#dylan o’brien x fem!reader

[bruisedboys]

please write for tmr!thomas i beg of you

tmr!thomas x reader | established relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort, 1k words (set in the scorch trials!)

you, thomas and your friends find sanctuary from the scorch with the right arm. unfortunately, they don’t provide any sanctuary from nightmares.

“Are you awake?”

Thomas feels you shift under his arm. You’re curled into his side, arm slung over his chest and thigh pressed to his. He hums.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” he murmurs back. “What’s up?”

He feels your hand glide across his stomach and your fingers curl around his hip. It makes him shiver.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Just thinking.”

Thomas huffs. Typical you, keeping yourself awake for no good reason. “Stop thinking and go to sleep then, sweetheart. You need rest.”

You muffle a giggle in his shirt. It warms his chest all the way through. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re keeping me up,” Thomas says back, only half serious. “Go to sleep.”

Eventually you do as he says. These days Thomas always always has waits for you to fall asleep first before letting himself drift off. It makes him feel better about himself. He does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and healthy and happy, but it’s hard when you’re on your own in a sick world, running from a government organisation that wants you for your blood.

The Scorch has been unforgiving, but you’ve braved through like you always do, never once complaining, always making sure the rest of the group are okay. Thomas thinks someone as lovely as you doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this. It’s half the reason he’s as determined as he is the find somewhere safe.

Well, you’ve found sanctuary for now, at least, with the Right Arm. You and Thomas are sharing a tent with the rest of the group — Minho, Newt, Frypan — none of whom seem to be willing to seperate from each other, despite the spare tents the Right Arm offers. It speaks volumes about where the real safety net is.

Eventually Thomas falls asleep too. He’s not sure how long he sleeps until he’s woken by you. You don’t mean to wake him, he thinks, but he’s a bad sleeper at the best of times, and he’s got a sixth sense for this kind of thing, anyway.

He blinks his eyes open sluggishly. It’s dark, but the campfire still flickers outside the tent, so he can just make out your figure. You’re sitting up straight, stiff as a board. Panic slices through his heart like a cold knife.

“Y/N?” He murmurs. He finds your thigh under the sleeping bag you’re sharing and braces his hand on it to help him sit up. “Baby, are you okay?”

Thomas’ eyes slowly adjust to the light until he realises, with a pang in his chest, that you’re crying. Thankfully, you don’t seem to be in any immediate danger. Everyone else is still fast asleep, and everything’s quiet outside the tent. Still, he doesn’t like the way your shoulders are shaking.

“Sorry,” you gasp. You’re holding your face in two clammy hands, fingers cruel where you scrub at your tears. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I just—“

“Bad dream?” Thomas asks gently. He can guess well enough. He’s had his fair share, and while he’s not an expert on the human mind or anything, he can see that you’re pretty shaken up.

You nod. Tears splash down your front. “Yeah,” you mumble. “Sorry.”

Thomas frowns at you as he brings his hand to your shoulder.

“Stop apologising,” he says, squeezing you gently. His drags his thumb across your collarbone, soothing. He doesnt want to think about what you’d’ve done if he hadn’t woken up. Would you have suffered all by yourself? The thought alone feels like a bullet to his heart. “It’s okay, babe, really. Can I give you a hug?”

You nod viciously. Thomas makes a pitying sound from deep in his chest and wraps you up in a hug, sliding his hand to the nape of your neck to encourage your head over his shoulder. You’re shaking like a leaf, your cheek damp and warm where it presses to his neck.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs to you. It’s all he can say, really. He can’t tell you it wasn’t real, because the chances that you had dreamed about something very real, and equally horrifying, are high. He strokes your hair, feeling a little useless but a lot sorry. “I’ve got you.”

Somebody stirs across the tent. Thomas watches over your shoulder as that somebody sits up.

“Thomas?” It’s Newt. His voice is raspy with sleep but he sounds concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Thomas feels something akin to a rush of gratitude for his empathetic friend. If anything was ever to happen to Thomas, he at least knows for certain Newt would take care of you.

“Yeah, Newt,” he says. “Everything’s fine. We’re good. Just a nightmare, I’ve got it.”

Newt hums and his lanky figure drops back to the tent floor. Meanwhile you’re sniffling over Thomas’ shoulder, your hands screwed into the back of his shirt.

Thomas can’t be sure if Newt’s still awake, but he doesn’t really care if his friend hears him or not. He’s past being embarrassed about how much he cares for you. Thomas draws back and takes your face in his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you.

“Not really,” you whisper back. Your anguished tone breaks Thomas’ heart clean in two.

“Okay. That’s alright,” Thomas tells you, as kind as he can when he’s up to his ears with worry. He swipes his thumbs over your cheeks, rubbing away your hot tears. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you want some water?”

You nod. Thomas reaches behind him to pull his metal flask from a meagre pile of supplies. He unscrews the lid and encourages the bottle into your hands.

“Here, babe,” he says softly. “It’ll help.”

He steadies your shaking hands with his own and helps you have a few gulps of water. When he returns the bottle to it’s place you’ve calmed significantly. Your cheeks are still damp and sticky but your tears have ebbed, at least.

Thomas smiles at you. He’s sure he looks sick with concern but he tries not to let it show, thumbing your cheek with as much tenderness as he can manage. “Let’s lie down, yeah? C’mon, sweetheart.”

He tugs you down with him. You slump onto his chest and push your hand under his shirt. You’re really warm, but it gives him goosebumps anyway.

“You’re safe with me,” he promises. It’s a promise he doesn’t plan on breaking, ever. He rubs your back. Big, rough sweeps that have you going lax in his arms almost instantaneously. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I promise.”

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[asterias-record-shop]

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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Nothing to Lose

| Did you ever realize how far apart you and Stiles grew, even as you spent hours together? [Established relationship; smut MDNI 18+; oral (fem receiving)] Classic overworked loser boyfriend! (canon) Stiles Stilinski

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You’ve always trusted Stiles to know his limits. Never badgered him if he wanted to stay up into the early morning hours researching niche supernatural events or when he’d say he survived off of microwave dinners and PB&J's and hasn’t drank water in a few days. Of course, he loved it when you sternly told him that wasn’t healthy, that he should get more sleep or get up to get a cup of water. He loved that about you. Seeing you cared when it mattered.

It started when you took his hand in yours and brought it up to your mouth. Pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles, punctuating words he wasn’t listening to. “Stiles?” You frowned, giving up on the conversation.

“Hm?” He’d blink as if his eyelids were sticking together; slow, fazed and distracted.

“You’re not listening,” you’d said, kissing his fingertips.

“M’listening. I was…” he tested bending his fingers, smiling when your lips followed. “I was…”

You could hear the thought die in his throat, the remnants leaving in the form of a small moan as you take his ring finger between your lips.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Then he was resting his cheek against your inner thigh, eyes already glazing over and eyebrows knitted dramatically. An overwhelmed and weak expression. When you had told him you liked it when he looked like that, you suspected he started looking at you with those half-lidded eyes and slightly-parted mouth more often. Whatever makes you happy.

When he spoke in a needy whisper, his voice took on a gravelly static. His ‘M’s and ‘S’s slurring and spilling over into the next word after it. He lost the sense to enunciate words or put much work into the praises and instead focused his efforts into watching your face and sliding his fingers between your legs and letting out a deep exhale, something about how wet you are leaving with it.

It’s been a while for sure. Since you’ve had time for each other. Since you got time alone, really. Consumed by school, work, and helping the pack. You’d joked that the pack couldn’t survive without two humans, he laughed, and you both went back to work. It was comfortable. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to just be with him until he’d coincidentally sat next to you in the bed for a small break. Reading through the notes you’d both taken, switching the notebook between backpacks every research session, you leaned into him.

Now, he was looking up at you from between your legs, almost cross-eyed at the slick covering his thumb. And when his head dipped down, ready to coat his mouth in you, he knew your mouth would fall open. He knew it did something to you, the boldness of his eye contact while he did something like this, lapping at you, hands holding your thighs down, and humming into you every so often as if he wanted this as much as you did. As your head lolled back, he smiled against you and reached up to hold your hand. He gently guided your hand to the top of his head, his moan vibrating against you as your nails scratch softly at his scalp. He lifts his head and gives you a crooked grin. His lips are wet and his eyes almost sparkle as his voice comes out cracking in need. “M’listening now, sweetheart.”

Before you could answer, his head dipped back down and sucking softly as your hands tighten in his hair. Stiles was indulgent. In his research, mostly, losing track of time and awareness of his own needs. He was often dehydrated, tired, and hungry, making you out to be his guardian angel every time you came over to remind him. He said his ADHD gave him an addictive personality, or his father’s genes. At the very least, he was obsessive. It was useful in research, but you never imagined how advantageous it’d be if he set his sights on you.

He grinned against you and pulled away again, impatient to get his words out. Your eyes fluttered seeing him lick his lips and the words that come out are barely heard, “Missed you.”

The sight makes your heart flutter. His awkward smile because he’d stopped to tell you. His chin was still shiny, and he licked his lips again, enunciating for the first time since you’d kissed his neck,

“I missed you, honey. Am I makin’ it up to you?”

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I saw your request for Dylan O’Brien characters thing and I wanted to request one for Thomas where during the rain scene in the first movie the reader and him are no where to be found cause they’re relaxing in bed and he’s kinda just watching her sleep (not weird) and he’s just thinking about how if they get out of the maze he wants to marry her, even though he doesn’t know what it means. sorry if that’s a lot but I live your writing but do t feel pressured to write it

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First, I am so sorry that I just published this now. I had it in my drafts for a long time and never finished it. I love specific ideas and if you ever want to request something again (which I doubt since I took so long with this one) I promise to be faster!

Second, I hope it's not too short but I am in my graduation phase at the moment🥴

Warnings: Fluff, English is not my first language, Not proof read

Pairing: Thomas x fem!reader

It was a rainy day in the maze, which was quite uncommon. Everybody stood under a big hut, trying to find shelter from the rain. They looked intensely at the open walls, waiting for Minho and Alby to return from their run. Everyone but Thomas and you.

The two of you had been really close lately. When Thomas came up with the box, you were the first one to help him and explained everything he needed to know.

After a while, you became inseparable, and you started to develop feelings for each other. Many times you have considered the small chance that Thomas might have romantic feelings for you as well, but he has never taken any action. Most of the time, you just tried to push your feelings aside and be happy to be his friend. Or so you thought.

When it started raining an hour ago, the two of you quickly ran to your hut, lying down in your bed to talk. Although, it didn't take long for you to fall asleep - your head resting on Thomas' chest. He looked down at you, admiring your features. The way your hair fell over your shoulders, your lips slightly parted, and your left cheek squished against his chest.

Thomas was in love with you. He never felt anything comparable to it and spent every free minute fantasising about a life with you outside the Glade.

To be honest he had no idea what to expect from the life outside. The only thing he knew was he had to get you and the others out of the maze. He needed to find an exit so the two of you could live your happy ever after.

"You know, I have those dreams, "He mumbled, fully aware of the fact you were asleep, "They are about you in a white dress. Actually, I don't know what it means, but every time you look really beautiful."

Thomas couldn't help but smile at the memories of his latest dreams, unaware that you were dreaming about the same thing at that very moment.

[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter One

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

Every female on the planet wanted a reason to be close to the actors on the hit TV show, Teen Wolf, except me.

I don’t dig wolves. Now some hot vampires? All day.

My dad loves producing so much that he was constantly trying to get me to join him on set in any shape of form. He wanted me to love his vice just as much as him so I would understand abandoning his entire life it. But I didn’t want to act or produce, I wanted to throw myself into college so I could figure it out.

The easiest choice would be the medical field… for so many reasons… but that felt like salt in my very much open wounds.

Twenty-three, living at home with my dad, while trying to forgive him should have been a course I signed up for in college. Instead I got to feel awkward being the light of his life. It wasn’t all bad - he was barely home and I got free rein over my life.

Sleeping in was the best part of not having class. It was just past noon when I dragged myself downstairs at the allure of the coffee pot. I had it set for noon just so I wouldn’t sleep my life away. I didn’t even notice my dad in the corner of the room, at the large dinning room table we never used, busy on his iPad.

“Sleeping in again? Another finger pointing to you coming to work for me.” He didn’t even look up at me when he talked, neck deep in his night shoot edits.

This was a constant battle we waged. “Dad, I have school full time. I don’t have time to come play on set with you.”

He sighed almost defeated for the day on the topic, “only girl in the world who doesn’t want to be on the Teen Wolf set.”

Laughing to myself I didn’t relish being some kind of gatekeeper. Every one of my friends had asked every question you could think of about the show’s star: Tyler Posey but I had no answers. My dad hit the nail on the head.

“That’s because I’m a beautiful, unique snowflake. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll surprise you for your birthday next week.”

We both knew I wouldn’t crack so easy. So happens that fate had other plans for me and my boundaries.

The following week my dad left his wallet and house keys at home which honestly wasn’t strange. He was constantly forgetting the essentials. He would buy conditioner without buying shampoo. He would invite you to lunch just to forget his wallet. He would blame being on set when part of me believe he was just that absent minded.

I was casted to the forgot parts of his brain the same way.

He texted me go bring them to set for him which was fine because my lecture was over early and I had zero weekend plans.

Being on the lot reminded me a lot of my mom. We had a bond because of this lot that kept her King and my keeper from us. We would make our own adventures, explore and pretend to be other people all day while he worked tirelessly.

Until she couldn’t pretend anymore. That was when she decided my dad loved his work more than her. That betrayal extended to me when she moved us into another house, quietly divorcing him and securing half of everything just to make sure we survived.

Everyone called her the gold digging failed artist. Everyone called me a spoiled brat.

I snapped out of my thoughts when the guard handed me my ID back through the car window printing the gate to lifted to let me in. With a big inhale I could almost smell her perfume again, earthy and seductive. Pulling through the stages I found him in the same place he always was, back of the lot, taking up the most space.

I breezed in like I, in fact, owned it. Snatching my sunglasses off my face I found my dad coaching the star through the scene with too much passion. “You love her! I need to see that protective side, Ty. That need. That sacrifice. This isn’t some crush but the mate you’ll have forever.”

She needed that side of my dad when she was dying of cancer alone in a big house without her husband.

“Dad. Keys and wallet?” Turning around he took his belongings from my hands and attempted to awkwardly hug me when it failed.

Shifting my eyes I could feel Tyler digging his gaze into me even deeper. He was wondering why he hadn’t seen me until now, if I was some hostage, if I was absent for a reason. I could see the gears shifting behind his eyes.

Beaming my dad’s hand hovered along my spine as he introduced me, “Tyler, this is my daughter. And a hero. Now I can order sushi.”

Tyler laughed and went back to rehearsal with a couple girls whom I can only assume are in the show too. I told my dad, “Well. I’m gonna get going. I’m gonna see if Alex wants to hang. Maybe a frat party is happening.”

My dad pulled over the chair that was already near him, “We’re about to start. You can’t leave yet.”

So that’s how he was going to force me to be here, cool.

I dropped my head as let my bag drop on the floor loudly, purposely, and I watched the cast hit their marks before a clear action was shouted. I couldn’t deny a shirtless Tyler Posey was easy on the eyes for sure. The scene was dark, emotional and ended with a kiss. Even someone who didn’t watch the show, like me, could feel the impact of the episode. After the director yelled cut my dad started speaking again, “I’ll be home late okay? I have a date right after this. That’s why I really needed my wallet and keys.”

I was shocked. I had a million questions. “Wait, excuse me? You’re dating now? How did you meet? Who is she? Where are you going?”

He laughed, “I downloaded a dating app. Okay? I’m going go to Don Antonio’s with her. She’s a nurse. Busy like me so she should understand how it is.”

Being excited for my dad was one thing, finally he wouldn’t be alone yet I couldn’t help but hate him for it. A part of me expected him to pin for my mother his whole life.

I gave him a giant hug before I told him I was taking off but he held me tighter while saying, “You may be over 18 but I sure as shit will ground you, take your phone and car if I found out you went to a frat party with Alex. Have a great night at home with Netflix’s!”

We both laughed, he trusted me and for good reason.

I was still a virgin. Which was rare for a kid in LA let alone an industry parent.

I grabbed my bag and headed for my car before they locked me in silence with another take or scene. On my way out I crashed into a hard body who apologized immediately, “Shit. I’m sorry. I was rushing. I’m late.”

I nodded signaling it was okay but that didn’t stop him from shouting after me when I walked away. “Hey! Are you new? Do I know?”

I stopped walking backwards while answering, “Nah. Just stopping by. Visiting someone.” With that being all I said I opened my door and smiled before getting in.

.

I knew I wanted to make myself invisible incase my dad came home with his date. It’s not the cool thing to do when you have to introduce your adult age kid after a good meal and before making out.

After I got home from the lot I texted Brody to come over for while. I don’t know how to describe that relationship at all. I’ve known him since we were 5 years old and we were always friends but when we started dating - everything changed.

He was very cute and accessible. All innocent until high school when hormones came into play. We had done everything but go all the way. Lately that wasn’t enough for him…

He came through the door without knocking carrying some beer while I stood at the counter pouring my wine. I felt him push against me, kissing my neck while I pushed the cork in the mouth again.

“Hey beautiful. How was class?”

Brody graduated two years before me and already had a job as a business consultant for a popular firm who advises people on how to be successful, handling money and recruiting for them.

He was stable. He was hot. He was older.

I was feeling frustrated as I took my very full cup of wine and dragged him upstairs behind me by the hand to my bedroom. Every time we were alone with alcohol I always contemplated that I would have the courage to go all the way with him.

Being a virgin still shows anyone how well that went. We got comfortable on my bed fitting like puzzle pieces as I scrolled through Netflix for over 10 minuets searching for the perfect movie.

I felt his hand on my thigh, slightly rubbing as his lips crashed against the side of my face. He felt comfortable so I don’t know why I wouldn’t give in.

I felt his familiar lips against mine and our warm tongues touch. He pulled off his shirt and his husky voice crashed into me, “Take this off baby.”

It was déjà vu all over again. Every time we were alone it was a replay of the same events. There wasn’t any feelings, not the way the movies shaped my expectations.

As he kissed my neck he whispered, “Come on baby. You’re dad isn’t home. Just take off your panties.”

His kisses felt good but not convincing. I whispered his name when I felt his fingers lace inside my panties as he tugged them down my legs.

We fooled around before, he had seen every inch. We kept kissing with our tongues and I felt his body settle between my legs. Reaching for his wallet and he pulled out a condom before his mouth collided with mine again. Pressing my palms again his chest, gently giving myself space, enough to decide on no.

I whispered again, “Brody. I’m not ready. I’m sorry.”

I felt his felt him tense at the rejection, “Why are you being a fucking bitch? How long are we gonna keep playing this game? I’ve seen you naked, I’ve licked your pussy, we’ve showered together.”

His warmth on top of me left as he sat as it came when he pushed his legs off the edge of my bed to put his shoes on. I didn’t even walk him out.

D Y L A N P O V

She smelt like butter and home. She felt safe. She was the most beautiful, sarcastic, tiny firecracker I’ve ever met.

We met on the set of a movie called The First Time back in 2011 and been together ever since. She just got back from Canada filming a TV show Girl Boss for the last 3 months and I couldn’t wait to have her myself.

We both had our own places with our own roommates but we wanted as much time together so she was crashing in my room. And let’s be real, I hadn’t had sex since she left months ago.

She was straddling my legs in her panties and nothing else as I coaxed her out of them. Her hips were rocking over my crotch as she leaned down to kiss me.

Sex was never our problem. We met and practically fell into bed together. Pushing her down onto the bed below me as I pushed myself further between her legs. She felt every inch of my excitement caress her thigh.

I kissed her chest and neck, every exposed inch when my head flicked up at the sound of her phone loudly alerting her she had a text. We both ignored it as I pulled my shirt off.

Another ping. We ignored it again.

I saw her look over almost like she expected a text but couldn’t get to it. Her face went from ecstasy to disappointment. Looking down at her, “We good babe?”

She shook her head, “Yeah, yeah, we’re good. Okay I’m ready, Dylan.”

On my knees, my hands smoothed up her legs until my fingers laced into the straps of her panties. Pulling them down was too easy when I got a glimpse of her wet pussy.

Ping. Ping.

Exhaling loudly, stopping to grab her phone off the night stand I had lost focus enough times to get annoyed. I was going to put it on do not disturb but the texts content was right there on the lock screen.

“Did your flight land? Can’t wait to see you ;)” “He can wait until after I see you first.” “Meet me at my place. I miss that little body.” “Ditch Dylan.”

I felt my heart stop.

Pushing myself to the edge of the bed I contemplated if I was dreaming. Did I fall asleep and have some kind nightmare? Britt, my girlfriend of 6 years was cheating and me. I had proof. I threw her phone across the room in her silence letting it crash against the wall.

She tried to touch my shoulders from behind, on her knees, forcing me to jump up. Pacing I pointed towards my bedroom door. “Get the fuck out. Get out.” She tried to touch me again but I pulled myself away quickly. “Go! Get out of my face!”

All she could say, “Dyl. Baby. Don’t be mad. I can explain. It was a mistake. Just one mistake.”

I was pacing, arms not able to stay by my side and I couldn’t even look at her. “How can you explain that? It’s pretty fucking clear!” She started getting dressed giving up explaining.

As she got dressed she said, “It was one mistake, Dyl. We were apart so long. We were just friends I swear! Please forgive me.” She picked up her phone and jacket to leave. She stood against me best she could at her short height, kissing my chest and still apologizing before exiting my room.

A party couldn’t have came at a better time. I was ready to get wasted. My only hope was that Posey heard everything and would be there as she walked out. His disappointment was damning when he wanted it to be.

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

An Office Affair

Pairing - Dylan O’brien x fem!reader

Summary - Dylan started with the company 3 years ago and you both just click.

Warning- semi public sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, hair pulling, language. [18+]

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You're unsure how you ended up in this predicament. You think back to how the last 3 years had played out, you and Dylan had been flirty from the get go.

He was a new hire and you organised his desk before he started, that was one of your many tasks. You always left the new starters a little good luck note and a small chocolate bar, just something to welcome and edge them on.

Dylan had been one of the few who really appreciated the small gesture, he asked around and found out that it was you who left the note. So he responded by leaving you a note a few weeks later, suddenly it had become a game of leaving each other notes until finally you both bumped into each other on level 3.

You didn’t work on the same floor as you were always out and about with the big boss, bringing him coffees and writing minutes in meetings. So when you were actually in the office you sat on level 7, you had gone down to level 3 to fix up another new starters desk that happened to be next to Dylan’s.

You both just clicked and the flirting begun, it started on the notes and then it moved to small touches when you were in the same room, Dylan dropping you coffee on level 7 and you ‘needing’ to stock up your stationary box each week just to see him.

And now here you are, 3 years later. Skirt bunched up around your hips, panties pulled to the side and heels digging into the very expensive printer.

Dylan’s fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, your head dropped back as he licks and sucks at the skin of your neck. “Jesus Dylan” you moaned, his thumb played with your oversensitive clit.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails leaving half crescent moons on his shoulder blades.

His scruffy beard scratching at your collar bone, his hot breath fanning over your skin. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Dylan professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt filled the stationary room. The small light left on illuminated your bodies, shadows bouncing off the four walls. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his hand.

He had three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries muffled by his shoulder as you gripped onto him for dear life, your legs shaking against the printer. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him fingers away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Fuck… your so hot” you state, pulling him to you by the back of his head.

His lips pressed to yours harshly, your fingers fiddling with his Armani belt. You finally got him free, staring down at his cock that stood proud. The head redden and leaking pre cum, screaming to be touched.

Your hand reaches out to grip him, giving him a soft tug. He emits a choked groan, palms making contact with the printer to keep himself steady. “Sweet girl… I’m going to need to fuck you now or I’ll come in your hand” he admits.

You nod your head profusely and bring him to your folds, dragging him up and down, collecting the juices with his tip. He nudged himself against your swollen clit, a shiver running through your spine.

“Come on pretty girl”

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock. “I’m going to move us” he states, pulling out of you momentarily.

He pulls you from the printer and spins you around, pushing your upper back down. Angling your face against the printer and bringing your ass up higher, pushing himself back into you.

“Oh sweet Jesus” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, your fingers curling around the printer for support.

“You feel so good… I’ve wanted to fuck you in this room the moment I laid eyes on you” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“Dylan… harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with the loose ponytail and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you again and drags you towards the desk, dropping you onto the wooden table and lining himself up with you again. “We’ve got 5 minutes before the cleaners clock on” Dylan states, eyes darting to the clock beside them.

You nod your head, his movements quicken. The desk hitting the wall in the process, the noise echoing within the stationary room. You grip onto his shoulders, biting down on your lower lip as he fucks you with such force you feel like you might both go through the wall.

“Oh god.. Dylan! Fuck!” You cry, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“Dyl… I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto his shoulder. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper, your cries are muffled by his shirt.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“It took us 3 years to do that” you breath, he begins to pull out of you slowly. He chuckles and takes a seat next to you. “Let’s not leave it another 3 years to repeat it” he jokes, giving you another peck on the lips.

The lights on level 3 turn back on, indicating the cleaners have clocked on. The two of you rush to clean yourself up and get changed, sneaking out of the building going unnoticed.

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𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 love language was simple.

Physical touch.

The man could simply not take his hands off you, safe to say he was obsessed with you. No. So deeply in love it had become an obsession.

No matter where you were or who you were with, he was always touching you.

Tonight he was extra handsy, especially in the dim lighting of the park light, laying on a blanket, star watching . You were both seated in the back of the park - far from others but not far enough, and he took the privacy to his full advantage.

His hands gently but firmly massaging your thigh under your short dress, even though you’ve been together for so long, your body couldn’t even help but react as he moved his hand up higher.

You put a hand over his to stop him and look around.

“Baby, someone might see.” You tell your adorably handsome boyfriend.

He leans in nice and close to whisper softly but seductively in your ear, “ so? Let them see sweetie.”

He then kisses your jaw and attaches your lips to his, as he can taste your vanilla lip balm he bought you last week.

The kiss is slow and intoxicating as his hands move further up and stop where you crave it.

His tongue teases yours and you suck on it which’s ears a soft groan from both you and him. The sound turning you on even more if possible.

You spread your legs as you both sit up and lean against the park bench still sitting on the blanket in the grass. Then as you look up into the stars your caught with your own very soft and quiet moan since he forced to begin rubbing soft-firm circles over your lacy panties.

You breath is shallow and you bite your lip to suppress the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

He kisses your neck leaving a nice dark hickey. Man was that gonna be hard to explain when your mom or brother saw.

He moves the sensual lacy fabric of your underwear to the side and sinks to fingers in. Making sure to hold the blanket over your lap to at least keep some decency.

He increases the speed with each stroke. Now you feel like you’re seeing two types of stars, Your hips jut out to ride and meet the pace of his fingers.

Soon enough you’re trembling over the edge. As he kisses your to keep you quiet, then whispers in your ear once again. “My good girl, s’taken me so good? Eh ain’t s’that right baby.”

You practically falling over the edge, “s’make en me so proud sweetie. You’re doing s’good.” He praises making me fall right over the edge.

He takes his figures out of me kissing my lips sensually before sticking his fingered in my mouth. Making me suck off my juices.

“So good Sti.” You say out of breath smiling at your handsome boyfriend.

“I know baby. I know, now let’s get home eh? My dad’s gone all night. How many rounds you think you can handle?” He whispers to you before grabbing your stuff leading you to his jeep.

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This is just a short oneshot I have soooo many drafts rn: they include ( dylan o’brien x fem!reader smut plus fluff, mitch rapp angsty smut, stiles angst, and way moreeeee ) Be preparedddd!

xoxo Layla

[girl-in-new-york]

Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

[tatoda]

Lost || Dylan O’brien x fem!reader

summary: dylan has been distant while he’s off filming, is this the end of your relationship?

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

warnings: angst, but good ending

wc: 1.4k

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Being in a relationship with Dylan can have its ups and downs. He was the sweetest person ever in your relationship. You have been together for about 2 years now, but for one year combined he’s been gone filming for movies. Right now he was filming for (some movie) and he’s been gone for about two months and as the days and weeks went by you heard less and less from him.

Clicking the call button on his contract, you put the phone up to your ear praying he would answer. 4 rings went by and you knew he wasn’t gonna answer

“Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, please leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you.” the voicemail went off as the beep passed for you to talk. but you sat there as tears started to form in your eyes, this was the sixth time you called him today, and had no responses to your texts.

You couldn’t speak into the phone as tears welled up in your eyes. The phone was in your hand waiting for your words to be spoken, but nothing came out. Sitting there you said nothing wishing your boyfriend was on the phone with you. The beeping of the line cutting you off made you put the phone down. Hugging the sweatshirt dylan’s sweatshirt close to your body as you cuddled into the sheets of your shared bed that still smelled somewhat like him. You sat there in silence overthinking, crying, and staying frozen in place forever.

Your phone rang an hour later, Dylan's name popping up. You reached fast for it but stopped when you were going to click answer. He didn’t tell you anything that was happening. No text or calls of if he was going to be busy or not. Letting your overthinking get to your head you clicked the button and put the phone to your ears.

“h-hello?” you said quietly before the blasting of music hit your ears. and the immediate thought was that Dylan was at a party or a bar

“baby! oh my gosh!” Dylan screamed through the phone “I’m so sorry I’ve been busy.” his words slurred, which gave you the impression he was drunk

“Yeah? for two weeks?” you restated the period he never talked to you until now.

“I k-know. I’ve been spending tons of time with the cast.” one guy called his name before he told the random man to give him a minute “you and the girl I working with are so alike it’s crazy.” your heart dropped, you tried not to get jealous of the other girls he worked with because you were his, right?

“oh,” that’s all that could come out of your mouth. you couldn’t seem to say anything else. the sound of a girl's voice could be heard from his side and you could hear the way he laughed at her

“Listen baby I have to go.” he hung up before you could say anything. maybe this was it. this was the end of your relationship.

All you could think about is how he didn’t say he missed or loved you. Grabbing your rings from his room and shoving them into a suitcase you have. You needed to get out of this stupid apartment that kept reminding you of him. You called your best friend and asked if you could stay with her for a while as you needed space away from this setting.

“do you want to talk about it?” she rubbed your back up and down as you shook your head.

“thank you for letting me stay.” sending her a small smile you stood up and went to her guest bedroom.

You stayed there for about a week. Dylan called you the next morning apologizing for his behavior for the following night but you just stayed quiet before asking him if he remembered anything, to which he responded with some. You felt like you finally lost him.

Dylan didn’t want to tell you he was coming home. He knew he messed up majorly the past month. He just was so exhausted from filming that nights would end with his phone dead and sleeping on his trail without a charger. He tried to text you, but his service in the woods was shit. He wanted to tell you, he tried. But his dumb-ass drunk self ruined it all for him, and his co-star Hailey and her girlfriend reminded him of you so much he would cry some nights because he missed you so much.

Walking into your shared apartment he was ready to hold you again. Ready to kiss you forever until he died in your arms. As he walked around everything was deserted, you were not there and he could tell. Walking into the bedroom he saw how things were left open and clothes were everywhere and his heart dropped. You left. Not giving up, he kept looking for you in the apartment, finding nothing.

“fuck!” Dylan kicked the wall next to him putting his head in his hands frustrated. he knew where you would go, it’s no surprise that you would be at your friend's house. so he made it his mission to get you back home.

Knocking on the door took your attention off of your Netflix show. Standing up carefully you walked towards the door slightly opening it, scared that a murderer was there to get you. It was the second scariest thing though, Dylan.

“wha-“ he moved the door and walked in shutting it closed behind him before you could even finish your sentence

“you left?” sadness filled his features staring at you with so much compassion and question

“i-“ nothing could come out. why? “I had too,” whispered it mostly to yourself. he stepped forward as you stood still “I lost you Dylan.” finally saying the truth what’s been holding your tongue down forever

“what? you lose me? what the hell is that supposed to mean y/n?” picking up his voice a little you didn’t know what to do

“when is the last time we actually talked?” looking. at him, you tried to stay strong, as the question hit him he was left in silence “when you asked me how my day was? or if I was okay that you were gone? or told me that you loved me?”

“i-i don’t remember.” looking down in defeat tears started to form in your eyes.

“three weeks ago. it was the last time you said it to me. so you can see how I lost you.” he reached for your hand but you didn’t let him take it

“baby-please, I do love you.” moving his hand to your chin he moved your head up to see your teary eyes

“then why? why Dylan was it that I sat at home every day overthinking. I thought, maybe he is sleeping with someone else while I’m sitting here in our apartment.” he shook his head immediately

“sleeping with someone else? as you crazy? y/n-“ he moved both of his palms to cup your face “I fucking love you, I would die for you. I tried calling you, I swear. we were in the woods and they told me there would be service. baby, I called you over twenty times a day every day to talk but it kept going to voicemail. it just wouldn’t go through. I would spend nights crying myself to sleep fucking wishing I was at home with you, kissing you, making love to you.” your tears started to fall at his words

“dyl-“ he cut you off to continue his speech to you

“Hailey, she’s the girl you heard on the phone. she and her girlfriend reminded me of you.” he smiled at you rolling your eyes playfully “I’m sorry my drunk self didn’t say anything else when I wish I did.” he paused to look at you “I do love you, and I missed you so much beautiful.” he leaned his forehead on yours still making eye contact with you “I love you, okay?” nodding your head he connected your lips together which you both missed so much in the past month “I want you to come to set with me, stay with me, please?” the sad look in his eyes you could never say no

“Okay.” smiling at your boyfriend you softly kissed him again “I love you dork.” wrapping your arms around his neck he grabbed your waist pushing you towards the closest wall kissing you with so much passion

“Please don’t have sex in my hallway.” you both froze at your best friend's voice. you looked up and smiled apologetically

“let’s get you home now.” Dylan interfered laughed at the two of you

“Okay.” looking back towards Dylan you kissed him again ready to head home.

[supernovafics]

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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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

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

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

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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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Updated Masterlist

A list of all my works, covering all the way from 2013 to today. My writing style was ROUGH back in the day, so please be kind lmao Enjoy! 

Teen Wolf

Characters:

General:

Locked in the School with the Nogitsune-6/14/2014

The First Meeting-2/18/2015

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Date Night, Peter Hale Style-12/19/2013

The Alpha I Love to Hate-6/9/2014

The Leather Jacket-10/2/2014

Stood Up-11/14/2014

Derek Hale: 

Wine Tasting-12/21/3013

My Angel-8/27/2014

Stiles Stilinski:

Raving With Stiles-2/1/2014

Mags & Stiles-Raving With Stiles Part 2-4/8/2014

The Hole in the Wall-10/19/2014

Her Green Crayon-1/16/2015

Isaac Lahey: 

His Anchor-4/24/2014

Actors:

Daniel Sharman:

Flirty Daniel-12/16/2013

Fun in the Sun-12/16/2013

Mario Kart-12/17/2013

Paintballing-12/20/2013

Daniel’s Christmas Star-1/11/2014

Wolf Watch Fluff-2/4/2014

Flappy Bird in Paris-3/31/2014

Ice Bucket Challenge-8/19/2014

Lost in Greece-12/5/2014

Ian Bohen: 

Hi-Five-1/8/2014

Hoechlbear, Bobo, and Colton Take New York-4/17/2014

Stolen Kisses-7/26/2015

Dylan O’Brien:

Dylan’s Best Friend-1/10/2014

Dylan’s Best Friend Part 2-2/23/2014

Tyler Hoechlin:

The Snowball Fight-12/16/2013

A Good Day-12/17/2013

The Argument-3/8/2014

Hollywood Knights-3/15/2014

Max Carver

Amusement Park With Max-12/23/2013

Stranger Things

Characters:

Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove Drabble-4/19/2022

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader-4/23/2022

More Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader-4/26/2022

Oldie From the Drafts-4/30/2022

Hargrove-Stan Request-5/7/2022

Billy’s Girl-11/20/2023

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington Fluff-4/21/2022

Mini Steve Harrington Fluff-4/23/2022

Shut it, Harrington-4/26/2022

Screw Company Policy-5/1/2022

Bet’s On-11/20/2023

Ted Lasso

Characters:

Roy Kent

The Text -11/22/2023

That’s My Girl-11/23/2023

Stress Relief -11/26/2023

Roy Kent Fluff -11/30/2023

Miscellaneous

Hate To Watch You Go, But Love To Watch You Leave-(Mark Trent x Reader) 11/8/2023

Should I Stay, Or Should I Go (Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader) 11/20/2023

[nikoruistyping]

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Hi!~ Wanna request something for me to write about? Here are some details and guidelines to follow:

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

MCU (Peter Parker (both MCU & TASM), Tony Stark & the occasional Steve Rogers), Tom Holland, Dylan O’Brien (Some of his TV/Movie Characters as well but rare), Stranger Things (Steve or Eddie), Some Animes/Mangas (Please specify which one and I will accept or decline depending on which one it is), Some Bands/Musical Artists (Please specify which one and I will accept or decline depending on which one it is)

WHAT ARE MY LIMITS?

Things I’m not comfy writing about are...

Non consensual activities (CONSENT IS COOL FOLKS)

Underaged sex (All my fanfics it’s implied the person is 18+ unless stated otherwise in the information)

Character or Person x Character (Just ask what pairings I would be willing to do, there are some I will accept and others I will deny, for the most part I do mostly Character or Person x fem!reader)

Severe Mental Illnesses (I am willing to write only about what Im educated on! PTSD, Depression & Anxiety are the only 3 Im comfy writing about but that is only because I have experience and know what it’s like to have them because I personally suffer from them. One’s Im not familiar with or Im not educated on are absolutely not happening)

No Furries/Animals or Mecha/Robots

No Devil/Satan, Medieval/Fantasy or like King/Queen or God Related AU’s

No Threesomes/Polygamy or Harmful/Purposeful Cheating

Dark kink themes (BDSM, yandere, kidnapping, blood/gore, extreme violence or pain, toxic/abusive behavior, incest, dubcon and etc.)

These topics just make me uncomfortable and I will deny requests asking for such things! I am free to deny or delete/ignore any requests that ask for anything else I’m not comfortable writing or seems out of my boundaries or comfort zone!

WHAT GENERES/AU’S CAN I REQUEST?

Smut, Fluff and Angst

Most AU’s are fine as long as it doesn't go past my boundaries which are listed above! ^

If you are requesting Tony Stark specifically please NO ENDGAME AU’s

HOW DO I REQUEST?

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Please note that Requests take at least 5-7 days for me to write and that also is taking into account how busy I am so please be patient I will get to your request! Slow and steady wins the race!

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[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter Six

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

“Stiles. You can’t keep putting yourself in the middle of danger.”

“Lydia I don’t put myself in danger blindly, I do it to protect you from danger.”

Dylan inches closer to me, his lips light as a feather and devoid of any real passion. I touched his hand before I moved closer pressing my lips to his again in order to redo the kiss that was supposed to scream passion.

Our kiss deepened as I straddled his lap, letting my tongue bully his gently. He pulled away, “I don’t think Holland will do all that…”

Still straddling him I said, “Can I be jealous if she does?” Smiling big like a kid who got the exact thing he wanted for Christmas he only wrapped his around me more, keeping me his hostage.

We stayed up watching movies until my dad knocked again, “Hey. I’m gonna come in now. Cover up.”

We both laughed, when he continued, “I’m gonna head to bed. Dylan – 9 AM call in. Don’t be late. And here since you’ve already helped yourself.”

He tossed him the box of condoms and Dylan died holding in his laughter as my Dad left. His cheeks brushed up bright red and I could feel the second hand embarrassment setting in.

We fell asleep watching Netflix and avoiding having sex with my Dad across the hall. My alarm went off and Dylan was not about waking up at all. Tyler was right, he wasn’t a morning person. After he finally got up he drove like a maniac to the lot. Thankfully my Dad left way earlier than either of us so we avoided some dirty glares and a walk of shame.

Dylan was the last to arrive but he apparently didn’t go through make up or hair either. He parked his car and sat back prepping me on today, “Today is still gonna be really long even without hair and shit. 17 hours. You don’t have to stay the whole time. Here take my keys, whenever you’re ready take my car.”

He jumped out while I put his keys in my purse and he opened my door taking my hand. I asked him, “What’s the first thing you do?”

He headed straight for the craft service room filled with food and coffee. “Hungry?” I shook my head and put a bagel in a napkin and offered to make the coffee. He said, “Come on. We’ll go to my trailer then I’ll get the breakdown of today, how much time we have.”

After we got back to his trailer with his character’s name on it a PA came knocking to let him know when his scenes would be and when he was needed. He had two hours until he had rehearsal and testing then his scene would be directly after. The rest of the scenes would be smaller and less work. He told the PA he was gonna shower then he’d go to wardrobe. I looked at him like he was crazy, his trailer seemed typically not over done, but he had a shower?

He took my hand as he sipped his coffee, “Come shower with me. Keep me company, save water and shit.”

The shower was this beautiful huge glass door shower that you’d never know existed. He took off his shirt smoothly and let it drop to the floor as I followed suit.

He took off his pants so expertly it made me wonder what kind of past he had, besides his ex.

He leaned into me teasing me and not yet kissing me as he undid my bra. His fingers danced along my back, skating over my rib cage, and tugging the cups down enough to slink the bra off my arms entirely. I still got the chills and all the feels I thought would fade by now.

My bra discarded to the floor, I felt his hands around my waist pull me closer to his body, kissing my shoulder. His soft hands tickled my hips before he pushed the sides of my panties down, urging them off.

I felt tempted to touch him back so badly my idle hands palmed his hard on through the material of his boxers. Stepping out of my panties I blushed knowing he was looking at every inch of me. Lowering myself down and my eyes fixed on his towering above me letting my hands smooth over his hard member.

“Not yet. I don’t wanna cum yet…” he couldn’t catch his breath as he spoke. I was still holding mine and my lungs wanted to burst.

Taking his hand I stood up as he reached inside the door to turn on the shower on and next thing I knew his arms around me pulling me inside with him. Nothing about this shower was to wash off. We didn’t want to wash each other off in the slightest, we wanted to drown in each other.

Reaching behind him I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed his it right above his head laughing as it only made his hair even more wild.

I watched him rinse off, backing away but holding his hand, admiring every toned muscle now wet. Dylan was hard to resist even before his shirt came off and now I was even more in trouble now that it had.

It was almost as if he could hear me when he came towards me, body against mine and mine against the shower wall as our tongues touched. I lifted my leg so my knee was against his hip when he bent down enough to pick me up. Wrapping my legs around him as he held me up.

I moaned feeling his length and width fill between my legs. He moaned a quiet fuck as we both tried to catch my breathe. We both heard a knock and froze hoping they’d go away. “Dyl! It’s me, Posey! Bro you awake?”

“He’ll leave. Shhh…”

Dylan’s hips slowly moved again, fucking me again, kissing anywhere his lips could reach. Dylan heard the door open and he shouted to Posey, “Dude I’m in the shower. What’s up?”

His hips still going I pushed my lips against his shoulder to keep myself quiet.

Tyler spoke again, “I heard you were on set and I hadn’t seen you. Are you seriously still mad at me?”

Dylan sighed loudly kissing my cheek and apologizing, “I’m not mad but I’m showering my girl bro. Together. I wouldn’t deny being inside her right now.”

Posey died laughing and apologized a million times as he left. “I’m your girl now huh?”

He was done teasing, done drawing it out when his thrusts only became faster and harder. My arms around his neck he told me, “Oh you’re mine alright.”

Putting me down, he turned me around so my hands were on the shower wall and my ass was out. His knuckles brushed my soaking wet slit until he found exactly where he shoved every inch to my hilt. Pushing my ass back against me I was chasing relief.

“Fuck,” I heard it slip from his mouth as I kept pushing back onto him, “Dylan. Oh my god.” His hands got tighter on my hips, he knew I was coming by the way I pulsed around him. As I came I felt him pull out leaving this empty feeling before I felt his fist against my ass as he helped himself cum. Almost immediately, I felt the warm ropes of his orgasm splatter against my ass before he pushed me against the wall again kissing me my shoulder.

“You called me baby.”

I laughed shaking my head, “I did no such thing.”

After cleaning up Dylan dawned a robe closed up and I gave his such an odd look as he explained, “I’ve got wardrobe next. I’m over getting gonna get dressed to get naked.” I laughed again as I threw my hair in a bun before we left for wardrobe.

Tyler was on a golf cart laughing as we walked by and he shouted, “Dylan! Hey!” Dylan hugged him tight in a way everyone knew they were mentally apologizing and reconnecting.

I touched Dylan’s shoulder and whispered, “I’ll meet you on stage. You two bond.” I went to search for my dad who I knew never let the stage. “Pops. Prepping?”

He was in the chair labeled executive produce highlighting the daily script and marking notes. “Here with your new boyfriend?”

He didn’t even look up to see my reaction but sure as hell felt me swat his arm, “He’s just… a friend… I don’t know. We don’t have to date because he took my virginity.”

He threw his hands over his ears quickly and made a face of someone who witnessed an episode of fear factor that involved bugs.

I sat down next to him, examining the set and layout as I’ve picked up from my Dad. “Hey, are you guys doing a wide lens shot? This is Dylan’s scene right?”

My dad raised an eyebrow, “Why? What are you thinking?” I stood up looking at the visual elements of the set which wasn’t many and the tone was much darker then anything needing a wide shot. “Tighter shot. Straight on. Then a shift when they kiss. Side by side then a ground shot to fade.”

My dad stood up with me following me as I spoke and looked at the set design, “Well then. Direct next week. Until then I’ll let the director know I’m changing the shot.”

I sat down in the chair next to his as I watched him talking to the crew about changing the camera angles for the shot. My dad sat down again pulling his bag into his lap pulling out scripts and handing them to me. “Read these 4 and let me know which you’re gonna direct.”

I started flipping through them not really reading but browsing Dylan’s parts only without realizing it. The script the furtherest out spoke to me, Dylan’s character was in full swing and losing his mind. His support system was trying to reach him but couldn’t. There was a shower scene with another main character trying to pull him out of the depths of his mind trying to appeal to his virginity. It was dark for TV and felt very real. I read it all the way through until I felt Dylan’s hand on my shoulder scaring me.

In a low voice he spoke right into my ear, “I gotta do this scene. You okay watching some girl kiss me?”

I saw a redhead hit the stage and prepare for her marks and suddenly I got self conscious. I knew it was fake, she was probably with someone else in real life, but it was still an intimate moment.

Dylan stepped in front of my view, “It’s just acting. Don’t forget? Lines I remember to say, choreography I’ve learned. Okay?” I shook my head unsure of how I’d react or feel seeing it. We may not have been in love but our connection was very deep.

My dad leaned in, “Dylan get on mark. She’ll be okay.”

Once Dylan was going over marks with the director my dad said, “Sure you wanna watch? Most girlfriends don’t. It always starts drama between couples, insecurities, jealously.”

I told him, “No, I wanna support him. He asked me to come.” The Director said, “Quiet on set! Phones off! Actors mark, ready, take one, action!” I watched the science unfold as Dylan expressed his love and need to protect Lydia from danger before the kissing began. Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips kept touching. Dylan’s hands grasped her hips the way he did mine in the shower earlier. I saw their lips separate and their tongues touch.

Their kiss deepened and there was no cut yelled from the director but Dylan’s body fell back on the bed in the scene as Lydia’s body gently laid on top of him. They kissed with her very short dress riding up even more and Dylan’s hands having little room to wander without being on her skin. I was getting antsy in my chair watching and wondering how far this would go. Finally the director yelled cut and I shot up from my seat.

Dylan shouted, “How Long were you gonna make us do that? What the fuck.”

My dad shouted to Dylan, “You said no sex scenes. We gotta milk it. Stiles is a virgin, he’s not gonna just stop at a kiss with his dream girl.”

Dylan didn’t look too pleased, “Can we take 5?”

Director shouted back, “Take 5! Back to first marks.”

Dylan shouted once again, “Can I get some help over here?”

My dad leaned over, “He needs your sweater. Less embarrassing if it’s you.” Shouting to Dylan, “It’s coming Dyl. Hang tight.

[skiesofthesketchy]

Skiesofthesketchy’s 1k followers celebration!!!

 Hi lovelies! So I hit 1k followers a little while ago... what?!!

Okay, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! My mind is blown. Your support means everything to me! 💕 Truly, I appreciate all of you so much for reading my stuff. My heart is full, I love you. I’m also so happy that I’ve been able to talk to a handful of you, and I love that we’re friends! If we haven’t talked, don’t be shy, I love new friends :)

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I wanted to do a lil something special to celebrate, so me and my boo @rafej-cambanks made a prompt list !!

Send in ANY character from Outer Banks or Teen Wolf with one of these prompts and I’ll write out a lil blurb 💕I might combine requests if I find it works. I’m also down to do Dylan O’Brien or any of his characters :)

** You can specify if you want [ angst / smut / fluff ] or you can just let my imagination run wild lol

** I don’t mind writing fem!reader x fem!character

** If you would like a male!reader insert, please let me know! 

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