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semicolonsspace · 1 year ago

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Him (your favorite) (Stiles//Dylan O'Brien)

No use of names. Just pet names and Y/n.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Roleplay, unprotected sex, edging, begging, praise kink, degradation kink, Bondage (use of handcuffs), breeding kink, stretch kink(?), mommy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace.

"Honey, I'm home," he yells as he shuts the door. He would always do this, he would always say it's 'hilarious'. Y/n found it humorous so soon after they made it a thing she started doing it as well. But except she put her spin onto it, talking like a 1940s housewife that just got back running errands.

Y/n rounds the corner to the front door. She was wearing his favorite, his T-shirt and shorts— or at least he thought she was wearing some; She wasn't. She was doing errands around the house in his shirt—Which mostly consisted of organizing the new room they had just renovated— more like Y/n renovated because she wanted it to be perfect!

"Hello, dear," she says in her housewife's voice. He laughs at her and pulls her in by the hips to kiss her. His hands snaked under the shirt she wore and slapped her ass when he realized she was only wearing underwear and his shirt. "You tryna kill me today?" He asks in a guttural groan. Her forehead rested on his as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend of two wonderful years. "Not currently."

He gave her a playful shrewd look. "I think I'm already dead, then," he hums suggestively as he pulls hair out of her face, then resting his hand to cup it. His soft touch sent a chill down her spine as she stared up at him with lust that was masked by playfulness. "Oh, yeah?" She starts as she bats her eyelashes. "Well, I guess I might have to resurrect you."

He looked intrigued by her choice of words, choosing a decision for himself he indulged her humorous antics. "How so?"

"By laying you on my sacrificial altar bed and extracting your life force fluids," she jokingly purrs at him. That seemed good enough for him because he slung her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As he walked he shreaded his layers then threw her on their bed.

Y/n scolded him for being so careless, as she almost hit her head on the metal bed frame. She pulls him down, and pulls his shirt off effortlessly—as she had done it so many times before due to the numerous times of "catching up sex" they had due to his work. She pins his pale buffed arms to the mattress while speaking. "Now, baby. Don't you remember how I said 'I' have to extract some fluids?"

He looks up at her and smirks. He decided to indulge her roleplay and started improvising lines. "Please, don't hurt me— I'll be good— you said you needed fluids, take my spit anything but my blood!" He whined with feigning horror. But she knew he was aroused, she could feel it— feel his 7-inch cock pressing— begging to be drained by her— and if he was lucky he could have her cunt to grip her tight.

Y/n chuckles darkly, something he thought was too authentic to be in their present roleplay. "I never specified which fluid I needed, dummy."

His eyes widened when he 'realized' what she meant. "By all means, go ahead— just don't kill me— please—" he begged once more. Y/n plants a soft kiss on his pointed elf-like nose as if saying 'good.'

That led to having him cuffed to the bed for hours. Her hand wrapped around his cock— jerking it just to stop before he would release. She wanted him to explode when he did so. And she wanted it to be inside of her. She wanted to feel the familiarity of the thick warm liquid rife her up just for it to enter her cervix. She was on the pill, plus she had a few boxes of plan B she liked to keep a stack of.

"Mama! Please! Just let me cum! I'll be good!" He screams, fake tears streaming from his eyes. Some of them were genuine tears from how delicious the pleasure was.

"Will you be my little ingredient holder?" She tilted her head as she spoke, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. "I need lots of human sperm to make my potions, would you like that? For me to milk you dry every day?"

He lets out a guttural groan that she didn't think was part of the roleplay. This was purely him. He was enjoying every bit of this, lapping up all the attention his girlfriend gave her.

The last statement was proved by his hips thrusting into her hips in an attempt to chase his orgasm. She stops and rubs his stomach. "How many times was that? 6 times? 6 potential orgasms just for me to stop... That makes me powerful don't you think? To have the ability to stop you from doing something your body chases? It's okay though, you'll get it soon."

Then her cunt was hovering over his red cock that was tortured for the last 2 hours. He nodded eagerly as he babbled how much he needed her to finish him off— to give her the "ingredient" she needed. She sat on him, wincing at how big he was, Every time she had him in her at first she would always be shocked by how much he stretched her fluttering walls.

"Going to be the best ingredient ever— make the strongest potion," she praises, continuing their little roleplay. He didn't seem to be acting anymore due to the immense pleasure, mostly just him begging for mercy for her to finish him off finally.

"For fucks sake— please just ride me, mama— need it," he whines, actual tears falling down his face. He was ruined— disheveled. And she felt glorious; she had done that. She had made him feel so divine just for her to deny his unholy release six whole times.

Y/n clicks her tongue and slaps his chest slightly, before reaching back and squeezing his balls. By his reaction she knew it was painful from how much he groaned— a different type of groan— he needed that release and she was just toying with him— She had been toying with him this whole time. "Next time you won't finish. I may need the ingredient but I can always use other fluids," she warns darkly.

He seemed to get that she was still roleplaying and nodded, breathing a sorry that was soon sucked in as she started hopping on him, his dick curve hitting her spot every time she sheathed onto him.

Her hands rested on his pecs before finding his nipples and tugging on them harshly. "Pretty boy looks so good fucked out for me," she whispers into his ear, her one hand caressing his sweaty hair. "Only for you." His eyes flutter, his mouth staying open. She kissed him— now instead of hopping, she was rocking into him, which seemed more sensual to them as they moaned in sync, telling each other they loved each other, completely forgetting about the roleplay. Now it was just the couple of two years that have lived with each other for eleven months.

Y/n reaches for the cuffs and he shakes his head while begging a no. "Keep them on, please," he moans.

Her mouth forms a smile before opening from the pleasure. She gets an idea so they both have what they want. "Wanna feel you touch me," she says uncuffing one singular cuff. His hand immediately finds her hip while his hips thrust into her—seeming like he was trying to gain control.

"Fucking being a brat for not letting me cum, baby," he groans as he pinches her nipple. She smiles at him before kissing his neck. "Good," she whispers, before unlatching the other cuff. Then she was flipped on her stomach, her ass in the air, her face buried in the mattresses as he plunged his abused cock into her. "Oh, you feel so good—way better than your hand, that's for damn sure," he murmurs breathily. Y/n was clawing at the mattress, bratty almost pornographic moans being muffled into the light grey satin sheets.

She lifts her head finally, positioning her body to arch, her elbows propping her up as he continued to rail her pussy into oblivion. "Cum in me— wanna feel you-"

He cuts her off before she continues with a humorous moaning chuckle. "Trust me, I'm gonna fucking milk every fuckin' drop inside this pussy, gonna stuff it full so you can carry my baby," he growls, making his thrust harder to punch— not kiss— her cervix. She squeals as a sudden wave of intense pleasure knocks her out. Her vision faded black and he coaxed her, his thrust becoming sloppy before he stilled in her. He doubles over from the climax, whispering praises into her ear. "S'good, I love you so much, honey," was all she could make out.

She thought he was the one who was going to be exhausted but he kept going, his cock continuing to piston inside of her for round two. She was more than okay with it, letting him use her just how he wanted; he deserved it.

By the time he stuffs her brim full with a second orgasm, she is on her back. The cum oozed out of her cunt as he pestered wet-sloppy and open-mouth kisses all over her neck and chest. She was bound to have marks all over her in the morning. "Look at that, baby," he says as he plays with his release around the hole. He was still inside, his finger lapping up the release and stuffing it back into her.

"Fuck, don't do that, or we're doing a round three," y/n squeals. He smiles cheekily at her and stuffs his finger into her again.

His cock and his finger were both inside, stretching her to limits she never thought she would be able to with him. Then he starts thrusting slowly, his vacant hand holding her ankle in the air so he can have maximum access to his favorite toy.

"We need to get those ankle holders like hospitals have so I can fuck you better," he says between grunts. "Or a fuck machine so I can get payback."

At the mention of the machine, she screams, especially because he removes his finger and presses it onto her stomach. "Scream for me again, baby: tell the whole fuckin' neighborhood I'm breeding my little whore again."

And she did, she couldn't take his rough thrust with his hand pushing on her stomach, it made her tighter— sensitive. But she could not bring herself to stop such amazing pleasure.

His stamina never seemed to shock Y/n. It did at first, having to beg her to eat her out. She let him, barely saying no simply because it was a win-win. He would always say "I get pleasure from eating my girl out, I don't need anything else." Which she loved, it almost became a love language for him to do so. While she answer emails for her stay-at-home job—when he was home that is— he would rarely pass an opportunity to either 1: eat her out or two: fuck her while she worked— and trust the universe, he made sure she would take it while working whatever she did on her computer.

He soon got tired of the position and pulled her by her thighs, manhandling her and flipping her back on her stomach. Y/n pushed herself down the bed, her feet touching the ground in front of him. He pushed himself back in, his hands grabbing her hips so he could pull her back onto him repeatedly. His thrust was a little harder, exactly how she wanted right now, making loud pleasured moans to leave her lips— along with many praise for him for how good he made her feel.

She then pushes herself off, causing them both to stand, he gets the hint and pulls her close, grabbing by the throat to choke her. Her vision fades a bit, from the pleasure of his cock hitting her cervix and his slender hand stifling air from her throat. "I love you, honey. 'Missed you at work; 'Could only think of my beautiful girl all alone at home," he says between moans. "My good fucking girl," he growls as he moves her hair from her face just to return to her throat. His thrust never faltered either, his words, and admiration, all pushing her over the edge so hard she went limp. "Did I fuck you too dumb, baby? Awe, my poor baby." He then pushes her face back into the mattress, spreading her cheeks to gain better access to his cock moving into her pussy repeatedly. "Take me so well," he groans, massaging the fatty flesh of her rump.

Y/n was too far into subspace to talk. She could barely even comprehend his dirty words, plus the painful pleasure she had from overstimulation of her recent orgasm was going straight to her head.

He continues to fuck her, eventually picking her back up and carrying her to the bathroom—while fucking her. Her arms wrap around his shoulder lazily, his hands steadily gripping her ass to push her onto his cock repeatedly. He lays her down in the huge circle bathtub, turning the water on and continuing his work to chase his own orgasm. "Baby, fucking love you and your pussy, both of my girls make me so happy," he then doubles over, his face going for her neck, stifled whimpers escaping his mouth traveling from her neck to her ears.

Y/n holds him, her hands rubbing his back as he finishes for the third time inside of her. "I love you too, dear," she whispers. He whimpers causing her to chuckle. "Too sensitive?" She asks, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. He nods into her and she splashes water onto his body. "You wanna take a nap in the bathtub?"

He moves his face to look at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Honey, as much as I love being in your embrace, I don't want to risk you drowning."

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darknqlmes · 11 months ago

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Chapter Five: The End?

While everyone was running through the maze following Liliana, they got to a section that was numbered seven. They all ran through it, and when they got to a little corner, Liliana looked and saw grievers.

Liliana looked at everyone and moved a finger to her mouth, telling them to be quiet. After discussing what to do for a few minutes, they all started charging for the door and grievers.

Liliana fought for a while until she got to the door and started putting in the code when she got stung by a griever and screamed so loudly that everyone was covering their ears, and the grievers were shrieking in pain.

When she stopped screaming, all the grievers were gone, so she yelled for everyone to follow her. She put the rest of the code in and the metal door shut, and it was pitch black.

They saw a green light shine in their faces, and another door opened, but this time it led to a long hallway. They all looked around, then started following Liliana.

"Lily, where are we going?" Liliana looked at Newt and shrugged. "I don't know, but I have this feeling that we need to follow the hallway down this way." After a while, they got to a door that has a bright sign on top that says 'EXIT'.

They entered the room and saw that it was like a lab of some sort, and Liliana started getting visions.

Vision

"Liliana, sweetheart. I need you to follow me." Young Liliana looked up to her mother, or at least she thought she was her mother, and smiled, thinking she was finally going to play. "Okay, Mom, are we finally playing?"

Ava smiled lightly. "No, but we will soon just follow me, darling." Young Liliana followed her mother when they got into a room and saw an older male with a shot. "Mommy, I don't want a shot! Please don't make me get it!"

Young Liliana begged her mother, and all her mother did was nod her head to the scientist, and two other men came and grabbed young Liliana by the arms.

While young Liliana was screaming, crying, and begging her mom to stop, her mother did nothing but just watch. Young Liliana was set on the bed and tied down so she wouldn't move around too much.

She saw the man with the shot move it closer to her arm and started crying even more, then looked at her mom.

"Please, Mommy, don't do this! I don't want to die! I thought we were going to play!" Her mother looked at her and walked out of the room, leaving her weeping daughter in the room with three men.

When young Liliana felt the shot impale her arm, she screamed in pain, and everything went black.

End of Vision

Liliana gasped a little as she came back from her vision. Minho, Newt, and Thomas all looked at her with worried expressions.

Liliana looked up at them and said, "I'm fine. Sorry, I just thought I saw something." They all looked a little hesitant, but left it at that.

Liliana then saw this button on a screen-type thing and pressed it. Nothing happened for a moment, then she saw her mother on the screen. "Mother?" "Hello, my name is Dr. Ava Page. I'm the director of operations for the world catastrophe. Kill zone Department...

If you're watching this, that means you've successfully completed the maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you.

But circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now you all must be very confused, angry, and frightened. I can only assure you of everything that's happened to you.

Everything we've done to you. It was all done for a reason. You won't remember, but the sun has scorched our world.

Billions of lives were lost to fire, famine, and suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable, and what came after was worse.

We called it the flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, and incurable. Or so we thought.

In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure.

But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed. Inside harsh environments where their brain could be actively studied.

All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different? You may not realize it, but you're very important.

Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you'll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods.

Progress is slow, people are scared, and it may be too late for us. For me, but not for you. The outside world awaits, and Liliana, if you're watching this, I love you. And remember, wickedness is good."

Then Dr. Ava Page shot the gun that was pointed at her head. And Liliana lets out a cry.

"Mother!"Liliana then falls to the ground, and Newt holds her while she cries for the person that she considers a mother.

They then heard a noise, looked at the direction the noise came from, and saw Gally with a gun. "No." Thomas tries to approach Gally.

"Gally?" Newt put his hand up. "Don't. He's been stung." "We can't leave." Liliana sees that Gally's hand is shaking. "We did, Gally. We're out. We're free."

Gally tilts his head a bit, looking at Thomas. "Free? You think we're free out there? No, no, there's no escape from this place." Gally then raises the gun and points it at Thomas.

"Gally, listen to me. You're not thinking straight. You're not; know that we can help you. Just put down the gun."

"I belong to the maze." "Just put down the gun." "We all do." Gally then shot the gun, but Minho threw the wooden stick, and it hit Gally in the chest, and he let out a gasp and fell to the ground.

Liliana gasped a little, then looked at Thomas. "Thomas." Thomas then saw blood leaking out of Liliana's shirt.

Liliana started falling when Thomas caught her, and she let out a groan. When she landed on the ground, Thomas grabbed her face with one hand and the other, putting pressure on the wound.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Liliana, look at me; just hang on." Liliana grabbed Thomas's forearm. Liliana then gave him a little wooden bear.

"No, no, Liliana, you're going to give it to her yourself. Remember, I told you that." "Take it; I made it for you."

Newt and Minho then fell to the ground next to Thomas and Liliana. "Thank you, thank you. For being like an older brother."

Newt then said something. "No, Liliana, you-." Liliana then let out her last breath of air, and her chest stopped moving.

"Lily? Lily? Hey, hey, Lily, come on! No, wake up." Thomas started crying, and Newt covered his mouth. "No, we made it come on." Thomas started shaking her body.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Then the metal door opened, and light poured inside the lab. While Thomas kept sobbing over Liliana.

"Thomas." Minho said this while people in suits started running to get everyone out. Everything faded for Thomas. "GET UP, LILLY! COME ON!" Thomas screamed, shaking her body even more.

One of the men tried getting Thomas off of Liliana's dead body, but Thomas shoved him back and hugged Liliana's body.

Then two men grabbed both of Thomas's arms and dragged him out while Thomas was screaming for Liliana. As they got farther and farther away, Thomas was still screaming after Liliana.

When he was pulled outside, he looked around in shock to see it was all desert and started running with the guards to the helicopter. While also looking back to the lab.

Thomas got pushed into the helicopter and sat down while a guard shut the door to the helicopter. "You guys, alright? Don't worry, you're safe now."

For a few moments, they all stared at the man who asked them if they were okay, then looked outside of the helicopter to see the maze.

As they flew away, we went back to the lab and saw that Liliana was still on the ground when, all of a sudden, she let out a gasp.

{Hey guys, thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed this book, and don't worry, I will be making the second part of the story in a while. I've been busy with school and life, but I hope you all have an amazing day or night!!!}

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