." you saw him roll his eyes one more time. "you have to get in and take a bath with me."

you saw his annoyed expression soften up quickly as he realized what you were asking.

"g-get in?" his eyes were slightly wide and you thought he looked so cute.

"yeah. or are you afraid of taking a bath with a girl?" you smirked and he immediately got up, taking off his shirt.

"make room for me."

#nct fluff #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #wayv fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct dream imagines #wayv imagines #nct 127 reactions #nct dream reactions #wayv reactions #nct 127 mlt #nct dream mlt #wayv mlt

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judeswhore · 4 years ago

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since i’m obsessed with you & everything you write can you pleaseee write something about mase being jealous and protective maybe you’re still keeping it low key and when you’re out with everyone you’re getting a lot of attention the boys keep making comments and he doesn’t know how to act you can spin it however you please I just need some jealous mase in my life

JEALOUS MASE INCOMING!!!! also thank u sm this isn’t really my best but i hope u enjoy bestie <33

the photographer - mason mount

"What are you wearing?" You can hear Mason's smirk through the phone you had pressed between your shoulder and your ear as you drop onto the edge of your bed to put your heels on.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease, teeth biting into your bottom lip as you struggle with the straps that wrap around your ankles and a little up your calf, an expensive pair that Mason had actually bought for you.

"I would. Tell me, baby." You can hear rustling in the background and the soft sound of Mason padding down his stairs.

"I want it to be a surprise. It's a new dress, y'know." You successfully fasten one of your heels on, switching legs to start on the other.

"I wasn't talking about your dress, sweetheart." You bite back a grin.

"That's a surprise for even later, Mase." Mason's hum of appreciation vibrates through your ear.

"So you're coming home with me then?"

"I was planning on it, yeah. Have to be careful when we leave though, don't want them all asking questions." You finish your second heel, straightening up and catching your reflection in the mirror on your wardrobe. Red dress clings tightly to your curves, stopping mid thigh, your boobs pushed up perfectly in a way that you know will have Mason drooling.

"Right, questions." There's a slight huff of annoyance in Mason's voice that has your heart sinking.

You've only been working as the photographer for the England team for a few months, they hired you right at the start of the Euros and had thankfully kept you with them when the International games started up. You'd spent so many hours a day holed up with those boys, joining them on all their trips and being with them through all the highs and lows that you were bound to start building bonds with them.

Mason however, was a special case. He was it for you from the very first hello when he'd accidentally walked into you in the hallway at St. George's Park and you'd been completely wrapped up in him ever since. The two of you had snuck around together like teenagers, hiding in store rooms for quick make out sessions and slipping into each other's hotel rooms when you were sure everyone else had gone to sleep.

Mason would bring coffee to you every morning, a task that didn't go unnoticed by any of the boys but they just assumed Mason was hung up. They had no idea what was really happening between the two of you and you planned on keeping it that way for a while. You weren't exactly a well known photographer when you got hired, you were still in uni and only doing photography on the side. You didn't want people thinking you'd only been kept on the job because Mason had a hand in the decision. You'd never let your achievements be put down to anyone else.

"Mase," You start but he cuts you off before you have the chance to carry on.

"No, I know, it's fine. Sometimes I just wish I could show you off, y'know." Your heart thumps in your chest, a giddy smile pulling at your lips.

"It would be an honour to be shown off by you, Mr Mount." Mason huffs a laugh on the other end of the phone and you lightly dab your lipstick as a horn blares outside. Lifting your blinds you spot the Uber waiting on the curb.

"Cars here, I'll see you in a bit yeah?"

"How will I find you?"

"I'll be the one in the red dress." You just hear Mason's strangled noise before you're ending the call, a satisfied feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Mason spots you the second you step into the club, his mouth going instantly dry when he rakes his gaze along the skin tight red dress and incredibly high heels. You've curled your hair and Mason's first thought is that he wants to drag his fingers through it and mess them up. He's completely tuning out the conversation between Jack and Reece beside him,

his full attention focused on the way you saunter into the room, your smile growing when you spot Ben, pushing your way over to him.

"Fuck me," Reece lets out a low appreciative whistle, his own gaze now focused on you. You're standing on your tip toes, arms reaching around Ben's neck as you pull him into a hug and it's only now that Mason realises you're wearing the heels he bought for your birthday. "She has no idea how fit she is."

"Oh I think she knows. She's batting those pretty little eyelashes at Ben like she's got something to win from it." Jack laughs and the comment sends a shoot of jealousy straight to his stomach. You were currently fixing Ben's shirt, fingers fiddling with the top buttons and Mason can't help the glare that forms.

"Who invited her tonight?" Declan has settled himself beside Mason and he follows all three men's eyes until he too spots you saying hello to Jesse and Marcus. "You think her and Ben have something going on?"

"Nah, Ben's been seeing a girl Dele set him up with. I think Jadon invited her." Declan knocks his bottle against Mason's. "You want another?"

"Yeah sure." Mason nods, body singing slightly when he notices you making your way over, gaze bouncing between all boys and for once Mason just wishes you'd focus entirely on him.

"You look absolutely stunning, (Y/N)." Reece is so obviously flirting and Mason watches the way his eyes slip to your boobs.

"Don't look too bad yourself, James." Your gaze sweeps over Mason's body, eyes lingering slightly on his arms. "You're all looking rather good tonight." Mason wishes he could bottle that compliment up and save it just for himself. He doesn't want you hiding compliments for him inside compliments for everyone else. He wants them all to stop looking at you like you're up for grabs when you are so completely not.

The entire night Mason has to sit silently and watch not only his team mates but random guys in the club drool over you, gazes and hands lingering far longer than necessary. Reece and Marcus had a fifteen minute conversation about which of you was going to ask her out first and it had taken everything in Mason not to snap. You were his girlfriend for fucks sake. He shouldn't have to sit and listen to his friends blabber on about how you'd be with them in less than a month.

You were currently sitting beside Declan's girlfriend, laughing at something she'd said, hands tugging at the ends of your hair and he wants to be with you. You've barely said five words to him, too busy talking to everyone else about their lives and whenever he'd attempted to talk into you, someone else had came and stole your attention.

"Mate, the way she looked at Bukayo's party the other week? Tonight's dress has nothing on that one." Marcus throws an arm over the back of the seat, lazy smirk tilting his lips. "You know she rejected Jadon." Mason's head swings around at this because it's definitely news to him.

"What?"

"Yeah, he asked her if she wanted to go for a few drinks and she said she wasn't interested." Mason looks back up but you've disappeared again.

"Maybe she's seeing someone else?" Declan suggests and Marcus shakes his head in reply.

"If she's seeing anyone she's seeing him." Marcus nodded his head toward the corner of the room where you're standing far too close to Ben for comfort. Ben's hand is resting on the wall by your head and you're grinning up at him, face half shadowed by your hair. The wave of jealousy that hits Mason is almost enough to make him sick and he wants to punch Chilly.

This isn't him. He doesn't get like this over girls, especially not with his friends. They know boundaries and they don't openly flirt with the girls he's seeing. But he can't exactly blame them can he? They have no idea what's going on with you and he doesn't know how to deal with that. How is he supposed to sit back while his friends come on to you?

"I already said, Ben's-"

"I'm going to get another drink." Mason's up and heading towards the bar before anyone can reply, sitting himself on a stool and ordering himself a glass of whisky. It's almost ten minutes before you settle into the stool beside him, foot knocking lightly into his.

"Not gonna buy me a drink, Mount?"

"You have your own money, don't you? Buy your own." You startle at his words, cheeks flushing slightly. Mason downs his whisky, eyes hard.

"I wasn't-"

"Or better yet, you can ask Ben to buy you one, you've been pretty cozy all night." You furrow your eyebrows at him, legs crossing awkwardly.

"What are you on about?"

"Jadon's here too. Maybe he'll get you one. He did ask you out for drinks didn't he?" Mason turns his head to raise his eyebrows at you.

"Well, yeah, but I said no. Why are you being like this?"

"Who's next, hmm, (Y/N)?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" You glare at him, heart sinking in your chest because you'd been dying to get a moment alone with him all night but people kept bombarding you and then when you looked again Mason had disappeared and you'd just thought you could finally spend some time with him and he's acting like this?

"Marcus is single, so is Reece, maybe you'll want them next."

"Stop it."

"Stop what? They all fucking want you, (Y/N), they're practically fucking drooling over you and you don't do anything to stop them." Mason's tone is harsh and it stings enough that you shuffle away from him, hurt swimming in your chest.

"Who cares what they're doing? I'm not interested in any of them."

"I care what they're doing! I care when I have to sit and listen to my friends talk about how much they want my girlfriend and not be able to fucking say anything! They were sat over there going on about who's gonna date you." Mason runs a hand over his face, pushing away from the bar so he's standing. You drop down beside him, willing the hurt in your chest to go away.

"I don't want them." Your voice is a whisper and is almost swallowed up by the noise of the club. Mason eyes you, hurt evident in his own gaze. "I want you."

"You haven't exactly shown that have you? You've hardly spoken to me all night, everyone thinks you're seeing Ben." You shake your head and glare up at him.

"Why aren't you listening to me? I don't fucking want Ben or anyone else."

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like that. All these guys have had your attention the entire night, every single one of them thinking that they can leer at you and touch you and I have to sit back and act like it's not killing me inside. It's like you don't care." Mason lets out a sigh of defeat and your heart thumps heavy against your ribs because you can't lose him. You won't lose him. You step closer to him.

"Shut up, Mason."

"Excuse me?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." Mason's entire body stills and you worry that he's going to reject you. "Please." The desperate tone of your voice has Mason closing the gap between you, his hands pressing against your jaw. His lips are warm and soft against yours and you melt against him, fingers grabbing at his shirt.

In the back of your mind you know everyone in the club can see you, you’re practically right in the middle of the room but all you want to do is squash any doubts Mason has that you don’t care about him.

“I only want you, Mason.”

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osakunt · 4 years ago

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Your blog is fuc***g awesome!! I was wondering, can you write something with msby boys and a s/o who is going to uni and has a lot of exams? Like yesterday me and my friends studied all night and we have breakfast with readbull, coffee and cereal to have the energy to study again and I want to see them with a s/o doing something similar. Thank you!

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➬ 𝗠𝗦𝗕𝗬 𝟰 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➬ 𝗺-𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 😳😳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 ‼️‼️

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𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 kissed you before going to bed and told you to come to bed when finishing. He was knocked out - in sleepy land until he rolled over in the early hours of the morning to bring you closer to him but you weren’t there. “They can’t be” he whispers. Peeking an eye open - already knowing where you were. “Mind telling me why you’re still here and at four in the morning……with energy drinks (?) love, what the fuck ?” “Morning Omi. How’d you sleep ?” You look over your shoulder to see him frown at you.

“Don’t morning, me. Tell me that you didn’t stay up all night” he sits next to you pushing your notebook to a clear space in the coffee table. “Then I won’t tell you” you shrug giggling making him groan. “Did you at least take a break to eat ?” “No. I said I was going to do that but I completely forgot” hearing your answer ,he leaves for the kitchen and comes back with two bowls,cereal and milk. “Here this’ll keep you steady for now” he hands you your bowl nagging you to eat before you got sick. When you were done you set the bowl down and go back to picking up your notebook, however Kiyoomi had other plans.

“NOPE. You’re comin’ with me” he throws you over his shoulder, making his way to the room. “I have my day off today so we’re sleeping” he says before his head hits the pillow and arms circling around you. It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep. After eight hours of cramming things into your brain, there was nothing else to expect. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

BOKUTO thought you’d go to sleep a few minutes after he went to bed but he had been in bed for an hour now, still awake - waiting for you to come join him to cuddle to sleep. Grabbing his phone from the night stand, he sees that it’s exactly eleven on the dot. Getting out of bed and going to where you were at the desk in the next room, he sees you sipping on coffee - reading some notes you had taken hours before. “Hey baby ? You coming to bed ?” He asks poking his head and half his body into the room

“I can’t Kou. I need to finish up this third part” putting your mug down, you look up to see him pout. “How many parts are left ?” “Two, baby”. Now, Bokuto wasn’t all too happy with you staying up - after all he only went to college for two years before getting drafted for the MSBY. He understood that you working for your career was a priority but at the moment his priority was having you in bed and in his arms, ear pressed against your chest to hear your heart beat. “Guess I’ll just stay with you” he pulls up a rolling chair settling down in it; smiling at you.

“Kou, this will take me all night.”

“I know. I’ll spend it here with you. Good thing it’s off season so I can stay up till anytime”

“That’ll mess up your sleep schedule though”

“No it won’t” and he was right. It wouldn’t mess up anything for him. It was now three in the morning and he was on your lap knocked. You even used his chest as a table for your books when you ran out of space on the desk.

He wakes up when the sound of a RedBull can opens and some of the sprit falls on his cheek. Blinking the sleep away - he stirs up from your lap, taking in the circles under your eyes. “Are you done yet ?” “No. I need to read through this article” you pull out a sheet with a pencil. “Then let’s popcorn read so you can finish this up. This studying thing annoys me. It takes you away from me” he grabs your paper and starts reading the first paragraph to help you finish faster. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Atsumu’s plane landed around five and got home at six from an away game the team had. He wasn’t excepting to see you eating a bowl of cereal with your laptop propped up on your legs with a blanket over your head. “Ya waited fer me ta get home ?! Awe, angel yer so sweet ♡” “Shhh Tsumu !!! I need to hear this” you shut him up increasing the volume of your computer.

“Welcome home babe - thanks,baby! It’s great to be back - I missed ya- I missed ya too, angel” Atsumu goes back and forth with himself creating a welcome home scenario - playing both your part and his.

Making it over to the floor where you were set up, he squints his eyes seeing numbers and letters appearing on the computer screen. Face dropping even more, he sets down his duffle bag then takes your laptop away from you. “Heyy!!” “Let me see your face” he squished your cheeks with his hand to get you to stop moving.

“Ya didn’t”

“I did. And will continue” you finish up your bowl of cereal tossing it aside to grab your laptop from his hands but he yanks it away.

“How long ya’ve been at it ?”

“Since two days ago”

Hearing you say two days ago blew him away. This meant you probably hadn’t eaten anything nor taken a break. Setting down the laptop - he brings you up to the couch snuggling into you. Playing with your hair and making small talk, he feels your exhaustion overpower you - slowly carrying you into a deep slumber. A slumber that he also needed and took the chance while you were in his arms. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Hinata was up studying with you. While you studied for your career, he studied his plays and next moves to make in the next game the team had. “I can jump a little higher” he pauses the video he was watching to write down a solution for his problem. Glancing over to you, he sees you handing him a glass bottle of refrigerated Starbucks. “Thanks” he smiles at you opening up the drink and looking at you again. “What time is it ?” His eyes show how bad he needed sleep, however he refused to go to bed unless he found ways to improve his plays.

“It’s ten. I think we should go to sleep. I’m pretty much finished” you suggest

“Fifteen more minutes. That way we can both finish and sleep the whole day” he says yawning.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you look at him and turn off the tv. “No. You were literally just falling asleep just now.”

“Y/n- but pleaseee” he gives you puppy eyes. Ones that you ignore packing up your things in their respective place. Unlike the other MSBY 3, Hinata will be the one you have to force to go to sleep because of how invested he is in finding ways to palm that ball. Though the others are also invested, Hinata is the one who has a hard time because of the excitement.

“No. Sweetheart it’s about to be noon. Let’s try to at least sleep” you grab his hand - dragging him to the shared room. “Maybe I can do that trick Atsumu did with Osamu when we were in high school. When they changed positions”

“Shut up. Sleep” you kiss his forehead resting your head on your pillow - quickly falling asleep.

“Baby ?….y/n …..oh they fell asleep” Hinata rubs his eyes, feeling the warmth of the bed - maybe a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

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#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #miya atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #hinata x reader #hinata haikyuu #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata x y/n

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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago

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groupie anon back at it again!! also this nickname has me BLUSHING grhsfbksj also reading your replies is always so fun because I get to see my original message too (I have a terrible memory and so it's always a surprise for me too)

my rant is significantly shorter this time, though I do have to address one thing: calling yungi the 'twin towers' was FOUULL. it had me wheezing, that shit was hilarious and I will be using that from now on.

I write for different anime fandoms! (I feel like I gave my account away hahaha oh well, oopsie). see, I prefer writing fluff because it makes me blush and act even more delulu than I already am, but smut is your forte. you write it so well it makes me curl up into a ball and wonder what good I did in my life to deserve such immaculate pieces of literature.

also I spent almost all day at work today thinking about what I could write about for my first kpop fanfic and I've circled back to this one idea like 5 times.... sannie sick fic. SANNIE SICK FIC!!!!! no seriously imagine him all snotty and flushed, BEGGING to be cuddled but you can't because he's contagious, so you make him soup and tuck him in and he's so cute and soft and his hair is definitely greasy because he's been in bed for almost a week straight (but you give him a scalp massage because he's sannie and nothing can keep you away from him) but not even a yucky virus can stop his talkativeness and he keeps rambling until you shove a spoonful of soup into his mouth to shut him up and he's so FLIRTY like sir are you sick or are you drunk?? he's so in love and reader is just as in love with him back.

phew.

okay so sannie came up and suddenly I'm a liar for saying my rant would be shorter this time (isn't this the longest message I've sent so far??). I think you can tell why I enjoyed that san fic so much ahdbsjfbs he's got me in the tightest chokehold, there's nothing I wouldn't let him do. absolutely nothing, anything that was once off the table is very much on the table if he wishes it to be. the man can reach inside my body, pull out one of my kidneys, sell it, then fuck me into the mattress, and I would still get on my knees and beg to suck his dick afterwards. seonghwa, too, can treat me like I'm nothing but a couple holes to play with. I genuinely need to censor myself right now because if I say any more, the psych ward people might come for me.

also drummer jongho is so... yes. despite not reading any jongho fics, I will be found dead before I ever deny that that man does not give off the most attractive energy ever, but he's also a cute little teddy bear. personally, I love fics where he's my little brother hafjdbf, they're literally always the best ones ahaha.

uni started again for the year and I thought I'd be more busy with that and work, but I will personally make time to write that sannie fic because it's life or death at this point tbh. happiness doesn't come from grades, it comes from booseoksoon and sannie sick fics. also it would be nice to actually chat normally rather than through asks hahhaha.

until next time!! (I will read the valentine day hwa fic tonight, so you will probably get another message from me soon - I read the tags, I need a couple hours to mentally prepare for it)

P.S., my laptop crashed three times while I was writing this, but the universe will never stop me from sharing my love.

hey!! blushing pleaseee stop being so wholesome rn i can’t take it 😭😭 i love it too it’s like we’re public pen pals ;;;; pffff no same i have the memory of a fruit fly i prob won’t even remember what i typed out after i finish this sentence jshdgd

it was so foul fnrrrr but also so true!! i actually saw someone else on here use that term so kudos to them for coining that shit’s funny af and i’m glad you could get a good laugh out of it!

anime fandoms hmmmmm i’m gonna do a little investigating 👀🔍 ughhh i love fluff that shit makes me blush harder than hardcore smut i swear ??? pleasee you’re gassing me up sm it’s making me feel like debby ryan in that one movie 😭

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SICK SANNIE FIC ???? my third eye is open and my chakras are aligned like - you’re a genius dude!!! NOT FEEDING HIM SOUP AND GIVING HIM A SCALP MASSAGE AND HES ALL FLUSHED AND HES STILL FLIRTINGGGG EVEN THOSE HES DYING THATS SO FUCKING SWEET IM GETTING A CAVITY RN,, sorry for yelling but damn son

BROOOO I CANT - the thirstiness for san is so fucking relatable it hurts like i swear i’ve never been down this bad for anyone before but i would actually sell my soul to lucifer himself rn just to be a hole for that man but honestly anyone and everyone in ateez could get 25/8 and it’s cool the psych ward is knocking at my door as we speak 💅🏼

jongho was actually my very first bias!! his stage presence and voice during the their first mama performance (which was the first ateez thing i ever saw) blew me away and THEN i find out he’s the sweetest, softest, most respectful man to ever exist ??? and his gummy smile broooo holy shit

i hope uni and work goes well! exactly you should do the things you love 💕 feel free to send me a message! i don’t bite <3 i hope you enjoy it! i don’t blame you every time i see a tag for sub hwa my brain feels a little fuzzy ngl. i’m sorry it crashed ;; i appreciate you sharing it with me 💜

nooo i’m sorry it crashed! my phone closes tumblr all the time when i’m in the middle of typing and it takes years off my life 😔 god you’re so sweet 😭

#ask #for groupie anon 🎸

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jamesmaddiscnx · 4 years ago

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10. you turning up to training because he left his phone at home. WITH TRENT PLEASEEE OMG!💖

btw love your work ❤️

request prompt: turning up to training because trent left his phone at home

word count: 569

warnings: none

category: fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The media always glamorised the lives of footballers. They showed the luxurious homes that they owned, their boujee holidays that they went on and how they only had to ‘kick a ball about’ to get a significant wage but they failed to mention how the media attention negatively impacted their lives, how they struggled to keep anything private or how busy they really were.

They trained most days of the week from the early hours of the morning until the late hours of the afternoon. They didn’t get much time to spend with their significant others and they were scrutinised for every little thing that they did

Granted, they knew that they were lucky. They knew that but it didn’t make the tough times any easier.

Today was another one of those busy mornings in your house. Trent had training early that morning and when his alarm failed to wake him up, he was in a big rush to leave and make it to training on time.

Throwing on the closest things to you, which just so happened to include one of Trent’s many hoodies, you got yourself ready and made sure that you looked somewhat presentable. Grabbing his phone off of his bedside table, you hopped into your car and you were ready to go.

The drive to the training centre was relatively short, especially when you considered the fact that you had chosen your home based on the fact that it was so close to everywhere you both needed to go often, the training ground being top of the list.

You pulled in to the car park and parked your car right next to the one that you recognised to be Trent’s. You shook your head as you noticed that he had left the keys in the ignition. You made sure to remove them and lock his car for him before you made your way to the training pitches having already spotted the bright red of the training kits that the team wore.

You were only a few metres away when club captain, James Milner, spotted you and pointed you out to Trent. The smile on his face was evident, especially as you started to get closer to him but you could also tell that he was confused by your sudden appearance by the way that his eyebrows furrowed together.

“What are you doing here?” His scouse accent broke the silence as he moved to stand in front of you, the manager keeping a close eye on Trent since he was needed for the weekend.

“You forgot something this morning,” You held up his phone in your hand and the look of shock that took over his features. You found it to be quite amusing, especially when you considered the fact that him forgetting his phone wasn’t even the most surprising bit of it all.

“So I came to drop it off and as I pulled into the parking space beside your car, I noticed that your keys were still in the ignition.” You pulled them out of your pocket, making them jingle in front of his face and watched the large grin that spread across it.

“You would leave the house without your head if it wasn’t attached to your body.” You laughed and Trent started to laugh along with you before pulling you in tightly to his chest, a hug to say ‘thank you’ for looking after him so well.

He would truly be lost without you.

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hi! it’s been a few days since i last posted an imagine. i’m not sure how many more i’ll get out over the coming days because of uni work but i’m working on it! also, thank you so much anon! that little message at the end is so cute and i'm so happy that you enjoy my work ❤️ sending you all lots of love, e

tags: @harrywinksyx @kingkepa @glam-khal @alexajanecollins @kierantierncy @footballxwrites

#football #football imagines #footballer #premier league #liverpool imagines #liverpool imagine #liverpool fc #liverpool #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagine

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outofsstyles · 5 years ago

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✨CRISY’S FIC REC MASTERPOST✨

Hello friends! In honor of today’s fic writer appreciation day I’ve decided to compile my favorites that I’ve read so far this year!! Please make sure to check everyone’s masterlist as well cause they’re all incredibly talented writers and I love them all ✨💞

Please don’t forget to support their work with a reblog as well as sending them some love cause they all deserve it very much!!

Also keep in mind that this is organized in no particular order!So here we go:

* = indicates smut

@harrystylescherry (masterlist)

Wallowing

↳ best friend!Harry

Somebody Else* (series)

↳ Friends with benefits (fair warning: Nat will play with your heart on this one but you’ll love every minute of it I promise)

@bopbopstyles (masterlist)

Residue*(part 2)

↳ camping!Harry (friends to lovers)

Elevated Surfaces*

↳ fratboy!Harry + Sorority!y/n (had to take a water break while reading this one be prepared)

Behind the Bar*

↳ fratboy!Harry + Bartender!y/n (this Harry.... please!!)

@havethetimeofyourstyles (masterlist)

Where the World Takes You*

↳ uni!Harry, friends to lovers (this one legit make me cry please read it if you love yourself)

Do You Love Me?*

↳ best friend!Harry, friends to lovers, fake dating (The fluff!!!! I die)

Love Me Please?

↳ boyfriend!Harry

@stellarboystyles (masterlist)

Fix You*

↳ mechanic!Harry (idk what it is about Harry fixing cars but I would gladly let this man do whatever he wants to me)

@toothpastekissy (masterlist)

turpitudinem* (part 2)

↳ 70s pornstar!Harry (I mean... what more could you want)

@theasstour (masterlist)

Strange Tides (Series, WIP)

↳ lightkeeper!Harry, fake dating (I mean I don’t even have enough praises for this one, I’ll just say it is one of the best fic I’ve ever read and it’s not even halfway through so there’s that! Legend says I used to have a heart before Nora stole it with this right here please read it if you love yourself)

Love is a MixSextape*

↳ boyfriend!Harry (please this is so hot I choked on my water while reading it)

@harrysclementines (masterlist)

Act My Age*

↳ Dad!Harry (Someone give this man a baby please!!! The fluff!!!!!!)

@helladirections (masterlist)

Sunflower, vols 1-5 (series)

↳ musician!Harry, friends to lovers

@bfharry (Materlist)

Groovy*

↳ 70s!Harry + bi!y/n (one day Olivia woke up and was like I’m gonna give Cristina everythig she needs... and then this fic was born. Legit felt my soul leave my body while reading this one it’s one of my favorites of all time!!)

Carolina

↳ modern prince!Harry (this is prince Harry like you’ve never seen him before)

@smokeinherperfume (masterlist)

You and I

↳ Friends to lovers (this one made my heart scream, it’s so beautifully written i’ll never get tired of praising it)

Primavera*

↳ prince!Harry (I don’t think anyone is ready for the smut on this one, just keep a glass of water next to you while reading it)

@sunflowervolvimp3 (masterlist)

Garden

↳ king of hell!Harry (the way I want koh!harry to punch me in the face and caress my cheek afterwards tells you everything you need to know)

NFWMB*

↳ boxer!Harry (this fic made me scream for 2 hours straight while I was reading it and idk I feel like that breaks a record somewhere)

42 hours* (part 2)

↳ enemies to lovers, roadtrip (I felt every existing human emotion while reading this, Leyla just has a way of making you howl that’s just different...I love it)

@harrysgucciloafers (masterlist)

cause i’m high, chewing on your taste*

↳ sub!Harry, pegging (listen to me... no one is writing smut like Lu does... this right here will set you on fire metaphorically and literally)

your lips, my lips… apocalypse*

↳ pregnant!y/n (this goes from very sweet to very hot rEAL QUICK)

@styleslovebot (masterlist)

White Wedding*

↳ best friend!Harry, fake dating (the writing on this one is incredible I swar through the whole fic I was just *lady gaga’s voice* talented, brilliant, amazing, show-stopping)

When I Kissed the Teacher*

↳ professor!Harry

@meetmeinfleetwood (masterlist)

Adieu*

↳ boyfriend!Harry (HARRY FILMING YOU!!!! This concept is so hot it had me panting)

@jawllines (masterlist)

Y/N is taking care of Harry’s boss and she’s absolutely smitten*

↳ gang!Harry

Harry hates the other camp counsellors and Y/N is very optimistic

↳ camp counsellor!Harry

@majorharry (masterlist)

Polished*

↳ bodyguard!Harry (pleaseee this right here!! I’ve probably rea it 20 times and it still gets me every single time)

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy (masterlist)

Sweet and Sour*

↳ bartender!Harry (this had me sweating honey, I was in tears almost, it’s so good, the tension,the banter, everything is just... *chef’s kiss*)

you’re someone i just want around* (Series with @sunflowervolvimp3)

↳ Vampire!Harry (okay now listen to me... I don’t think anything I say can prepare you for this one... Vampierry is that man you want to punch him in the face and then tell him you love him)

#the way I already KNOW this is not gonna show up in the tags #so I'm not even gonna try but please #check all of these out!!!#they're the most talented set of humans you couldever come across and as I said I love them all #so yeah!!!#FICREC #I might add people later rn my brain is not working

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flowerpowell · 6 years ago

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The Boy Next Door (Logan x MC / Colt x MC)

PART TWO

A/N: Hello everyone, part two of this wonderful college AU, slow burn series is already out! As always, the characters belong to PB, I only borrow them. I hope you’ll enjoy today’s chapter, please dont forget to leave some feedback cause it makes me happy!

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1919

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @confessionsofabrokegirl @akrenich @lovehugsandcandy @walkerduchess @desiree-0816 @emceesynonymroll @emichelle @hellomynameisdevi @client-327 @liamzigmichael4ever @badchoicesposts @choicesarehard @blackcatkita @pixel-thirsty @donutsgirl36 @drakeismyweakness @maccuswielle @miss-raleigh-carrera ♥

“And this year’s winner of the Nobel Peace Prize is... Ellie Wheeler, the president of the United States!”

“Thank you! Thank you for your trust, for appreciating me! I promise to continue doing good, I promise to continue being the best president the United States has ever had. I promise--” A sudden noise startled her. “Excuse me! Can you turn off your phone? This is the Nobel Academy, show some respect! As I was saying--” she tried to continue but more phones began to ring. “Turn off your phones, people!! This is my moment of glory!”

“Miss Wheeler? This is your phone ringing.”

“No, it’s not! Shut up! SHUT UP!”

“Shut up!”

Ellie was jolted awake by her phone ring and being still half asleep, she took her phone to turn it off. Why it is so loud at only seven forty-five? It’s Saturday, I should be sleeping. Stupid technology. She put her phone back on the nightstand and went back to her comfortable position only to jump out of bed the next second.

It was not Saturday, it was Friday. And she had classes at eight.

“No, no, no, no!!!” She hastily put on some clothes and sprinted out of her room. There was no time for make up or for breakfast, not even for coffee. It was her first Friday at uni and she heard professor Ortega was one of the scariest ones. She really didn’t want to be late.

Colt was watching a movie and sipping coffee when she ran downstairs and started putting on her shoes like crazy.

“Colt, you’ve got to help me!” she yelled from the hallway.

“It’s not Halloween yet,” he yelled back and she rolled her eyes. Maybe she should have put on at least some makeup.

“Please, Colt, I’m gonna be late for this class and I can’t be! I know you have a car, please, please, please, pleaseeeeeeee!” She really didn’t want to ask him for help but there was no other way. They hadn’t talked much those past few days, only a few of “Good morning,” “coffee?,” “good night!,” “may I?,” (from Ellie) and “morning,” “yes,” “no,” “please stop talking” (from Colt).

“Why can’t you skip school today? You have like four more years of that.”

“It doesn’t exactly work like that, Colt. Pleaseee, save me, I have ten minutes! If I’m late, the prof will HATE me and fail me, I won’t graduate, I’ll never get any job, I’ll be unemployed and without any money, Logan will dump me, I’ll be homeless, then I’ll get sick cause I always get sick when I’m outside for too long, especially if it’s raining, I won’t have any money for meds and I will DIE! Do you want to kill me?” She pouted, trying her best to look cute and innocent so that Colt would break. He rolled his eyes and got up, turning off the TV.

“Fine, fine, just stop, stop!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cheered, throwing her hands around Colt’s neck. He shot her an annoyed look and she quickly put distance between them. Small steps, Ellie, small steps. He’s gonna like you or else I’m not Ellie Wheeler. He MUST like you. You’re too likeable. She smiled to herself but her smile faded a few seconds later during the quietest car drive she ever experienced.

“So... Do you have any plans for today?” Ellie asked in hopes to start a conversation. In response, Colt turned on the radio and turned the sound up.

Small steps, Ellie. Small steps.

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“I know it sucks, Ellie, and I’m so sorry but I really couldn’t say no.”

Logan’s heartbroken voice filled the silence around her when she was walking back to the apartment after classes.

“So... you’re not coming this week?”

“I’m so sorry, Ellie. I really wanted to but my boss...”

“I know, I know. You couldn’t say no,” she sighed. She was really looking forward to this weekend since Logan was supposed to vist her and she missed him more than she could admit. But apparently Logan’s boss had different plans for him and Ellie was mad. Mad at Logan’s boss for finding him something to do, mad at Logan for not being able to say ‘no’ and mad at herself for wanting so bad to study here.

“I’ll visit you next month for our first anniversary! That’s a promise! I would never miss it. I love you, Ellie.”

“Yeah... I love you, too,” she said and ended the call. When she called him to tell him all about the new professor she was so excited and didn’t expect her mood would be ruined.

When she entered the appartment, Colt was still there, flipping through some papers and Ellie suddenly felt angry.

“Don’t you have a job to get to? How do you even afford this house if all you do is sitting on your ass for days?”

Colt turned to her, his eyes widened at her outburst and she felt embarrassed when she realized she shouldn’t have been so awful to him. He studied her face for a moment and finally spoke, his voice calm but with a pinch of pretended hurt.

“Why are you so rude to me? I saved you from being late, failing, being unemployed and homeless, and from dying. Is that how you show your appreciation?”

She chuckled but quickly composed herself. “I’m sorry. Logan just told me he is not coming this week and I miss him and I was mad at him, not at you of course. But he promised me and I really wanted to see him! And he also promised to help me with my assignment that is due on Monday and now I’m left all alone and... and you probably don’t even care about it. Anyways, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, forcing herself to walk away, go to her room, close the door and cry for a bit. Surprisingly, however, Colt stood up and she could see concern on his face.

“What assignment?”

She shrugged, “I thought you didn’t care.”

“I don’t. But if you’re gonna be depressed for a whole weekend I’d rather help you with it myself than live with a zombie.”

“I have this huge term paper to--”

“Term paper? Term? It’s been only the first week! Why do you need to write it now?!”

“... As I was saying,” she kept on ignoring Colt’s question, “it’s a huge term paper. With several parts and I have to do the first part by Monday. It’s about criminals’ rehabilitation and for the first task I need to find an ex-criminal and run an interview with them. I needed Logan for that cause it can be dangerous and he apparently knew the guy. Besides, I’m not the best at meeting new people.”

“Well, no shit,” Colt ran his hand through his short hair. He thought for a second before speaking again. “I think I can help. My friend was released from jail recently. She’s not very dangerous though she might bite if you’re too annoying.”

Ellie’s eyes widened at his proposition. Was he actually nice to her? “I—I,” she stuttered before clearing her throat and smiling, “I would love that. Thank you.”

~~~~

She regretted agreeing right after meeting Colt’s friend. Mona was even less friendly than Colt. If that was even possible.

“Listen, I don’t appreciate your little uni making me feel like I’m an animal in the circus,” she said to her when Ellie told her about her assignment.

“It’s not like that--”

“It’s not? Question one, how is your life different from before the jail? Question two, how to people treat you knowing you’ve been in jail?” Mona read the questions from the interview and Ellie blushed. “It’s not like I have a second head after being in jail!”

“But you kinda broke the law,” Ellie shrugged, “I’m just interviewing here, I can send your complaints to the dean, if you want to.”

“And send him this,” she showed her a middle finger and Ellie heard Colt chuckle.

“I, err, will make sure he gets it. Will you help me though?”

Mona sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I won’t make it easier for you.”

And she didn’t. After an hour, Ellie felt like she just ran two marathons. Mona wasn’t very talkative and was constantly complaining about the questions. When Ellie and Colt reached the house, it was already late and dark, as if a storm was coming. Since Ellie had a major astraphobia, she was relieved to be home, though she did miss Logan. She turned to thank Colt but he was already leaving.

“Where are you going? There’s storm coming out and it’s gonna rain!”

“I don’t mind,” he said pointing to the hood on his jacket.

“But... but it’s dangerous!”

“I don’t mind,” he repeated and she got angry again.

“So you’re gonna leave me like this? I knew I should have never come here.”

Colt sighed and stopped before opening the door. “What’s your problem again?”

“My problem? I hate storms! I’m scared of them. I get panic attacks anytime there’s one. Logan’s not here, you’re leaving and I’ll be here alone. That’s my problem.”

She saw he hesitated but eventually he opened the door and said, before heading out. “The house is safe, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

She hated him when she heard the door close. She was mad when she realized she was home alone and no one was going to save her. She wanted to go to her room and hide under the blankets on her bed but twenty minutes after Colt left, the thuderstorm started and with a shriek, she ran to hide under the kitchen table. She closed her eyes and started counting to ten but the noise of frequent thunders made her lose the count. She tried to calm herself down, her panic attack getting stronger as she repeated the phrase “the house is safe, you’re gonna be okay” to herself like a prayer. She was already shaking, her breathing was ragged when she heard the door opening.

“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed, too afraid to check what it was.

“Calm down, it’s just me!” Colt entered the kitchen and looked under the table. “You comfy here?”

“Fu—nny,” she breathed, trying to stop shaking so bad. “What... are you do—ing here?”

“You said you were afraid of storms...” he started nervously and ran his hand through his wet hair. He hesitated for a moment but he crouched and got under the table next to her. She looked at him curiously when he awkwardly put his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Does it help?” he rasped and she could only nod. The storm was still pretty strong but she stopped shaking. Being so close to Colt felt weirdly nice.

“I struggled with panic attacks when I was little,” he said as if trying to explain himself, explain why he was helping her. She nodded but didn’t say anything.

“If you tell about this to anyone I will kill you.”

She smiled to herself. Maybe Colt wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe he even started liking her.

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