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ok but like maybe stiles stilinski with a spoiled rich reader maybe who has vibes like lydia?¿? maybe w number 21 ?¿? possibly…

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omg, this is literally the longest fic I've ever written for this blog, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Rich! Vampire! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and smut || I was forced to watch twilight and this is what happened I love it || kinda sub stiles || mentions of mates || scent glands || marking || mentions of Wattpad & fanfic || i got WAY too into this shit man- || stiles did research || biting kink || blood kink || multiple rounds || oral || face sitting || cum eating || creampie || unprotected sex ||

“So, tell me again how this happened?” Coach was baffled as you sat in his class, your hand in Stiles’ as the topic interrupted your lesson in your economics class. “Like, the dating part. How the heck did you end up with her, Stilinski?!”

You cleared your throat, raising your hand. “I uhm… we’ve been dating for a while, Coach.”

“Yeah, I know! I just didn’t believe it until I saw Stilinski trying to kiss you when he thought I wasn’t looking! Come on kid, you’re that desperate?!” Bobby groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Why is it always the nice ones who get with the… the Stiles?”

You laughed. “I don’t know who you’ve talked to, Coach, but I am not nice.”

“Yeah, she’s not!” Scott said, twirling his pencil before you glared at him. “Nice. Sh-She’s not nice.”

“Oh, shut up, McCall! You’re just mad because Stiles likes hanging out more with me than you,” you stuck your tongue out at him, letting out a soft humph as you cross your legs under the desk. “And he’s mad I took his boyfriend too.”

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

“Hush darling, Scott and I are talking,” you say, smiling widely at him as you kiss his nose. “Thank you baby.”

“This isn’t happening,” Coach groaned into his hand before the bell rings, a giggle falling from your lips. “Right? This isn’t happening?”

“Oh it’s happening!” You laughed, standing as Stiles cleared his throat.

“Y/N, baby, I have practice today.” He said, Scott coming behind him and sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to think. “Why don’t you just skip? I’ll buy the school new lacrosse gear.”

“I’m right here!” Coach yelled, but quickly got up. “I would be interested in new lacrosse gear though.”

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

“No! We have the quarter-finals this week, he can’t miss. Y/N, he can’t miss,” Scott turned to you, hoping that he could persuade you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. “Come on.”

“Oh I forgot about that,” coach mumbles, glaring at the wall. “Okay, he’s gotta come, but the school would like new lacrosse gear.”

“Here, how about this,” you say, shaking your head as you fix your skirt. “Stiles goes to practice and I’m on the field.”

Coach scoffed. “On the field? Doing what?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, leaning on the table as you pulled Stiles closer. He followed obediently as you licked your teeth, humming. “Play lacrosse?”

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

You tilted your head, crossing your legs. “What, like it’s hard?”

Coach starts to laugh, nodding. “Okay! Okay, you’ll be on the field! Stiles, lend your girlfriend some clothes, we’re getting new lacrosse gear!”

Coach walked out as you giggle, Stiles staring at your smile and the sharpened canines that he fucking loved to stare at.

Scott starts to walk out, pausing to look back at the two of you. “Stiles, you coming?”

“I-In a minute, Scott,” he smiled back at his friend before looking at you who positioned yourself on the desk with crossed legs. “I’ll be there.”

He hummed as he walked out, Stiles letting his hands settle on your hips as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. “Hey, my darling.”

You giggled, pushing back his hair. “Hey, honey,” you whisper back, smiling as you nuzzle your nose against his with a soft sigh. “Do you… do you think I’m too mean to Scott?”

“You’re not mean,” he says, laughing. “You and him have like… an ancestral rivalry. He’ll get over it.”

You giggle, pulling him closer for another firm kiss, groaning as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hand pulling his head back by tugging on his hair. He groaned loudly as your tongue circled around his, humming as your head pounded. You could hear his heart beating incredibly fast, his arteries pulsating, and by hell’s name, you could smell the horniness drifting off of his body, along with the smell of dog because of Scott.

Even newly turned, you could still control yourself with Stiles as of yet. You both had had sex a few times, more than a few actually, but that was before you were actually aware of his… human-ness. You were born a vampire, now in your final years of highschool as you aged regularly and your family was kept alive by blood bags supplied by the numerous hospitals your family owned.

Your instincts never got in the way because of how well fed you were, but this was different. You could feel everything; his heart, his arteries, his veins, fuck even his cock pulsating. Your heightened senses caught everything, groaning as you attempted to pull him closer, another loud groan falling from his lips as you pulled him closer, a choke filling your ears making you pull away, your fangs grazing his bottom lip making him hiss.

A shiver runs down your back as he lets out a soft groan, laughing slightly as he licks his lip. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed, not really paying attention to his words as you stared at his lip dripping with that delicious coppery liquid, leaning forward to lick against his lip and a loud groan left his mouth as you sucked on his lip, desperate for that taste. It was different though, his blood tasted sweet, unlike blood bags, animals, and even humans for fucks sake.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, groaning. “I-It kind of hurts.”

You gasped as you pulled away, staring at his slightly swollen bottom lip as he smiled down at you, pushing back your hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, humming so that you would look at him. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” he says, his smile growing as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll be a blood bank for you any day.”

You inhale sharply, shaking your head. “Don’t say that. Y-You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “I know you can control yourself.”

You scoffed, pushing him back. “Did you not see what I just did? If you wouldn’t have said something, I would’ve kept going.”

“But I did say something,” he says, quickly stepping forward and holding your hips again. “Just because I said it hurt-ed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Hurt-ed?”

He hummed, nodding. “Hurted. It’s the past tense.”

You shook your head, laughing. “No it’s not, the past tense is still hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, it’s hurted now.”

You giggle, shaking your head before sighing. “I’m gonna go write that check, okay? I… I think I’m gonna go home, too.”

His brows ruffled, quickly blocking you from jumping down. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe for me to be around so many people,” you responded, humming as you quickly went around him. “Come to my house after school? We need to talk.”

He quickly caught your hand, one you could’ve easily avoided, but he shook his head. “Y-You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

You giggled, smiling sadly with a shake of your head. “Just meet me at my house, alright?”

He cleared his throat but nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You hummed softly, nodding. “I love you too, my darling.”

He swallowed as you walked out, pulling out your checkbook and writing a number with a lot of zeros on the main line before crossing out the rest, signing and doing the rest of the things before passing by Coach and pressing it to his chest. “Let me know if you need more, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“What? Where are you going?” He yelled out as you waved back at him.

“Have something to do at home! I’ll see you!” You yelled, looking back with a smile. “Good luck, Coach!”

He mumbled something as you walked out, quickly making your way back home and parking outside your secluded mansion that truly could’ve been out of the movie. It didn’t take you long to get up to your room, quickly getting caught by Kirshe, one of the vampire elders that your parents were friends with. “Y/N, are you alright?”

Of course she knew what you were feeling. “O-Oh, I’m fine,” you responded, humming with a slight smile. “Just some… relationship problems.”

She paused, her golden eyes trailing down your body before flashing a bright red. “He doesn’t know he’s your mate, does he?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only that, Kirshe.”

She hummed, taking a deep inhale. “And he’s human too, isn’t he?”

You inhaled deeply, nodding. “Taken in by a pack of dogs.”

Kirshe laughed. “Oh, it’s always the best of us, my love. He’s… why are there problems now?”

“I tasted his blood,” you giggled, shaking your head with a scoff. “It’s just like the stories describe it. Addicting, sweet… perfect.”

“Do you want to turn him?” She asked, making you shrug. “Does he want to be turned?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Back at the school, Stiles was going crazy. “Do you think she’s going to break up with me?”

“She would never,” Scott responded, scoffing. “She’s too in love with you.”

“You’re just mad because you thought she was hot,” Stiles grinned, putting on a shirt that hadn’t been near Scott. He knew how much you hated the smell of wolves. “Right?”

“Oh shut up,” Scott scoffed, shaking his head. “Where did she go anyways?”

“Home.” Stiles said, humming. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I uhm… we were making out earlier. She was… sucking on my lip after it started bleeding.”

Scott froze, quickly looking at him. “What?”

“You’re overreacting so much,” Stiles said, shrugging. “We’ve had sex before.”

“But she’s never sucked your blood, right?”

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat up, about to say something before Scott groaned loudly. “Dude, the smell got stronger! Holy shit, does that turn you on?!”

“Fuck yeah it does!” Stiles said, thankful the two of them were the only ones in the locker room. “Dude, when we like, get heated, she runs her fangs along my neck, holy shit, it’s so hot.”

“And you want her to suck your blood?” Scott paused, staring at him. “You want her to turn you?”

Stiles paused, staring down at his bag before inhaling deeply. Is this what Bella Swan was feeling when she was with Edward Cullen?

“I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, grabbing his bag before smiling at Scott. “If it’s this one or one hundred, I don’t care. I want her, forever.”

Scott inhaled deeply before sighing, shaking his head with a slight smile. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Stiles smiled, all sarcasm gone. “Yeah, I am.”

“What about your dad?” Scott asked the inevitable question, inhaling deeply. “I-I’m not trying to like… ruin anything, but if you get turned… what are you going to do to him?”

Stiles smiled, shrugging. “He’ll be my dad. Always. What he wants to do is up to him.”

After that, he waved goodbye and quickly drove to your house, way over the speed limit to get there faster. As soon as he pulled up, he smiled when he saw you on your balcony, staring at him like you knew he was coming - which you probably did.

He quickly got out, waving up at you as you giggled. Normally your family was there to greet him, but they were obviously gone as he walked inside and up to your room.

He doesn’t knock, mainly because there was no point, slowly walking behind you as you stood on your balcony. His arms go to wrap around your waist, leaning onto your body as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, your hand going to hold his jaw as you exhaled deeply. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Missed you. I changed into something that I hope doesn’t smell like Scott.”

You giggle, nodding. “And it doesn’t, thank you.”

“So uhm…” he whispered, humming against your neck as you moved your hands to settle over his. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, you read up on vampires when you met me, right?” You hummed, smiling as he nodded into your neck. “Did you get to the part about mates?”

He paused, his hands tightening around your waist. Did you find your mate? He had read up about them, but never really retained the information because no one ever spoke of them, but obviously for pure blooded vampires like your family, of course they existed.

“I-I… I did,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “There wasn’t much about how it works for bloodborne vampires.”

“Would you like for me to tell you how it works?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Wh-Why would you tell me if I’m not your mate?” Stiles whispered, slight annoyance in his voice before you started laughing. “What?”

“Stiles, you’re so lucky you’re hot,” you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my mate.”

He paused, staring down at you blankly. He was your mate? Why?

When you started laughing, he realized he must’ve said it out loud, your hands cupping his face. “Why not? I think it’s fitting, don’t you?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant,” he didn’t mean to stutter, it always happened around you though. He groaned loudly as your fingers dragged down his neck, sparks following your touch as you smiled up at him. “I meant like… how are we mates?”

You paused, pursing your lips. “Kirshe said mates are decided by the gods where in past lives their love ‘changed the fate of the world’,” you mumbled, inhaling deeply as you stroked his hair. “Do you think we could’ve changed the fate of the world, Stiles? In our past lives?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding as he leaned his forehead down against yours. “I know we could’ve,” he whispered back, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

You smiled widely, letting out a loud laugh as he picked you up and turned the both of you around to go back into your bedroom. He slowly laid you in the bed, crawling over your body and laying down next to you to pull you into his chest. You sighed heavily against his chest, stroking his shirt before pulling it down slightly to see his exposed skin. You could hear his heart beating, his valves and ventricles pumping, his lungs inhaling and exhaling, his diaphragm expanding and deflating - fuck, at this point, you hated that he was human at this point.

“Y/N?”

You hummed, looking up at him as your fingers trail over his exposed collarbone. “Yes, my love?”

“I-I was wondering… if you could uhm… turn me. Like, actually turn me… into a vampire like you,” Stiles said as you started to sit up, staring at your face pinched up as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Stiles, why do you want to be a vampire?” You asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You would watch the people you love die over and over again. You have the choice to grow old and-”

“And what about you?” He whispered, taking your hand in his. Besides his dad and Scott, you were the only person alive right now that he cared for, especially after he was impacted by Void. You stuck with him even after that, how could he let you go now? “You would watch me grow old and wait for me to be born again? Huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

“I want to be with you,” the brunette filled in, staring at you with those whiskey colored eyes. “For the rest of my life, and I want it to be where you don’t have to watch me die in the end. I want to spend… the rest of my life young with you.”

“But in turning you, I’d watch you die too,” you whispered, inhaling deeply as your eyes watered. You had thought about this before, turning him, but then you thought about what he would go through. You were the first bloodborne vampire ever recorded, because of course the Court took note of every vampire turned, but you were the first one born of two Elders who didn’t think they could get pregnant. You knew what vampires went through when they’re turned, but what would Stiles go through? Turned by a bloodborne who was their mate? “You have to die to become a vampire, Stiles. I would have to kill you.”

“Then kill me.” He sat up, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you. “I’ve died before, what's another time?”

“Not like this, Stiles,” you whisper, gasping as he wiped the tears from falling down your cheeks, leaning forward to kiss against your skin. “The turning of a mate isn’t something that just happens. It takes days, months, rituals, I have to mark you, we have to be married for fucks sake-!”

You couldn’t finish, gasping as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap with a loud groan. “Well then mark me. That’s the start, right?”

You gaped at him, his stupid smile as he stared at you. “You know that means I have to bite you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like those werewolf stories on Wattpad.”

“You were on Wattpad?”

“It was a dare, moving along. Does it like stay a bite mark or does it like turn into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, a bloodborne has never marked anyone before,” you say, but your eyes narrow at him. “The hell are you reading where it turns into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, it turns into their initials,” he shrugged, but paused. “Do I get to mark you too?”

“You want to mark me?” You say, smiling with a slight bounce making him hold back a grunt. “You can mark me right now.”

He smirked, staring at you as you slipped off your shirt to expose your shoulder. “Didn’t you say there’s a process?”

“Not for marking,” you respond, but pause. “But if you mark me, we have to get married soon, because I have to turn you in the span of a few months. Or maybe not because I'm bloodborne, so it could be different.”

“What if I don’t get turned?”

“You turn into a lust crazed monster until I do turn you, but it’s more lethal because since you’re so obsessed with sex, your mind doesn’t process the turn until your body is on fire. Well, it feels like it’s on fire.”

He pursed his lips. “So for the rest of eternity we’re just going to be a rich family hidden in the woods? Like the Cullens?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’ll turn into a lust crazed monster?”

He grinned. “Well, who am I lusting for? You, right?”

“Well yeah, you have my blood in your veins, so of course you lust after me.”

“I see no problem in that.” He responds, ignoring the fact that his body might not register the turn.

You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. “Well, you want to get this mating thing started, don’t you?” Your fingers move to trail down his chest after he unclasped your bra, your skin cold to the touch until his warm hands flattened against your back. “When you first bite, it’ll taste odd until that zing runs up your back. Then, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright? As soon as you stop, your mind might get kind of hazy and you’ll probably be really horny, alright?”

He laughed. “More horny than I am now? Impossible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Immediately, he pulls away and raises his arms for you to take off his shirt, your eyes staring at his mole covered chest. You inhale shakily as you finally meet his eyes, your hands pressed against his warm chest as he pushed his face into your neck, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you pulled him closer before kissing his ear.

“Are you sure you want this, Stiles?” You whisper, holding his face as you pull away. “It doesn’t have to happen now.”

He smiled up at you, shaking his head as he continued to press kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “For the rest of eternity, remember?”

You smile, inhaling deeply as his tongue flattened against your neck making you lean your head to the side.

“Where do I bite?”

“Anywhere,” you mumbled, your mind hazy as you inhaled the smell that was so uniquely him, whiskey and mountain air combined with pine that made you walk straight toward him when you moved to town. “Anywhere you want.”

He pauses, pulling away to tilt his head up at you. “So it doesn’t have to be on your neck like in the stories?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course not. Anywhere you bite, like you said, it turns into initials surrounded by a slight imprint of your bite.”

He pauses, letting his eyes trail over your bare torso as he slowly moves so that you were actually seated in his lap. “Can I do it…” he lets his eyes trail over your skin, humming as he pressed a soft kiss to the space of skin a little lower to where the end of your clavicle was. “Here?”

“Why there?”

“Because,” he whispered, his eyes almost darkening as he let his tongue flatten against your skin, getting it wet with his spit as you groaned, tilting your head back. Your hips automatically roll into his, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he pulls away for a minute. “You gotta show it off, don’t you? Gets you to wear those low cut shirts I fuckin’ love.”

You gasped as his teeth finally sunk into your skin, your body basically on fire as he groaned against your skin. Like you said, it tasted weird at first, coppery and tangy until it flooded his mouth, the smell of the perfume you wore that he learned wasn’t actually perfume shifting into taste instead of the layers of smell you always smelled like. It was sweet and fruity, like strawberries and cherries with sweet cream and that white angel cake, tangy from the berries and sweet from the pastries.

Fuck, it tasted so good. His teeth were deep in your skin, the only cooling part of your body where his teeth sank and drew blood, his hot body making yours feel even hotter.

You could feel your mind get hazy, your eyes rolling back as he tried to suck harder, a loud groan falling from his lips as his hands pawed at your ass, your hips rutting into his almost automatically before you tugged on his hair. “St-Sti, not too much, you could get sick.”

He basically whined, only pulling away by the tug of his hair before licking over the bite mark left on your skin. He panted, watching it as though it would change into the black tattoo-ink like color he was truly expecting it to turn in an instant.

You giggled, quickly catching his jaw before pulling him up to look at you. “It’s not going to happen until I mark you first, my love.”

He stared up at you, eyes a dark chocolate color, lips slightly stained and his tongue tinted a darker red. “Oh.”

You giggle, leaning down to press firm kisses to his skin, never stopping your firm thrusts of your clothed hips against his own, tongue trailing around his skin scattered with moles. “Where do you want it, baby?”

“Where everyone can see,” his hands were shaking from excitement, the taste of your blood sending electricity through his body, tongue flattening against your shoulder and holding back the urge to sink his teeth in again. “Wherever you want it to be, as long as it’s on show.”

“So…” you whisper, letting your tongue trail down the side of his jaw, pushing against the moles under his ear. “Like, here? Or… lower?”

“A-A little lower, please,” he whispered, words breathy as he focused on your hips rolling into his, hard and your hot cunt sliding against his hard cock. He could feel your wetness through your shorts and his jeans, hissing as you leaned forward and kept your hips there, releasing your weight just a bit to keep his cock slotted between your folds. “Fuck, please.”

You hummed, your tongue flattening on the pulse filling your ears until going to the side of his neck. “Here?”

“Mhm,” he merely hummed, nodding into your neck as his hands shakily grabbed your hips. “D-Don’t stop your moving hips, please.”

You giggle, your eyesight basically blurring as you stare at his neck, that one mole catching your eye before you inhaled deeply and felt your canines extend, a comical shing filling the room as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You could barely focus on his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, one of his hands slipping in between you both to tug your shorts and underwear to the side, pushing his fingers into your leaking cunt and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were so tight, so so tight and wet, two of his fingers easily pushing into you and rolling his fingers inside of you.

You were so distracted with the taste of his blood, pushing in and out, in and out, but it was nothing compared to how good he tasted. He tasted like caramel, underlying with nutty butterscotch and whiskey, maybe a slight bit of salt that balanced everything out. You groaned loudly, eyes flying open as he pulled his finger out, the sound of him unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them to pull his cock out of his boxers and push his tip into you making you moan loudly against his skin.

Oh it was almost as though you couldn’t stop, your head pounding as you felt his veins pumping and heart beating, a soft gasp making you pull away, cursing. Was it too much? Did you take too much from him?

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, staring up at you with hazy eyes. “I liked it. I-I loved it. It felt like lightning-”

“Stiles.”

“L-Like lightning was traveling down my spine and filling my veins-”

“Stiles.”

He paused, staring up at you as you looked down at your skin, smiling when you saw the initials MS surrounded by the faded gray bite mark. “Mieczysław. Fuck, I love that name, I love your name.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, smiling as you giggled down at him, his face pressing against your skin before kissing his initials. “I love you so much.”

You smile as he slowly pushes you onto your back, his eyes a dark chocolate brown as he pulls out just for a minute, pulling off his pants after kicking off his shoes and tugging down your shorts and pretty panties. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your wet slit, flicking his tongue against your puffed up clit before sitting back on his feet and pumping his cock. You could see his cock covered in cum, inhaling deeply as you looked over at his discarded boxers, a splatter of cum making you giggle.

“I made you cum in your pants, Mieczysław?”

He groaned as he pushed back into you, staring at the creamy ring he started to leave around your entrance that kept sucking him farther and farther into you. He groaned, his mind fully attentive to your cunt basically swallowing his length, whimpers and squirming finally starting when he left the last few inches. His eyes flickered up to your face, a groan falling from his lips as he saw his initials on your skin, your face pinched in pleasure and eyes rolling back as he thrusted into you sharply to watch that creamy ring settle on his base and your hands flying to his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

He shook his head, holding your hips with a grunt. “No baby, call me by my real name,” he said, cursing softly as he started to thrust his hips, watching your body bounce with each thrust, your tits moving and his eyes trained on the mark he made. You were right, he was so fucking addicted to the feeling of you around his cock, more lightning traveling up his spine as your nails dug into his forearm, blood making your eyes flash red. “You always say it so fucking nice.”

He watched you groan loudly, moving so his chest pressed against yours and moving his arms to support him. He watched your mouth move to his forearms, your tongue flattening against his skin and licking up all of the blood, his mouth moving to your head to press kisses against your hair, groans falling from his mouth with each thrust before you moved to stare up at him, pulling him down to kiss him, that same coppery tang disappearing and fading into the same whiskey flavor you had been addicted to.

“Mieczysław,” you whispered, gasping as his thrusts got faster, whining as his hand pushed down to circle against your clit torturously before his other hand gripped your thigh, digging his nails so deep into your skin he drew blood. “F-Fuck!”

He groaned as he pushed his fingertips against your skin, covering them with that crimson liquid before pushing them into his mouth and slamming into you one last time to cum inside of you, the gushing of his cum making you cum from the almost inflation like feeling. It didn’t take you long to push him over, though, staring at his already healed forearm. You smiled as you began to roll your hips, desperate as his tip kissed your cervix, pushing deeper and deeper at this new angle as you moaned loudly, holding his chest and staring down at the mark with your own initials on his skin.

It fueled your movements, staring down at the cum smearing along his pelvis, whimpering as you bounced on his length. “Please, please, fuck!”

“You need my help, don’t you?” He teased, lifting his hips to roll into you at the same time you pushed down, your eyes rolling back as he pushed even deeper inside of you - something you truly didn’t think could happen. “Right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” You pleaded, gasping as he forced his hips up into you, thrusting over and over again at the same speed you were bouncing on his cock with even more force than you could ever imagine. You were so lost in pleasure, his warm hands holding your hips as you tried to stay sitting up, your body finally registering the fresh human blood in your veins. It had been a while since you had anything other than bagged blood or animal blood, and as a result, your high was gone and inevitably coming down until he slammed his hips up into you, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach snapped and a loud moan of his name - his real name - left your mouth.

He groaned underneath you, his cum gushing out of your cunt as you slowly got off, staring at his still hard cock. You giggle, smiling as you pumped his cock and licked the cum sliding down his shaft, groaning as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You kept it in your mouth, moaning loudly as you bobbed your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and staring at his face.

You didn’t register his human features, not anymore, his blood pumping and his lungs filling with air or exhaling air, only the fact that the cum on his cock tasted so fucking delicious and your fingers cupping and squeezing his balls which made his hips buck and you pull back to feel his cum flood your mouth. You groaned, sucking on his pretty tip and your hand fisting his cock, swallowing the salty liquid before pulling away.

Your mind was full of lust as you slowly crawled up his body, his hands immediately catching your hips as you hovered over his face. His eyes were hazy with lust as you grinned down at him. "You're such a good boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

He groaned loudly as you slowly released your weight, holding the sides of his head as his hands hold your thighs, your hips rolling into his mouth as his tongue pushed into your cunt, basically pulling all of the cum from your pussy, your eyes rolling back as one of his hands pushed between your thighs and straight into your cunt.

His flexing fingers guided the rolls of your hips, moans falling from your lips as you attempted to cover your mouth before a finger pressed to your clit and his teeth grazed your pussy. You whined loudly, your stomach twisting as you attempted to chase that high, his fingers pushing into you to press against that place that made your stomach go tight and your eyes roll back, curses falling from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Mieczysław!”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you shiver as he slowly lifted you from his face and push you down so you sat on his cock. He slowly pushed into you, a shiver going down your back as he held your face, pulling you up for a firm kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mieczysław,” you whisper back, smiling as his lips quirked up into a smile of his own, sighing heavily. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great,” he smiled, shrugging. “Really horny.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can keep going,” you whisper, smiling as you lay against his warm chest. “Just… let me lay here in your warmth for a minute.”

“Will you miss it?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “M-My warmth.”

You inhale deeply, nodding as your hand rubbed against his chest where his heart was, the beating already slowing down. “Yeah, I will,” you shrug though, giggling. “But we’re the first of our kind, my love. I’m hoping you’ll keep it.”

“Then I do too.”

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Fresh Air (Dylan O'Brien)

Author's Notes: Thank you all for the love, support and patience you've shown me while I've been on a hiatus. You voted for Dylan to be my first story back, and I hope this does not disappoint.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, references to drug use, sexual references - sexual innuendos (*established relationship - unprotected sex, semi public sex, pet names, fingers, lots of kisses!)

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The colour she had painted her lips was beyond distracting. It was the same colour she had worn the very first night they ever kissed, and it wasn't lost on him. He was way more observant than she gave him credit for. Soft, glossy, pink and with a few sparkles. It drove him wild making him think about her lips all over his, messy and frantic as they kissed in the front seat of his Audi.

Dylan licked his lips subconsciously to satisfy his need to kiss her. The alcohol flooded his head and swam in his veins as he flicked his cigarette into the street then walked over to her.

"Young lady, you have two options. Another drink and a dance or I take you home." Dylan muttered with a little nip to her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Why would I want to go home?" She questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned in his arms to face him.

"Sweetie." Dylan growled with a curl of his upper lip as he slid his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

She raised her eyebrows as she realized what he meant, his hands squeezing her backside and pulling her close. She tossed an arm around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him shiver.

"I'll let you take me home, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her forehead to his, rubbing their noses together.

"Your lips look so pretty tonight, sweetie." Dylan muttered as he reached a hand up to thumb at her bottom lip gently, doing his best to not smudge her paint.

"Thank you." She smiled as she pressed her lips to the pad of his thumb.

They got home, but didn't make it inside. Dylan was sober enough to drive, but not enough to control his urge to kiss her like a teenager left to his own devices. He parked the car and grabbed her hips, tugging her over the console and into his lap.

"Baby!" She laughed as he bit her chin and along her neck, his hands filled with her backside as he pulled her close.

"You're so fucking pretty." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck before he sunk his teeth into her skin, making her gasp. He pushed his hands up the back of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin beneath his palms.

"What did you drink tonight, baby?" She hummed as she pushed her hands into his hair while she rolled her hips on top of his, letting him nibble on her neck and collarbone.

"Just like, two beers. Did smoke a bit, though. Shared a blunt with the guys." Dylan grumbled as he licked her skin where he had bit her while his thumbs flicked her bra clasp.

"Blunts make you a big baby." She smiled, letting him unhook her bra beneath her shirt and fill his hands with her breasts.

"Didn't always. Now I smoke them and it makes me think of you, and us. Getting high together and touching, having sex. You're so cute and soft. Just fucking love you." Dylan muttered as he thumbed her nipples.

"Liar. First time we smoked together you were all over me. Touching, snuggling and kissing. And we hadn't even gone out on an official date yet. You were nothing but hands, O'Brien." She teased with a tug of his hair.

"You make me feel needy. Can't help it." Dylan breathed out as he removed his teeth from her neck and rested his head back on the seat rest.

"It's not a bad thing. It's just funny how you were so respectful to me when I came over that night, and then the minute we lit up you had your hands on some part of my body. I liked it." She smiled breathlessly as he ran his fingertips through the waistband of her jeans toward the button.

"Yeah? What else did you like about that night?" He hummed as he aimlessly toyed with the button of her jeans, never opening them.

"The way you looked at me, how you said my name then started calling me sweetie. When you played with my hair, and wrapped us in that blanket. Then when you kissed me." She breathed out, squirming around on top of him from the tension between them. But she was confined between him, and the steering wheel, Dylan had all the control just how he liked it.

"I remember all of that, too. It was nice. You pulled my hair and called me baby when we were kissing. I was done for, and I think that's when it probably started. The whole, blunts make Dylan a big baby thing. Makes me think of that." Dylan smirked as he flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"Should we go in the house, baby?" She whispered as she pressed her fingertips to his neck, lips brushing over his while he reached a hand inside her jeans.

"Nope."

Dylan watched her eyes flutter shut as he pulled her panties to the side and brushed his fingertips through her folds. He hummed softly as he felt her drip, circling her clit and watching her chew on her bottom lip.

"In..oh...in the Audi?" She panted as he rolled her clit with his thumb and pressed at her entrance gently with the tip of his middle finger.

"Only if you want to." Dylan mumbled with a kiss to her chin as he eased his finger inside of her.

"Big needy baby." She breathed out with a pull of his hair, dropping her forehead to his.

"For you." Dylan smirked with a little twist of his finger inside of her, making her whimper and pout her lips against his.

Dylan has vowed to himself, and silently to her that he would be respectful. Not get too hands on despite how much he liked her and would have enjoyed seeing what was beneath her clothes. Slow, and respectful. He could do that.

"Stop. Stop. This is painful to watch." Dylan laughed as he watched the object of his affection attempt to roll their blunt for the evening. She said she could never do it, so he told her to try. And try she did.

"My fingers don't work this way!" She giggled as she held the paper haphazardly rolled with weed.

"Give this to me. I'll help you, sweetie." He grinned as he gently took the paper from her and easily rolled it between the tips of his fingers. He felt her watching him as he licked the paper, sealing the edges and twisting the top. He handed it back to her with a smile - all done.

"You're good at that." She whispered, face warm from watching his fingers and the new nickname he had given her. He only ever called her by her first name, respectfully so.

"Had a bit of practice." Dylan laughed softly with a nervous rub to the back of his neck.

The smoke filled the back patio beneath the large tree, the two of them inching closer and closer as the blunt ashed down. By the time it was done, she was curled into his side underneath his arm as they chatted happily.

"Cold?" Dylan muttered as he traced his fingertips over her arm, shivers beneath him as he went.

"A little." She nodded as she shifted closer to him.

Dylan reached behind them and grabbed a blanket pulling it over their legs and chest. He thumbed at her chin, smiling at her hazy eyes and relaxed face.

"Better?" He whispered as he eyed her lips, the pretty glossy paint a little smudged from the blunt paper but still incredibly enticing. He found himself playing with the ends of her hair, twisting the soft, smooth tresses around his fingers aimlessly.

"Yeah. Nice and warm now." She nodded with a smile, her own hand reaching out to touch his facial hair.

"Good. Your hair is so soft, really shiny." Dylan muttered as he continued to twirl her hair around his fingers, exhaling heavily through his nostrils at the feeling of her fingers on his face.

"Thank you. I like your beard." She smiled as she thumbed his chin.

"Thanks, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, letting her touch his face.

"You smell really good, and you're warm." She breathed out as she shifted closer to him beneath the blanket.

Dylan uttered a, come here and took hold of her hips to pull her onto his lap. He placed his hands on her thighs, feeling her soft skin beneath his palms. He moaned softly as she leaned forward and gently scratched his facial hair along his jawline.

"Feels good." He mumbled as he moved his hands along her thighs, and took hold of her backside over her shorts.

"Your hands feel nice, too."

Dylan shivered, feeling tingles in his scalp and down his spine at her soft omission. He gripped her backside a little firmer, fingertips digging into her flesh over her shorts to pull her closer. He leaned in just a little, closing the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers for the very first time. Dylan worked his fingers into her hair as they kissed, her fingertips pressed to his jawline as she whimpered into his mouth making him feel wild for her.

"Dylan." She whispered against his lips as she moved her hands to the back of his neck.

"Sweetie " Dylan grumbled as he pushed his own hands up the back of her shirt. He kissed the corners of her mouth as his thumbs caressed her back, loving how she curled her body into his.

"Kiss me again." She begged softly as she pressed her forehead to his.

Dylan did as requested of him, kissing her lips and slowly slipped his tongue in her mouth while he kept a hand on her back inside of her shirt. His moan matched hers as his tongue explored her mouth, their hands all over each other. He slid his hands into the back pockets of her shorts and grabbed her backside, pulling her even closer to him.

"Watch your hips." Dylan muttered into their kiss, his hands gripping her sides to cease her back and forth movement. It wasn't that he didn't like it, he did.

"M'sorry." She blushed as she pulled away from him slightly, chewing her bottom lip.

"No, no. It's not like that. It's just that I promised myself I would take it slower with you. And these hips are making it a little difficult. It's not that I don't like it. I do." Dylan muttered as he eased them down to the outdoor couch, positioning himself between her legs as he thumbed her chin and reclaimed dominance.

"Why slow? And why me?" She questioned as she pulled at the small gold chain around his neck.

"Because I like you, a lot. And sometimes I have a tendency to take this fast and not ruin it with sex, but get there too quick without a foundation." Dylan explained with a soft sigh, looking over her pretty face.

"I'm just happy to have you kiss me, and be close to me." She breathed out as she pulled her nails gently down his chest, making him smile.

She had coaxed Dylan out of the Audi, and got him back into the house. He didn't make it passed the foyer, though. His shirt off, and pants around his ankles.

"C'mon, sweetie." Dylan groaned as he palmed himself over his boxers, pinning his half naked girlfriend to the table at the front door. Her shorts were long since discarded into the backseat of his car, her bra undone under her shirt.

"Baby." She hummed as he pulled off her shirt then slid her bra off her arms, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from either elbow back up to between her breasts and her neck.

"Bed is too far." Dylan grumbled into her neck as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up onto the small table then wrestled her panties down her legs. He dropped his boxers to his ankles as he kissed up to the sweet spot beneath her ear, breathing a smile as she sunk her nails into his back.

"I don't trust this table, Dylan."

"Trust me though, right?" Dylan muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers and dropped his eyes down to watch himself touch her entrance with his tip. A groan rattled around in his chest as he soaked himself in her, teasing them both as he waited for her go ahead.

"With my life." She nodded as she rested her head back against the wall.

"I've got you. Won't let you fall." Dylan exhaled as he eased inside of her, taking hold of her thighs as he settled inside of his love. His lips made their way to hers for a messy kiss as he bottomed out, her walls sucking him in.

"Baby." She moaned out loud with a deep scratch to his back.

"I know." Dylan cooed. He pulled his hips back then snapped them forward, the small table rocking beneath them as he picked up his pace. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his fingertips pressing into her thighs.

"I love you, Dylan." She breathed out against his temple. After the night he had, after the smoke in his lungs altering his consciousness and the tension between them he couldn't help himself. He sealed his lips to her shoulder and with a firm thrust finished inside of her, thankful to feel her nails pull down his back as she fell with him.

"I love you, too."

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Dylan O'Brien Masterlist - OBRIENGF

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Fic Recs for Dylan O'Brien ♡

Fics :

REUNITED, AND IT FEELS SO GOOD

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Blurbs :

NOT SO HEALTHY

GAZE

NECK / WAIST

URGENT

AIRPORT

ADJUST

ESCORT

REVEALING YOUR PREGNANCY

FAKE NEWS

FAKE NEWS PT. 2 ***

4 CARAT MISERY

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“DO YOU TOUCH YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK OF ME?” ***

"I'VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS..."

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Maybe I am - D.O ~

summary: Dylan accompanies Y/N to her high school reunion.

pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1,461

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"Y/N you can't just not go to your high school reunion, it's been 5 years what about all the friends you had that you miss?" Dylan asks as he's laid down on the couch in Y/N 's trailer in between shoots. Even though he's not looking at her he can tell she's glaring at him considering they'd been best friends since the start of the show in 2011. As he turns his body to sit up Y/N remained to glare at him with one eyebrow raised.

"I can not go to a high school reunion." She says shaking her head and looking back at her computer trying to ignore the nagging Dylan who is judging her from a distance.

"Why not? You're in a TV show and I'm your best friend so you're clearly going to rock it." The more Dylan nags the more Y/N realizes she could go but at the same, she would probably rather die than see anyone she went to school with.

"No, you don't understand I wasn't popular, in the slightest. I was the weird loner who wore superhero shirts every day and was part of the drama club and always swore she was going to be an actress. Stereotypical weirdo loner. Not like cute season 1 Stiles where the popular girl doesn't notice me but is still cute. The people at my school were the worst and that will not have changed." Y/N says laughing as she finishes her mini-rant. As she stops ranting she looks up at Dylan who is still smirking at the fact she called him cute. As soon as Y/N realized why Dylan was smirking she grabbed the pillow that she was resting on and threw it at his face hitting him in his nose.

"I'll go if you go," Y/N announces shocking Dylan with her proposal. Although he's taken aback by the ask he's also glad that out of everyone she wants him to be there.

"I didn't go to that high school wh-"

"Just pretend to be my date," Y/N asks with a smile which makes Dylan laugh at the sight off. He knows he's gonna say yes because why not meet some of her old friends? If she had any?

2 days had passed and Y/N was currently stood in her old bedroom in front of a full-length mirror as she slightly shakes with anxiety at the thought of being back in her old school again. The dress she wore she kept from one of the parties Holland had dragged her too so obviously the dress was fabulous. The invitation didn't really state HOW to dress but Y/N remembers the people she used to be in school with so she chose a black, off the shoulder, a thigh-high dress that stuck to all of her curves. The black 4" ankles boots complimented the figure and made her legs look slimmer and she put the final touches of her hair and makeup together.

The closer the time got to need to be there the weaker her legs felt, although Hollywood is scary nothing will ever compare to high school, and being back there makes her so afraid. As she finally walked into the living room everyone stopped to stare. Her mom looked at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. Her father just looked at his little girl adoringly knowing how afraid she was. Dylan couldn't do anything but smile, he's seen her at premieres and red carpets but he always had the same reaction. It was like he was seeing her for the first time every time and he was happy that she was his best friend.

"Okay, can we just leave now I'm starting to freak out?" Y/N laughs with her voice shaking. Dylan just mutters a yeah sure and stands up leaving the door open for Y/N.

"I'll have her back by 10, Miss (L/N)!" Dylan yells out from the car.

"Dylan you've known me for 5 years call me (Mom's name)!" Your mom yells back laughing at his reply.

The closer they got to the high school the more people Y/N started to recognize. As she rubs her hands together there are no words to describe her fears right now. Pulling into the parking lot made everything a lot worse more than she could describe. All Dylan did was hold her hand and give it a quick squeeze before stepping out of the car and walking around to Y/N's side to let her out of the car, or help her out he should say.

The pair just walked in silence inside the school but Dylan kept his hand intertwined with Y/N considering he had no idea where to actually go. He also couldn't deny that he loved holding hands with Y/N whether it was on or offset. The streamers lined the hallway and there were already people dotting the hallways next to what Dylan assumed to be their old lockers. They noticed Y/N and Dylan hand in hand and some stopped to even see if they knew who she was because they couldn't recognize her at first glance.

The hallway made it so much more surreal as there was a table full of pins with all the names on and sat at the table was the valedictorian smiling brightly.

"Hi, how can I help you today?!" She gleamed as Y/N just quietly searched through the names. She picked up the one with her name on it and just showed it to the girl while smiling.

"Oh my god Y/N! I thought you were in LA, I didn't expect you to answer my email!" She says standing up and hugging a shocked Y/N.

"Thank Emily I'm here so… I'm gonna get a drink. This is my plus one, his name is Dylan." Y/N says rather quietly before just walking away leaving Dylan to get his own name tag. As she stood with her back to the hall she just drank away at the punch hoping that someone somewhere had spiked the punch. Luckily enough someone had and she could tell. However, she was not drunk enough for what was about to happen. She turned around to see Dylan talking to some of the old jocks in her year, knowing that the Mets were a big supported team in this high school. Hearing him laugh made her smile widely looking at how happy he looks all dressed up. Then the moment arrived where she wished she'd been more intoxicated

"Y/N?" A male voice spoke behind her. As she slowly spun around recognizing the voice from behind her. She came face to face with her ex (Ex's name/ or crush). Trying to smile like she was happy to see him her entire body went stiff when he hugged her. However, she quickly loosened up when she did not react, no butterflies. Nothing.

"I'm happy to see you, it's been 5 years. How're you doing?" He asks smiling. There was never anything bad you could say about him because he always cared for Y/N. First love, kindest teenager ever. Even understood when she broke up with him before she left for Teen wolf.

"I'm great (Ex). I'm really glad to see you, you're doing well." Y/N smiles now knowing she's okay to talk without any awkward feelings in the way.

"Well it's been 5 years, I've now got a girlfriend who is actually here talking to…. the person you walked in with actually." He smiles. Y/N turned around to see Dylan talking to a lovely short blonde woman who is staring at (ex) with loving eyes as she's talking.

"Yeah that's Dylan, he's my costar on Teen Wolf, I've known him for 5 years now." Y/N smiles while looking off at Dylan who catches her eye and smiles at her from a distance.

"And you're in love with him." (Ex) chuckles while Y/N's head snaps back to his direction with wide eyes, "Don't try and deny you at least like him I can tell."

"How can you tell I've been talking to you for less than 5 minutes." Y/N seems almost defensive knowing that he's right no matter how much she says he's not.

"Because of the way you look at him, even from across the room. It was the way you used to look at me." (Ex) says not condescending but more as he cares for Y/N still, which he does. Y/N doesn't know what to say so she just looks towards Dylan as he's smiling and laughing. Dylan looks towards Y/N one more time and catches her looking at him and he smiles back at her waving slightly. The moment passed and Y/N finally realized he was telling the truth.

"Yeah… Maybe I am."

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rosewritestuff · 2 months

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Dylan O'Brien gets pulled over, and he's willing to do anything to get out of a ticket. Lady cop handcuffs him, bends him over the back of the car with his underwear and pants at his ankles, and fucks him with a dildo, which he enjoys. please thanx

Dylan O'Brien x Reader; dom!reader, bottom!dylan o'brien, dubcon, dildo use, anal play, dildo in ass,

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You turned on your lights and siren as a car blew past you in the dark. You were stationed on a long stretch of road, miles from anything else, waiting for people like this. They pulled over and you got out, walking up to the car and tapping on the window, shining your flashlight through it.

“Do you know how fast you were going sir?” you asked as they rolled the window down, eyes scrunched up tight against the brightness of your flashlight. You lowered it a bit, able to make out dark hair, dark eyes, and a wide grin.

“Fast enough to catch your interest, sweetheart,” the man said, looking you up and down, and you felt a grin spreading across your own face, wide and predatorial. His smile dimmed, but he tried to recover, saying, “I’m Dylan, what’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Doesn’t matter what my name is, you call me Officer. Dylan, was it? Well, Dylan, you were going far above the limit, but I think we can work something out, if you’re so inclined,” you intoned delicately, Dylan staring up at you with wide eyes, nodding desperately.

“Anything- I’ll do anything, I can’t get another ticket, I’m on- I just can’t. So, please. Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” Dylan begged, and you smirked, stepping back from the car.

“Out of the car, against the trunk, hands behind your back,” you ordered, and Dylan looked confused, but did as you said, protesting the whole time.

“But- Officer, you said- I just said- please. I mean it, anything,” Dylan repeated.

You walked up behind him, slipping your pair of cuffs on his wrists, tightening them as you pressed up against his back, whispering in his ear. “I’m not arresting you Dylan, I’m having some fun with you. You did say anything, and I’m going to have fun with that.”

You put your hands on Dylan’s back and pushed him down onto the trunk of the car, his ass sticking out enticingly. You couldn’t help but squeeze it once, before backing away. “Stay there, and don’t move. I have to grab supplies from my car, and if you’re not in the same place, this is gonna go a whole lot differently than I have planned, understand?”

Dylan nodded quickly, pressing his forehead to the metal of the trunk, waiting for you. You turned around and walked out of the glow of your headlights to the backseat, grabbing lube and a dildo, along with a pair of gloves, before going back to the front of the car.

You pulled on the gloves then stepped up behind Dylan again, carefully placing the items in his hands, making sure he could get a feel for them. “You know what these are, Dylan?”

“Yes Officer- it’s a dildo and I hope lube.”

You laughed and reached around in front of him, undoing his jeans. “Very good Dylan. I assume you know what I’ll be using them for,” you said as you pulled his jeans and briefs down to his ankles.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah I know,” he swore, and you took back the lube, putting some on your gloved fingers, spreading it to warm it up. “This isn’t my first rodeo Officer, you don’t have to treat me like a delicate flower.”

You rolled your eyes at him, rubbing his hole before slipping two fingers inside him. He inhaled sharply, hands squeezing the dildo tightly then relaxing. “It’s not ‘being delicate’ to be kind,” you said sharply, wiggling your fingers inside him before pulling them out and adding more lube.

“Yes Officer!” Dylan cried as you plunged your fingers back into his asshole, spreading them out and adding a third, rubbing at his walls until his thighs were shaking. “I’m ready Officer, I’m ready!”

You pulled your fingers free, taking the dildo from Dylan and coating it with lube, pressing the tip to his entrance. Dylan tilted his hips back, pushing until the tip slipped inside him, a moan escaping him.

“There we go, taking it like a champ, aren’t you Dylan?” you commented as you pressed the dildo further into him, halfway, then pulling it back out to the tip, listening to Dylan’s desperate cries.

“Please Officer! No, don’t stop, I won’t ever speed again, I’ll- I’ll, I’ll follow all the road rules alwayssss!” Dylan hissed as you thrust the dildo inside him, his hole swallowing it up until the flared base was against his ass.

“Very good, Dylan! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” you praised, fucking the dildo in and out of his hole quickly, angling it and knowing you were hitting his prostate when he jumped, hands clenching into fists.

His cheek was pressed to the trunk, heating up the metal with his breath and sweat. You could see his dick heavy between his legs, ready to burst any second.

“Are you going to come for me, Dylan? Gonna come for your Officer? Come all over your fast, fast car? Do it, come on, that’s it!” you cheered as he came, spilling over the bumper of his car and the road below him. You kept moving the dildo, until he was whimpering, up on his toes trying to get away from the sensations.

“Please! I can’t, no more,” he pleaded, and you relented, pulling the dildo free from his slightly gaping hole. He was panting, fogging up the metal of the trunk, as you took your gloves off, pulled his pants up, and patted him on the ass once.

“You can stand up now, Dylan,” you murmured in his ear, as you undid the cuffs from around his wrists. He took a minute, then stood, rolling out his wrists and shoulders, before turning to you and smirking.

“Well, thanks for the ride Officer, but I’ve got somewhere to be. I trust this whole ‘ticket’ is taken care of?”

You laughed, waving him off, saying, “What ticket?” He grinned and saluted you, getting into his car, gingerly you noted, with a grin. You got back into your car as he took off, following rules of the road.

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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Can you write a fluff imagine for Dylan . Where Dylan is dating younger than him . so y/n is turning 21 and she doesn’t want to make a big deal about her birthday and she told Dylan she doesn’t want anything she just wanted to have a simple dinner but of course he didn’t list to her and did a surprise birthday party for her and brought her family from overseas because she haven’t seen them in 3 years she would cry and you do the rest .

Description: Dylan surprises his girlfriend with a surprise party for her birthday despite the reader just wanting something simple.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, age gap (9 years) Dylan is 30 and the reader is 21

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view, F/F = Favourite flavour

Word Count: 1,116

First Person's POV

Honestly, I didn't really like all the attention on my birthday, it was coming up in about a week and I kept telling Dylan that I didn't want anything fancy and just wanted something simple. Like dinner at my favourite restaurant and maybe a movie seeing as there were things showing that I wanted to see.

I came home from work, happy to see Dylan and just wanting to relax from my day. Dylan greeted me at the door, placing a kiss on my forehead and wrapping me up tightly in his arms. I giggled at the affection, hugging him back and planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" He questioned, staring at me with adoration and with infinite love.

"Boring, there weren't many people showing up, so I was just standing around all day." Dylan hummed in response, he kissed my cheek and then picked me up. Setting me down on the couch, he rested my feet on his lap and threw my shoes off to give me a foot massage.

"So, for your birthday... are you sure you don't want to do anything? It's your birthday! You're my girl and we should do something special." I smiled at Dylan's persistent concern but I didn't really want to do anything but go out.

"I'm sure, babe, I don't really want to do anything extravagant. I love you, thanks for the thought though." Dylan nodded, kissed my cheek and we just spoke about each other's day.

One Week Later

It was finally my birthday, I was looking forward to just going out to dinner with Dylan and doing cute coupley stuff for the evening. I came home, showered and fancied myself up for the evening. America definitely was different to where I grew up, obviously similar but still very different to what I knew about.

Dylan had his hand on my knee as he drove me to the restaurant, he had a playlist of all my favourite songs playing through the stereo and even though he didn't like some of them he still sang along with me. When we made it to the parking lot, Dylan, being the gentleman that he is, opened the door for me and took my hand, leading me into the building.

I furrowed my eyebrows as we walked past the little stand for getting a table. Dylan gently pushed me in front of him, guiding me to a door and he knocked a couple of times before it was pulled slightly open. I turned to Dylan with a confused gaze, humming slightly as he guided me into the room. It was dark, there were no noises and Dylan was acting suspiciously.

I jumped into Dylan's chest as a chorus of 'surprise' reached my ears, The lights flashed on, and a gasp escaped my lips as I realised what this was. Dylan booked a private room, decorated with all my favourite decor items and colour schemes. I saw my family all littered throughout the room, large smiles on their face, I ran up to them hugging them all and trying to refuse the tears from coming from my eyes. Not wanting to turn the special occasion into a really bad scenario.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered excitedly to my parents, still in ecstasy over the idea of seeing them here on my birthday. They both pointed to Dylan he was greeting and thanking my friends and family members. I blushed, knowing that I was lucky with him and that Dylan spoilt me rotten. I walked over to him, hugging him tightly and kissing his lips. He hummed winking at me and letting me know that there was more to the surprise.

Everyone sat around the obnoxiously large table, eating meals and giving me cards and presents. The attention was a little overwhelming but I did like that Dylan didn't listen and brought my family all the way from overseas.

I leaned over to Dylan, who was sitting next to me, he was holding my hand under the table and making silly faces and jokes with my younger cousins who stared around the room like it was filled with candy. Dylan turned to me, a bright smile on his lips, I hummed softly and gleamed at him.

"Thank you, this means a lot, I love you, Dylan."

"Of course, I love you and I wanted today to be perfect for you." He whispered, making me giggle as he made a goofy face as I blushed and continued to thank him.

Dylan got everyone's attention after dinner was over, he stood up at the table, and everyone held onto their glass as Dylan gave a toast.

"Before the cake comes out, I just want to wish Y/N a happy birthday. You are the light of my world and I hope that tonight has been better than what you could hope for. I love you, sweetheart, know that when it comes to special days like this. I will go all out, I will make sure that you are spoilt rotten and that you have a great time. I love you, sweetheart." Everyone raised their glasses, cheered my name and sipped on their drink. Dylan brought out a very large cake, it could've been a wedding cake. Obviously wasn't but I loved the fact that there were little details on it that Dylan knew I liked about cake.

The cake had been cut and split around the table, I was given the biggest slice and it had the most icing. I loved icing, I loved sugar and by the end of it I managed to get some on my nose and chin. Dylan chuckled once he saw me, he cleaned my face and then started dancing around with the kids as the music started playing. I danced with my parents, enjoying time with my family. Still getting over the fact that Dylan brought my family over all the way from where I grew up.

My younger cousins, dragged me over to Dylan, forcing me to dance with him and chanting 'kiss him' until I did or their parents scolded them, leaving them alone. As I was dancing with him, I felt tears welling in my eyes and I hugged him tightly.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He whispered, kissing the top of my head, I sniffled with a sad smile and stare at him lovingly.

"You're just so sweet! You brought my, entire family, over! You put this whole thing together, you didn't have to but you did. I love you!" I blurted out, continuing to hold him tightly and giggling once I heard his breathy chuckle.

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fakesocialmediaa · 2 years

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Itsmey/n

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Itsmey/n My forever ❤️ @Dylan O'Brien

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DylanO'Brien I can't wait to start this part of my life with you @Itsmey/n

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Itsmey/n Life's been pretty great lately ❤️ @Dylan O'Brien

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Request: hi i wanted to ask if you could do a dylan o’brien one where y/n is black and he’s pregnant and they’re announcing it

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 2 years

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Beaches and Bonfires

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (ungendered) Synopsis: This ficlet was written as a part of my 1000 Follower Celebration and arguably took me WAY too long, but I really hope that @mychemicalsleep likes it :) They asked for soft, fluffy bonfire cuteness. Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Teasing, Kissing, PDA Rating: General/Teen Author’s Note: I don't have a whole lot more to add, but this is cute and features brief mentions of his IRL friends and TONY! I know how we all like the Tony O'Brien content ;)

The sand was warm between your toes above the tideline as you watched Dylan splash through the shallow flood of the waves that washed over the beach with Tony. The sun hung low over the horizon, vibrant pink as it set into the sea. You’d spent most of the afternoon playing in the water with them, sitting under the shade of a well-placed umbrella after soaking in the California sun long enough to know that tomorrow you’d be sporting more than just a healthy glow.

You two were meeting friends in the evening for a bonfire, and Dylan had suggested that you head to the shore a little early. It had been too long since the two had taken time away from it all. Phone screens had been locked all day, tucked into one of his shoes and hidden under a towel, forgotten and unnecessary.

“Babe! Come on!” Dylan waved you toward them as Tony jumped up at his knees. Dylan was back peddling away from him, cooing at him in that adorable way any proud father would.

You smiled and followed them until Tony noticed your footfalls and spun around to run toward you. He lept at you, pawing at your thighs until you picked him up. He was wet and sandy in your arms as he lapped at your chin, panting and excited.

“Hey, boy,” Dylan said, walking toward you, flipping his hat around until it sat backward on his head. “That’s my job.” He smirked at you as he reached out to cup your shoulders before he leaned in close to kiss you.

His lips were soft, and the hint of salty seaspray on his skin only made the kiss even more intoxicating. His hand roamed up to the side of your throat, his fingers toying a bit with the damp, wavy ends of your hair. When you finally felt his lips slip from yours, the admiration and love for you were clear in his gaze, even through the tint of his sunglasses.

“We should head over,” he said before he pinned his lip between his teeth for a moment, his gaze shifting to your lips.

“Mmm,” you hummed, setting Tony back in the sand before you stood in front of him again. “Probably…” you agreed, stepping into his space and looping your arm around his waist, enjoying the way the heat of his skin felt on yours before your hand slid down his back until you had his ass in the palm of your hand.

“Oh ho!” he laughed, brushing your hair back from your shoulder, a wide smirk on his lips. “Other plans, huh?” he asked, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“What are the exact parameters of ‘fashionably late’?” you teased, squeezing your hand.

He winced, a playful smile baring his teeth for a moment before he spoke. “You mean before it’s ‘those assholes are late’?”

“Mmm,” you nodded, your gaze fixed on his mesmerizing mouth.

“Well…” he said, craning his neck back a bit as he knitted his hands together at your low back as you hooked your fingers into the pockets of his shorts. “Sarah said sunset…” he turned his head, looking out over the water at the tiny sliver of the sun that hadn’t yet tucked itself behind the waves.

You slumped a bit in his arms. “Fine…” you whined.

He chuckled a bit before Tony let out a little bark at his heel. “Alright, little man! We’re goin’...” Dylan kissed your forehead and let you out of his hold before he took your hand in his.

You gathered up your things from the beach and took them to the car. The two of you made the short drive down the road along the coast until you saw a small streak of smoke rising from the sand. Several cars were parked in the small dirt lot in the little seaside treasure you and your friends had named ‘The Hideaway’. It was tucked into a smaller cove near the larger, more well-known beach where you’d spent the day. There was a narrow sand beach, tall grass, and wildflowers, and just down the bank, surrounded by large pieces of gathered driftwood, a smoldering campfire rippled the air above it.

“Hey!” Sarah called as the two of you climbed down over the rocks to the beach, Dylan carrying Tony in his arms.

“Hey!” he said, smiling as he set Tony down in the sand, letting him rush to Sarah.

“Hey, Tony!” she said, squatting down to pet the excited pup. “So glad you guys could come tonight!” She smiled at you, leaning around Tony, who was lapping at her cheeks.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said.

“Fine with being late though…” Dylan said under his breath before you elbowed him and he slid his sunglasses down his nose to smirk at you.

“Smells awesome! What’s roasting?” Dylan asked, taking your hand and walking toward the rest of your friends.

“Matt’s got some sausages going, and I think there might be a few potatoes baking in there somewhere.” She smiled, watching Dylan, who was practically drooling. “Hungry?”

“You could say that…” he replied, walking up to pat Matt on the shoulder and pull him into a quick hug. The two of them started to chat, and you turned to Sarah.

“He may have claimed he was ready to eat the headrest in the car on the way over here.”

She laughed and then gave you a solid hug. “I brought enough food to feed a small army, so your upholstery should be safe.”

You spent the next couple of hours eating and chatting, laughing and sharing stories before you split off into smaller groups. Sheela and Olivia were dancing in the sand near the fire, recording a TikTok with Sam's help. Matt and Logan were talking with Anna and Sarah, and the two of you had made your way to a blanket spread out on the sand under the stars.

Dylan sat propped up on an elbow, his legs stretched out in front of him, turned facing you. Tony was curled up behind his knees sleeping. Dylan rubbed his hand over his stomach.

“Full?” you asked, smiling up at him. You were lying on your back with his folded sweatshirt tucked under your head.

He nodded, puffing out his cheeks. “Stuffed.”

You laughed softly, admiring his features before the night sky behind him caught your eye. The stars were actually visible this far from the city, even brighter on this moonless night, and they sprayed across the inky black. You folded a hand behind your head and enjoyed the view.

“Beautiful…” Dylan said quietly.

“Aren’t they?” you said, tilting your head back to see more of the Milky Way’s mist.

“I wasn’t talking about the stars…” he whispered, reaching out to tuck an errant hair behind your ear.

You turned your attention back to him, to the soft smile on his face, to the way his eyes glinted in the flicker of the firelight.

He leaned in closer and cupped your cheek in his hand, his eyes fluttering shut when his nose brushed against yours. His lips met yours, soft and slow, but he liked kissing and he was rarely satisfied with just a peck. Kisses weren’t something he rushed. They were never perfunctory. He kissed with purpose.

You softened under his touch every time. It was like he was dosing you with a muscle relaxant. Tension eased from your shoulders and you were pliant in his hold. His smooth lips and respectful but rather insistent tongue never struggled to get what they wanted, because you wanted it too.

He leaned over you, looming above you before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tight to his chest deepening your kiss. The satisfied sound of a reverently exhaled breath into your mouth had you whimpering against his lips.

You slipped your hand under his loose-fitting tee and palmed the heat of his back, feeling his muscles tense under your fingertips when you dragged at his skin with your nails.

A few wolf whistles preceded a call out from Sam, “holy PDA! Damn!”

Your cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment. You two had lost yourself in one another, so easy to forget you weren’t alone when you’re under the influence of the other. You felt Dylan smile against your lips before he pulled back and looked behind you at your friends.

“Hey, Lerner?” Dylan asked, his long neck stretched out in front of you looking so irresistible it took all the self-control you had not to latch onto it.

“What’s up?”

He held a finger to his lips and hushed his friend like he was reprimanding a child before he flashed a wink and turned back to you. “Where were we?”

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supernovafics · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

summary: in which a breakup at a coffee shop brings about an unlikely friend, and the potential for something more

warnings: explicit language, slight fluff

word count: 4.3k words

author’s note: part of the folklore series i am currently working on! enjoy<3333

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❝ and if my wishes came true. it would've been you. in my defense, i have none. for never leaving well enough alone. but it would've been fun. if you would've been the one. ❞

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You couldn’t pinpoint exactly how or why, but something in the atmosphere felt different. The feeling had been gnawing at you for a while, ever since you got your drink at Sal’s and sat down in one of the small booths. As you sipped on your hot chocolate, you couldn’t decide if it felt like a good different or a bad one, and that was what worried you.

Ultimately, you decided to push the weird feeling to the side once you saw your boyfriend enter the coffee shop. A smile found its way onto your lips as your hand raised in a small wave to grab his attention and subtly motion him to make his way toward the two-person booth you were occupying near the far end of the cafe, the other spot in the booth obviously being for him.

That small coffee shop known as Sal's had quickly become you and Noah's favorite place. You both started going there pretty frequently ever since your first date, where it rained so heavy after the two of you had finished seeing some random movie, and Sal's seemed like the perfect spot to seek refuge from the downpour since it was the only place on the street that was not crowded. That moment was almost two years ago, and now there you both were two years later, still together and going pretty strong. Or at least that's what you had wholeheartedly believed.

Noah pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and slid into the seat across from you. There was a certain look on his face that made a worried feeling course through your body. You had a strong inkling that the look on Noah's face had something to do with the reason why everything had felt quite different.

"Hey," He breathed out once he was settled in his seat.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, getting straight to the point and trying to find out if something was wrong. You two had been together far too long to walk on eggshells about things.

Noah took a pause before answering; as if trying to really plan out his response to the simple 'yes' or 'no' question. His hesitation told you that whatever his answer was going to be wouldn't be good. "Fuck, this is so much harder than I thought it would be. I'm sorry."

"What's going on?" You asked, even though you were pretty good at reading between the lines and also reading Noah, so you had a strong idea as to what was happening after he stated what he did, but you couldn’t allow yourself to accept it just yet. You wouldn't allow the words "break up" or "it's over" to cross your mind.

"I love you so much, Y/N. So, so much. You're one of the best things that have ever happened to me," Noah said as he went back and forth between looking at you and down at the wooden table.

You didn't let yourself be happy about the words he had just said because you knew that a big 'but' was coming, and the words following it weren't going to be as sweet and nice. You didn't want to be a pessimist about the whole situation, but it was hard not to be when deep down, everything felt as if it was slowly but surely going downhill.

"But," Noah began. There's that damn ‘but,’ you thought. "I think that we should break up."

His words were soft, and he decided to keep his gaze down to the table as he said them instead of looking into your eyes which were already beginning to glisten with tears. However, you quickly bit them back since you didn't want to break down and cry in the middle of Sal's. So, instead, you took a painfully long sip of your hot chocolate, carefully planning out what your response to Noah's statement would be.

But when the drink was placed back down on the table, you still had no idea what to say because the only thing running through your mind on repeat was Noah's past eight words.

"Why?" Was the word that finally fell from your lips and broke the silence that began quickly building between the two.

Noah's voice was quiet as he gave you a simple one-worded answer. "Audrey."

He didn't have to say the last name of the girl for you to know exactly who he was referring to. You knew a handful of Audrey's but also knew for a fact that there was only one that Noah could be talking about his ex-girlfriend.

"I bumped into her a couple of weeks ago, and we talked a little bit," Noah quickly explained. "And ever since then, I just started thinking; thinking about you and me, and how maybe this isn't the right thing anymore."

You nodded along to what he was saying, not knowing what else to do at that moment since there's not really an exact thing to do when the person you love is explaining how they have decided to break up with you.

There was one question running through your mind, but you could not muster up the courage to ask it because you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to hear the answer. However, you did know that if you didn't ask the question, you would regret it later. So, you took a quick breath and let the words, "did you cheat on me with her?" tumble from your lips in a soft, quiet tone that showed just how embarrassed you were by having to ask the question.

Noah quickly began to shake his head. "No, no, I didn't cheat on you. I promise. Me and Audrey only talked that night, nothing else. I would never do that to you."

You let out an internal sigh in relief as you looked at Noah's face and were able to tell that he was being honest. You had absolutely no idea how you would've felt if Noah had said yes.

Don't get too happy, he's still breaking up with you, idiot, your mind harshly reminded you, causing the hurt you were feeling to increase tenfold. It was like that realization had hit you all at once and much harder than it had before.

You could feel yourself start to get struck by every single one of the emotions that you had just bottled up, causing your eyes to well with tears, and this time you didn’t feel like you could successfully bite them back. You desperately needed to get out of that coffee shop before you started sobbing in front of Noah and the other five to ten people that were scattered throughout Sal's.

"But, just know I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry," Noah finished off his statement from before.

"Stop saying that, please," You said, somehow able to find your voice even though it came out somewhat weak. You cleared your throat before finishing off what you had to say with, "I-I need to go. I can't be here anymore."

You then grabbed your denim jacket that lay next to you in the booth and rushed out of Sal's, ignoring the sound of Noah's voice asking you to come back.

When you made it to your car that was parked quite a bit away from the coffee shop since parking had been an absolute nightmare, you slid into the driver's seat and finally let yourself cry, your mind unable to stop thinking about Noah's words; We should break up.

With your past breakups, it hadn’t felt as hard as this did, but you knew it was because you had never felt so deeply about the other two boys you dated as you did with Noah.

You and he had been together for so long that you truly believed you’d be together forever. Now, as you thought about that, you felt so stupid and wanted to scream at yourself for being that naïve.

For a good five minutes, you let out every single thing you felt about the situation out into the open through your soft crying. Until you decided to pull yourself together and calm down, evening out your breaths and wiping away your tears with leftover fast food napkins that you grabbed from your glove compartment. Everything still hurt so fucking much, but you didn't want to cry anymore right then.

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❝ i'm doing good, i'm on some new shit. been saying "yes" instead of "no." i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn't though. ❞

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At first, you ultimately changed your mind and decided not to go. However, once you were in your car and began driving, it was as if your mind was set on going there because before you knew it, your “random drive” was headed in a very specific direction.

It had been almost four months since you had last been to Sal’s, but your brain still subconsciously knew the exact route to take.

You had been to a bunch of new coffee shops during those long four months, seeing if you could find a new regular spot since Sal’s had become tainted by Noah and the fact that he chose that place, out of anywhere else in the world, to break up with you in. For a while, you hated him just for that fact; that he chose your favorite place to dump you. You knew that ruining Sal’s wasn’t his intention, but it still hurt, sometimes even worse than the breakup itself.

Therefore, you became set on discovering a new, and hopefully better, place. Your simple hot chocolate was not the hardest thing to mess up, so it was easy to find a place that met your drink expectations; however, that was not your main concern. A good drink was one thing, but the ambiance was way more important to you. And none of the other coffee shops you had tried out over the past months could come close to the coziness you had always felt when you were at Sal’s.

Maybe it was kismet for you to be there right then because parking had been almost suspiciously too good, and you were able to park on the street right in front of the small coffee shop. When you walked inside, you quickly noticed how empty it was, which did not surprise you that much since it was six in the evening on a random Tuesday.

You took a brief look around the place, and somehow your eyes almost immediately landed on the booth where everything happened; an awkward and almost embarrassed feeling washed over you.

For the most part, you were over Noah, but being so blatantly reminded of the breakup made it harder to stay inside of Sal’s. But, you refused to allow yourself to leave. So, after a middle-aged blonde woman placed her order for a medium oat milk latte, you stepped up to the register to order your hot chocolate, something that you had specifically been craving from there for way too long.

The barista smiled at you. “Hey, you’re finally back.”

A look of surprise briefly flickered across your face before you replaced it with a smile, and you hoped that the barista, who over the years you had come to know as Dylan, did not recognize your momentary shock.

Yes, you had been going to Sal’s for the past two years, but you didn’t frequent there too often, maybe only once a week, so you truly hadn’t expected anyone to take notice of your absence. Of course, you would always easily recognize the employees, but you didn’t expect that to be reciprocated because of how many customers they would get in a typical week or even day.

It felt really nice to be known and remembered, though. The small gesture made you feel like you did make the right decision going there.

“It’s been a weird few months,” You ultimately responded and shrugged, giving the barest minimum of truth.

Dylan nodded understandingly, and you ordered your drink. Once you had it in hand, you found an empty table at the far end of the coffee shop and settled yourself there. You put your headphones in your ears and went to start your “chill music” playlist that you had been curating since college, and it never failed to soothe you.

You took a slow sip of your hot chocolate, which you heavily enjoyed, before pulling out a book from your cream-colored tote bag. You had picked up the book yesterday at a flea market shop that you were surprised was selling books along with kitchenware. The book's cover caught your eye first, but what fully attracted you was the plot and how it was so vastly different from your actual life; a mixture of dystopian and something that could have been pulled straight out of the Stranger Things writer’s room.

Beginning the book wasn’t completely on your radar right then. However, you knew that if you didn’t occupy yourself with something, your thoughts would ultimately wander toward what had happened the last time you were at Sal’s, which would only lead you to start wallowing in self-pity.

Thus, you turned up the sound of your headphones a little bit and opened up to the first page of the hardcover book, allowing yourself to become fully engrossed in it and taking a sip from your hot chocolate every now and again.

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❝ i hit the ground running each night. i hit the sunday matinée. you know the greatest films of all time were never made. ❞

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You didn’t expect time to move quickly, but somehow it did, and you weren’t even the one to notice it. Instead, it was Dylan taking a seat across from you that caused your attention to shift from your book to his face.

His mouth moved, and when you couldn’t hear him, you realized that you still had your headphones in.

You pressed pause on the song you were currently listening to and pulled out both of your headphones. “Sorry?”

“Um, we closed five minutes ago.”

His words surprised you. You quickly looked down at your phone and the time that was displayed on it, which was 9:06 pm.

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” You told him and quickly began packing your things away, haphazardly tossing your headphones, book, and phone into your tote bag.

“It’s fine. We usually warn everyone about closing about ten minutes before, but you looked so into your book, I couldn’t interrupt you,” Dylan responded and then stood up to continue cleaning off tables, which he was doing before he sat down in front of you.

He was right, you were very into your book and hadn’t wanted to put it down for one moment in the past few hours, but that didn’t change the fact that you now felt like a complete asshole because you hadn’t meant to stay there that long.

“I feel like an idiot,” You said as you stood up as well, pulling your bag on your shoulder before going to the nearest trash can to discard your now empty cup of hot chocolate. “I usually try not to be the last person at a place. As an ex-food service worker, I absolutely hated when people would stay until the last possible second.”

Dylan chuckled at that. “Where did you work?”

“It was this small diner in my hometown. It barely got any business, but whenever someone did come in, it always just so happened to be an hour or less before closing,” You said and internally sighed at the memories you had of working at that place. “It’s only you here tonight?”

“Yeah, Tuesdays are fairly slow, so we usually just have one person working in the evening,” He explained, and you nodded as you began helping him clear off tables, tossing the empty cups people left into the garbage can. “Also, you don’t have to help. I promise just because you were the last one doesn’t mean you have to temporarily work here now. That would only happen if you didn’t pay.”

You laughed a bit at his final statement, which you could tell was a joke. “It’s fine. I want to help. But, if it makes you feel better, I promise next time I won’t pay for my drink. So, I’m basically making up my debt for that now.”

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately nodding. “Okay, deal. But, I will be holding you to that non-payment.”

You smiled. “I have absolutely no problem with that.”

A comfortable silence took over the space for a bit. Both of you were on opposite sides of the coffee shop, continuing to clean the tables until Dylan abruptly spoke. “Where have you been these past few months?”

At first, after hearing his question, you were completely quiet. You thought about lying and making up a random reason, but for some reason, you didn’t want to lie to him. So, you ultimately decided to tell the complete truth. “My, uh, boyfriend broke up with me here, so it was kinda hard to come back and not feel completely reminded of that whole thing.”

Dylan turned toward you and leaned back against the table he had just been clearing. “Woah, fuck, that sucks.”

“It probably sounds dumb, allowing myself to be so affected by it, I guess, but it really felt weird even driving past this place for a while,” You admitted, dropping your gaze from Dylan’s as you simply shrugged.

“No, no, I get it,” He said, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. “My ex broke up with me at an Olive Garden, and I haven’t been back to one since.”

“No offense or anything, but it’s Olive Garden, so you kinda lucked out, honestly.”

Dylan looked at you, incredulous, and you tried your hardest not to laugh at how offended he looked. “Hey, I will not allow any Olive Garden slander. Their breadsticks are amazing.”

You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I completely agree with that, but you have to admit, the breadsticks are their only redeeming quality.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, as if he was really thinking hard about your statement. “Okay, I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“Thank you,” You smiled. “But, anyway, I don’t know how long it’s been since your break up, but if you really wanna go to an Olive Garden, you should do it. I definitely don’t regret coming back here again.”

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately saying, “Maybe I will.”

It was quiet again until you decided to break the prevailing silence this time around. “Can I admit something?”

Dylan nodded; neither of you had gone back to cleaning just yet.

You didn’t pull your eyes away from his as you spoke. “I didn’t expect you to remember me here. That probably sounds stupid, but it did feel nice. So, um, thanks.”

“Of course, I would remember you,” Dylan smiled at you. “You’re probably the only person that comes here and religiously orders a hot chocolate.”

You laughed. “I don’t know if I should feel offended by that. Part of me is saying yes.”

“It’s a compliment, I promise.”

“Well, then, thank you. I will continue to buy my hot chocolate every day,” You said with a solemn nod of your head. “Oh wait, except for tomorrow. I refuse to pay for it tomorrow.”

“Good,” Dylan nodded, and you could tell that he was holding back a laugh.

You both continued cleaning up from there. You finished off the tables while Dylan did some things in the back, and it didn’t take long until everything was done and he was shutting off the lights, and you were both heading toward the front door. However, it was then that the two of you took note of how heavily it was raining.

“Wow, that’s insane,” You muttered and then looked over at Dylan. “How far are you parked?”

He gestured to the left. “A couple blocks that way.”

“I’m parked right there,” You said, pointing to your car that you could see from behind the door was barely twenty feet away. “You can get in and wait for the storm to pass. I refuse to allow you to walk to your car in the pouring rain.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, of course,” You told him. “I hate driving in heavy rain, so I would probably be waiting it out in my car, anyway.”

“Okay,”

With a minor plan set, you both finally stepped out of Sal’s and instead stood under its small awning. As Dylan proceeded to lock the door of the coffee shop, you reached into your bag to pull out your keys and simultaneously grimaced at how hard the rain was coming down.

Apparently, Dylan noticed the look on your face because he said, “We could also just wait inside Sal’s until it stops raining.”

“No, you just locked up. Plus, I’m now fully committed to this makeshift plan we came up with, so we have to go through with it,” You explained, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him.

After a few minor moments of contemplation, you let out a small breath before you both began beelining toward your car.

“Okay, not as bad as I expected it to be,” You said once you were settled in the driver’s seat. Your clothes were only slightly damp from the few seconds you spent getting pelted by the hard rain.

“Yeah, it was very fun,” Dylan responded as he ran a quick hand through his dark hair. “Really refreshing, one may say.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Refreshing is the perfect word.”

You hadn’t started the car yet, so the only thing you could hear was the sound of the rain continuously hitting the windshield, and for some reason, you found that calming.

You took a quick look over at Dylan, and he was simply staring out the window. Suddenly you were hit with the overwhelming feeling of happiness, and it was mainly because of him. He became an unlikely friend at an even more unexpected time, and you felt very grateful for that.

Before you could think too much of it, you reached over and placed a hand atop his, giving a gentle squeeze. “This is very random, but, just, thanks for being here. I’m glad you’re here.”

Dylan flipped his hand over and intertwined it with yours, a small smile gracing his features. “I’m happy you’re here too.”

You felt your body warm at his words, even though you were the one to initiate them. Once again, you decided to do something that perhaps you shouldn’t have, but you decided not to think too hard about the action. Your hand pulled away from Dylan’s and instead moved to his cheek. You were slightly hesitant at first because you weren’t entirely sure where his head was at in that moment. However, all thoughts about this potentially being the wrong thing completely vanished from your mind when you felt his lips press back against yours and his soft palm found your cheek.

It was an uncomfortable angle that the two of you were in, but the kiss was the exact opposite. It was sure and certain, and somehow it felt completely right.

When Dylan pulled back from the kiss, you didn’t know what you expected him to say, but you could wholeheartedly say that you did not expect the words, “I was thinking about going to Olive Garden this weekend,” to fall from his lips.

Your eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment because of how abrupt the subject change was. Had you completely imagined the kiss that just happened?

“Okay?” You ultimately responded, unable to hide the confusion from your voice.

Dylan’s hand found your cheek once again, and although you were confused right then, you almost instinctively found yourself leaning into his warm palm. “And I would like you to come with me.”

Suddenly, it all fell into place for you right then, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, oh, you’re asking me on a date. God, I was so confused about why you wanted to bring up Olive Garden right now.”

“I was trying to be smooth, and I came up with this on the spot and decided to run with it, and it was a complete fail,” Dylan rambled, and you found it way too adorable. “But, is that a yes?”

You kissed him again, and when you pulled away, you finally responded to his question. “Yes, I will go to Olive Garden with you. Solely for the breadsticks, though, and the fact that you will be there as well.”

Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled it to his lips as he spoke. “I’m glad that I rank on the same level as the breadsticks.”

“You’re actually much better than them if I’m being completely honest.”

“I feel honored,” He responded, and you let out a small laugh, your gaze locked on his smiling face.

A few minutes passed, and it became quiet. The rain had almost completely stopped, and it was only lightly drizzling. Dylan could have left and headed to his car if he wanted, or you could have mentioned that the minor storm had passed. However, neither of you wanted to interrupt the current moment; hands intertwined, a comfortable and happy silence lingering throughout the small space. So, neither of you did.

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❝ i persist and resist the temptation to ask you. if one thing had been different. would everything be different today? ❞

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭

“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”

You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”

“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”

You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”

To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”

“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”

His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”

“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”

He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”

You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed.

He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”

Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”

His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.

“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”

“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”

“Yes, Princess?”

You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”

Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”

“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”

“Stiles—”

“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”

“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”

“Words, Princess.”

But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.

Which…to be fair, it probably was.

“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”

You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”

“He can wait.”

You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”

“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”

Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.

And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.

He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns.

“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”

Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—

“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”

He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor.

And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.

And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.

He makes you better, too.

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

—𓆩[red suit, red dress]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.

“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”

You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.

“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.

He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”

You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”

He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”

You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”

“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”

“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”

“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”

He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”

You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.

“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”

You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”

“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”

He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”

“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”

“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”

“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”

“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”

You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”

You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”

“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”

You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.

You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”

He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”

You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.

“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”

You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”

“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”

“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”

“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”

You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.

“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”

He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”

You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.

You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.

You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.

He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”

You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”

He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.

Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.

You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”

You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”

He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”

He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”

You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”

“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”

You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”

You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”

“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”

You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”

“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”

He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.

“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.

His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”

You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”

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Her Outfit {Dylan O'Brien}

Author's Notes: This fic was based on Dylan at the premiere for The Outfit. The suit, the stubble. Perfect! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Mentions of drinking, Smut*(established relationship, fingers, spanking, choking, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? Nope! Requests are open!

It was the premiere of The Outfit and Dylan was feeling good. His suit fit well, he was confident in his project and he had his beautiful woman by his side. He was ready to go and face the world.

Dylan stood at the bar during the cocktail hour after the premiere, a glass of white wine in his hand. He kept the conversation at hand, but his eyes wandered across the room towards his woman in her tight black dress. His eyes locked with her backside and he quickly excused himself to go put his hands on her.

"Hey, gorgeous." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his free arm around her wait, hand pressed to her stomach.

"Hi, handsome." She hummed as she turned around in his grasp to place her hands on his chest.

"Do you need a drink or anything?" Dylan questioned as he sipped his own glass of wine and scanned her cleavage in her dress.

"I'm okay right now, baby. I'm a little tipsy." She smiled as she hooked her index finger beneath the collar of shirt button up, feeling his warm skin.

"I can tell. I see you shaking your hips over here. You wanna go soon?" Dylan mumbled as he kissed her forehead. His body screamed at him for the tender gesture, it wanted more. Her soft skin, tight black dress and exposed cleavage. She had been playing a coy game with him all night. He loved it, but he was ready to feel her shaking underneath him.

"I will follow you anywhere, Mister." She hummed as she draped her arms over his shoulders and swayed from side to side.

"Let's get you home, gorgeous." Dylan smiled as he gently pushed a hand into her curled hair, and guided her face to his for a gentle, suitable for public kiss.

"We have to give Zoey a kiss goodbye first." She pouted as she held the collar of his jacket.

"Okay. Let's go find Zoey, and say goodbye." Dylan laughed softly as he laced his fingers with hers and led her through the party to find his friend and co-star.

After they said goodbye to Zoey, Dylan took his girlfriend home in a cab. The two of them snuggled close in the back while they touched and whispered in one another's ear.

"You're so handsome, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her hands to his chest and nipped at his lips.

"You look like sex in this dress. I wanna eat you up." Dylan grunted as he pulled her hair and pushed a hand under her dress to feel her skin.

"Baby." She breathed out as Dylan trailed his lips over her throat, never pressing them to her skin like they both wanted. She moved her hands over his chest to grab hold of his collar, her knees falling apart slightly to let him know what she needed from him.

"I know, honey. I want you so bad it fucking hurts." Dylan growled in her ear as he fingertips ghosted over the damp spot of her panties. He pulled his hand out from under dress and pulled her knee over his lap.

The cab pulled up in front of the apartment, Dylan tossing a handful of cash through the front as he tugged her out of the car. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her inside.

"Finally. Let me get a good look at you." Dylan mumbled as he placed her on the floor of their bedroom. He looked her over from head to toe, his eyes taking greedy scans of her breasts and thighs.

"Touch me, Dylan." She pouted as she reached for him, tugging at his suit jacket.

"You look like sex. Sound like it, too." Dylan grinned as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close. He sealed his lips to her neck, sucking a bruise on her skin as he pushed the hem of her dress up around her hips.

"Take my panties off, Dylan." She whined as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then reached for the buttons of his shirt.

"You take them off. Get on the bed and spread your legs. " Dylan ordered as he groped her backside, sinking his teeth into her neck. His heart ached a little when she pulled away from him, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as she tugged her panties down her legs and flop to the bed with her knees wide.

"Sex. You're pure fucking sex." Dylan growled as he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and tugged her ankles over his shoulders, a delicate kiss on each.

"Dylan." She whimpered as she propped herself up on her forearms to look down at him as he kissed her legs, up to her thighs, his tongue swirling over her skin.

"Turn over, gorgeous. Let me see this ass." Dylan grunted with a nip to her thigh before he stood up between her legs. He unbuttoned his shirt while he turned over to her hands and knees, an arch in her back for him.

"Dylan!" She gasped as he swatted her backside with his open palm.

"Tell me something." Dylan mumbled as he covered her body with his, kissing the back of her neck.

"What, baby?" She hummed as she reached for his hair and tugged, her hips rolling around for friction against his slacks.

"Are you this worked up because of me? Or because you think Zoey is sexy? Dylan growled as he bit her shoulder and pushed himself against her from behind.

"You, Dylan. It's all for you." She moaned out as she rubbed herself against him, her necked rolling back onto his shoulder.

"Good. I know she's pretty, but you'll only get slutty for me. Isn't that right, honey?" Dylan grunted as he let her grind back against him.

"I love you, Dylan. Be whatever you want." She whispered as he ghosted his fingers over her throat, then pushed his hand inside her dress to grab her chest.

"I know, honey. I fucking love you. Can I fuck you up your pretty dress?" Dylan mumbled as she licked the back of her neck, thumbing her nipples inside of her dress.

"Yes, Dylan." She hissed as she dropped her chest down to the mattress and rubbed herself all over his slacks, desperate for him. He growled as he grabbed between her legs, cupping her heat to assert his dominance making her drool as she desperately tried to fill herself with his fingers to ease the ache.

"I know, honey. I know." Dylan cooed as he slipped two fingers inside of her while his other hand freed himself from the confines of his pants.

"I need more, baby." She sobbed out as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, lip between her teeth. She reached for his wrist as he worked his fingers in and out of her, and Dylan swore he fell in love all over again.

"Say it. Tell me what you need, my sweet girl." Dylan mumbled as he pulled his fingers through her slick folds, and lined himself up with her entrance from behind.

"Fill me up, Dylan. Please." She whispered with the sweetest sob as her eyes fluttered shut, Dylan wasn't sure he would last.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he eased inside of her, gasping at the way her walls gripped his length when he bottomed out. His girlfriend whimpered as she tried to tug her dress off, but he hands covered hers and stopped her.

"Leave it. It looks like fucking latex on your body. Makes me so hot for you, honey. You're so sexy." Dylan groaned as he ran his hands down her sides and watched how she bounced back onto him.

"DYLAN!" She gasped with a smile as he smacked her backside and tugged her hips closer, his pace increasing.

"I love you so fucking much. You make me so fucking hot, honey. Damn." Dylan growled as he held her hips tightly, and aimed for that spot relentlessly from behind.

"D - Dylannn." She shivered as she came around him unexpectedly, hands twisted into the sheets as he rolled his hips into her.

"So fucking pretty, honey." Dylan panted as he chased his own orgasm, his body covering his while he reached a hand for her neck and gently, so gently squeezed the sides of her neck. With a loud groan and a rut of his hips, he came inside of her.

He pulled out of her as gently as he could before he took hold of her hips and rolled them onto the bed. He unzipped her dress as she rested her head against his chest, his pants still around his ankles as he caught his breath.

"So, you liked my movie then?" Dylan smirked with an exhale after a few minutes of silence.

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