dylanmassettimagines

[dylanmassettimagines]

omg i haven’t logged on this account since 2018 and reading these imagines back is making me convulse with how bad they are. im so sorry to anyone who’s had to read them lmaooo

[dylanmassettimagines]

a blurb for being kidnapped and tortured by Norman (as Norma), until Dylan finds you?

My breathing was heavy, and my heartbeat was so loud, that you could probably hear it from a mile away. The sides of my throat were practically scaping against each other at how dry they were, and I was in desperate need of water - or just any liquid substane. My point of care was long gone, I just needed to get out of here. the burning sensation around my wrists from the rope tied around them, caused me to hiss and whine. My body was so numb as I lay in the in Bates’ basement of their once lively and lovely home; that was until Norma died. Things started to change after that. 

Footsteps were placed on the steps leading down to the basement.

“Shit,Y/n!” Dylan’s alarmed voice rang. I sighed in relief, that he’s here. Maybe there is a God. “Did Norman do this to you?”  I tried forming words, but my mouth and throat were so dry, trying to get a word out was hard.

“C'mon, let’s get you out of here”

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Hey guys! Sorry for being M.I.A, final year of school is killing me. I’m on break now so I’ll be posting more :)

[dylanmassettimagines]

Hi, not a request. Just wanted to say I love your blog and your imagines!! Keep on writing, love, you do it so well. Have a nice rest of your day x

Aw thanks hun! I really appreciate the support! x

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yes for the would includes!!!

Awesome, thanks!

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Hi update I read pretty much all of your imagines and wow I think it’s safe to say that I fell in love with Dylan all over again

Hahaha me too actually. I’ve been rewatching the show and seeing my sol bean again makes me happy 😂

[dylanmassettimagines]

Hi wow I just found your blog but I looked at your master list and wow i’m so excited to read everything your blog looks amazing

Aw thanks hun! Hope you enjoy :)

[dylanmassettimagines]

Did you guys want me to do a “.... would include” for Dylan?

[dylanmassettimagines]

Hey y’all

Okay so, I’m happy for y’all to send in requests, however, they won’t be written until my term break comes up (which isn’t until next week)

[dylanmassettimagines]

Hey hey! Do you write for Norman Bates too? Cause I have an idea and I like your writing. 💜💜

Yeah I can write for Norman :) Also, thanks hun!

[dylanmassettimagines]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting. School has started and it’s getting really stressful with the workload. I’ll try and upload the best that I can, but please be patient :)

- Alia

[dylanmassettimagines]

Thank you for existing

Aww hahah you’re welcome :)

[dylanmassettimagines]

Oh well in that case, can I have a preference for when Dylan eats you out?

When Dylan ate you out, he would always make sure that you’re getting the real pleasure out of it. He would push his tongue in out and of you, making you a moaning mess already. He would continue that for a few moments before stopping, only to flick his tongue over your clit, driving you crazy. Your hands would curl in the sheets, and you back would arch, as you allowed for Dylan to give you the pleasure that you always desire. Dylan would always know how to use his tongue, and he was indeed, very good at it. You would feel that familiar feeling that the put of your stomach: 

“Dylan. I’m so close,” you moan loudly, grabbing onto his hair and pulling it harshly. He would let out a groan, which would send vibrations onto your clit, causing you to merely explode. Dylan would lick around your sensitive entrance to clean you up, before kissing you passionately. 

#preference #send in some

[dylanmassettimagines]

Are you still doing preferences? or is it just blurbs?

Yeah of course. People are mainly send in blurbs and imagine requests, but if you have one, I’d be more than happy to write about it :)

#asks

[dylanmassettimagines]

If you’re still doing the request thing could you do something where the reader is someone from Dylan’s past and she’s staying at the motel but it turns out she’s getting married and Dylan is heart broken. But then he ends up objecting during the ceremony and confessing his love for her and then they end up running away together. And could you maybe add somewhere in there the quote “It doesn’t matter that we don’t have a plan. I have you and that’s all I need.” If you can’t just ignore this lol

Aww, I love it! Of course I’ll write it!

[dylanmassettimagines]

I can't remember if I already sent this buuuut I'd like to request a blurb or imagine where reader gets kidnapped by Norman (as Norma) and is tortured, then Dylan finds and rescues her? ;;;)

Haha yeah it’s okay, I got it :) I’m just half way through writing it :)

[dylanmassettimagines]

Netflix And Almost Chill- Dylan Fluff (+smut reference)

Request: Hey you're back! I'm glad! I was wondering if you could make one where the girl has a dark past of an abusive family but very rich. Much like Bradley but this girl is down to earth like emma. Then she calls him home to chill and almost do 'it' but then her parents catch her at it and yeah that's where I stop :)

Warnings: course language // smut reference

Notes: sorry that this is short!

*your p.o.v*

“Dylan!” I exclaimed as I opened the front door. We pulled each other into a tight hug, before pulling away. 

“I brought us over some lunch,” Dylan smiled.

“Aw, thank you.” I smiled. “Come on, let’s go sit down somewhere.” We both walked in the house and made our way into living room, where I had hooked up my computer to the tv. 

“I'm going to grab us some plates and a drink. I’ll be right back.” I said before dashing off into the kitchen. Once I came back, I found Dylan sitting on the couch, playing with his phone.

“Okay, so my parents are out for the whole day, so we have the place to ourselves.” I explain. “Alright, what do you want to watch?” I ask.

“Suits?”

“Suits, it is!”

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Dylan and I finished our food and managed to watch a few episodes, with the two of us making commentary in between. As the next episode loaded, Dylan turned to kiss me. I melted into the kiss and kissed back, which turned into a make out session. I swung my leg over his, and straddled his waist. Detaching  my lips from his, I kissed down his jawline and neck, sucking on his sweet spot. 

“Y/n,” he moaned softly, resting his firm hands on my ass. I grind my hips onto his, driving him crazy.  

“Dylan,” I groaned before leaning down to roughly connect our lips together. He moaned into my mouth as I sped up the pace a little, and his hands grabbed ahold of my hips tightly, his fingertips digging into my skin, as he helped rock my hips back and forth.

“Y/n!” I heard my mum’s voice call from behind me. 

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[dylanmassettimagines]

After Hours - Dylan Smut

Request: Could you do a smut where the girl works underground with dylan as well and suddenly gets frustrated because she realizes she likes him and then confession and boom sex ;) Lol I'm lame but you're not ;)

Warnings: Smut // course language

Notes: ahh first smut in a long time 😂

*YOUR P.O.V*

Dylan and I were packaging the weed for tomorrow’s delivery, which was supposed to be done a few nights ago, but all of our schedules have been loaded with work. I’ve always fancied Dylan, but I couldn't let that affect my work here - considering I was the only girl here - so I had to keep it professional. Although, I would catch Dylan staring at me from time-to-time, which always made the butterflies tingle in my stomach. I glanced up at him once more, and notice that he was carrying two heavy boxes, with his biceps flexing whilst doing so. That almost made me drool because my god, he was hot! I could already feel the pool of wetness in my panties, which only made me more frustrated. 

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Dylan joked, winking at me. 

“Oh... Sorry,” I coughed. Dylan only seemed to chuckle, and the two of us got back to work. Even his voice was hot. 

“Fuck this.” I sighed, breaking the silence after a few moments after our last encounter. “I like you. A lot. And I know we have to be professional and all because we’re co-workers, but how can I when you’re fucking hot as hell.” I confessed. Dylan stood before me, smirking as he slowly walked forward. 

“You like me, huh? How long did it take you to finally admit it?”

“A while,” I whispered as he stood right in front of my face.

“Well, in the case... I like you too,” his soft voice rang, and before I knew it, Dylan surged forward, smashing his lips onto mine. With our bodies pressed together, it only created more of a sexual energy between us, causing us to both feel more aroused. 

“Dylan,” I breathed out, as his lips attached to my neck and sucking on the delicate skin. His hand firm hand groping my ass, before giving it a gentle smack. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, causing Dylan to smirk slightly. He bent down and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. Dylan walks over to a table and clears it before setting me down on it. Dylan’s large hands trailed up and down my thighs, as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck. His hands slowly travel further up, pulling down the thin piece of fabric. My hips bucked in attempt to create more friction against his hand, but he removed his hand. 

“Tsk, no baby. That’s my job,” he chuckles as he lifts up my shirt and tosses it behind him. Whilst I unclasp my bra, Dylan takes his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous abs. He bends down and kneels in front on my thighs, placing gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs, making me even more desperate. He then placed a small kiss on my clit, and I let out a louder moan as he licked a stripe of my clit. Adding more pressure, he sucked on my clit, and my hands flew to his hair and tugged on it harshly, urging him to continue. My eyes fluttered shut as I allowed his lips and tongue to do the work against my core, feeling my orgasm approaching. Dylan looked up at me, to find my head thrown back, my back arched and my hands pulling on his hair.

“Dylan. Fuck.” I moaned loudly, as he slipping in his middle finger, curling it upwards all in the right places, before adding another. He continued to apply more pressure onto my clit, and with both his tongue and his fingers doing wonders, I came onto his fingers, moaning loudly. He licked all round my sensitive bud, cleaning me up before standing back up and kissing me passionately. Dylan grabs a condom out of his wallet, causing me to chuckle.

“Well, aren't you prepared.”

“You never know,” he winks, before pulling both his jeans and boxers down, and crawling on top of me. 

I spread my legs wide and waiting impatiently for him. Dylan lined himself up against my entrance and slowly pushed in, a moan escaped both our mouths. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, as he pushed in all the way. He pulled out before smelling back into you. I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips when he slammed back into me again, my back arching again. Dylan started thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace, turning the two of you into a moaning mess. He lifted my leg up and over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.

“Dylan. Oh my god,” I moan out, as he hit that perfect spot. Dylan smirked and his hand grabbed ahold of my hip, thrusting harder into that one perfect spot. Soon enough, the familiar knot at the pit of my stomach appeared again, our breathing both got heavier with each thrust. 

“I’m so - ugh- fucking close,” I moan out.

“Me too, baby,” Dylan grunts back. With only a few more thrusts, I came around his for the second time today, with a cry of his name. He continued to thrust roughly, until he finally reached and rode out his high. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as he pressed his forehead against mine, with the both of us trying to catch our breaths back. After a few moments, he pulled away and threw the condom in the trashcan, before getting dressed. I laid there on the table, watching him in awe. 

“So, what happens now?” I ask.

“Dinner at 7, tomorrow?”

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