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

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

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

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

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

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

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

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

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

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

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were on Wattpad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What if I don’t get turned?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do I bite?”

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

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

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

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

“Why there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stiles.”

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

“Stiles.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then I do too.”

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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+]

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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Thomas from tmr with reader who is lretty anxious and just really afraid to be cingly so he reassures her

you had been in the glade for a few weeks now, but the constant anxiety and fear never seemed to diminish. the towering stone walls of the maze, the grievers lurking in the darkness, and the ever—looming question of how you got here kept you up at night. thomas had become your closest friend in this strange place, and you were afraid of becoming too clingy, too dependent on his presence.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the gladers gathered around the fire, you found yourself sitting alone on a log, lost in your thoughts. you couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that the maze instilled in you. “hey, (y/n),” a familiar voice said, pulling you out of your reverie. thomas was standing there, a concerned look on his face. you forced a smile, trying to hide your anxiety. “hey, tommy.”

he sat down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “you seem a little distant today. is everything okay?” you hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in him. “it's just— this place, the maze, it terrifies me. i'm afraid of being a burden to you. i don't want to be too clingy.”

thomas looked at you with understanding in his eyes. “you're not a burden to anyone, especially not me. we're all in this together, and we look out for each other. it's okay to lean on your friends when you're scared. i promise you're not being clingy.” his words were like a warm blanket, wrapping around your anxious heart. you let out a sigh of relief. “thanks, tommy. it's just hard sometimes, you know?”

he nodded, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. “i get it. this place is tough, and we all have our moments of fear and doubt. but we're also stronger when we stick together.” as the night grew darker, the two of you continued to talk. thomas shared stories of his own fears and doubts when he first arrived in the glade, and you realized that you weren't alone in your feelings. he made you laugh with his anecdotes and smile with his reassuring presence.

as the fire crackled and the stars shone overhead, you found yourself leaning on thomas, no longer afraid of being too clingy. In that moment, you knew that you had found someone who understood you, who would be there to chase away the shadows of fear in the maze. and as you closed your eyes, feeling safer than you had in weeks, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope in this dark and mysterious place, all because of the bond you shared with thomas.

“i like you better when you're clingy,” thomas murmured, his voice soft and affectionate. he moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you leaned into him. the warmth of his body against yours was a comfort you couldn't put into words. a soft blush crept across your cheeks, and you smiled up at him. “really?”

he nodded, his gaze locked onto yours. “yeah, really. it's not clingy; it's just us being there for each other.”

you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at his words. it was more than friendship that was blossoming between you two; it was something deeper, something that went beyond the confines of the glade. as the days passed, you and thomas became inseparable.

you'd steal moments together, whether it was a stolen kiss in the shadows of the maze or a shared smile across the campfire. the other gladers couldn't help but notice the change in your relationship, but they were supportive. after all, they had all found solace in one another in this strange and perilous place.

one evening, as the two of you were walking along the edge of the maze, fingers intertwined, you couldn't contain your feelings any longer. you stopped, turning to face thomas. “i don't just like you better when i'm clingy,” you confessed, your voice filled with sincerity. “i really like you, tom. more than just a friend.”

he smiled, his eyes reflecting the same emotions you felt. “y'know, i've felt the same way for a while now.” and with that, he leaned in, closing the gap between you, and pressed his lips to yours. it was a sweet and tender kiss, filled with unspoken promises and the hope of a future beyond the maze.

from that moment on, you and thomas were more than just friends; you were a couple, finding love and support in each other amidst the challenges and uncertainties of the glade. together, you faced the maze, the grievers, and the mysteries that surrounded your imprisonment, hand in hand, and heart to heart. and as you lay next to him under the starry glade sky, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could conquer anything that came your way.

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emilym7411 · 1 year

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Just acting (D.O) Smut + Angst

Warnings🛑: smut- daddy kink (daddy is used once), pet names (doll, darling, baby), praise kink, cursing, unprotected sex (just wear a damn condom). Angst- crying, yelling. Fluff at the end =)

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Dylan and I never got along. Since the first day I started working on the set of Teen Wolf, he's always had it in of me.

I have no clue why he's being such a dick about everything, because no one else is.

After 3 weeks of him being a total ass, I decided that I was going start being rude back to him.

*knock* *knock*

"Hey, uh you're being called to set." I told Dylan when he opened his trailer door

"They could've texted me, so why the hell did they send you to come and tell me?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"Do I look like a fucking mind reader Dylan?"

"No, but you do look like a stuck up bitch."

"Your mom should've swallowed you." I said, turning around and walking away before he could say something else.

As I made my way back to set, I heard footsteps running up behind me.

"You're a stuck up bitch and you're rude."

"Go cry about it." I told him as I kept walking.

"They should've hired someone else to be my love interest."

"I agree."

For some reason that made Dylan stop.

"Did you just say that you agree with me?" He asked, he sounded shocked. I turned around and looked at him, he had a shit eating grin on his face that I would give anything for, just to smack it off his pretty face.

"I don't see the issue with that." I stated

"You never agree with me. On anything."

"Look princess. We're about to shoot a sex scene together, the least we can do is try to be a little nicer to each other, just until the scene is over." I told him.

"Did you just call me princess?" Dylan asked. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

Once we made it there, the director told us to undress and put on underwear. The underwear we were going to be wearing was the same color as our skin tone, so that we look naked, without actually being fully naked.

After we put on the underwear, we put our clothes back on and got ready for the scene.

It was officially time to shoot the scene, I was nervous, I mean who wouldn't be when they're about to have "sex" with Dylan O'Brien?

"And action!" The director yelled.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Stiles asked as he looked at me. We where in Stiles's room, studying for a test we had tomorrow.

"Just thinking." I replied after a short pause "about?" Stiles looked at me curiouly, setting his book down to give me his full attention.

"You." I replied simply "what about me?" "Everything. I'm thinking about how hot you look in that shirt. I'm thinking about your lips and hands all over my body." "Baby, you should've said something sooner." Stiles said as he stood up and made his way over to me.

Dylan took off his shirt, I would be lying if I said it didn't make me even the slightest bit wet. I'm honestly embarrassed about how turned on I got from just seeing him shirtless.

"Like what you see?" That was not in the script, that was purely Dylan being a cocky asshole.

"Mmm, I always do." I said, staring up at him. That shit eating grin never leaving his face for even a second, not even he crawled onto his bed and ontop of me.

"God, you really are gorgeous." He said, kissing me right after. My hands went straight to the back of his neck, my fingers playing with his hair.

We pulled apart, he waisted no time in removing my shirt and bra followed soon after, along with my pants.

Dylan moved his lips to my neck, kissing, biting and leaving bruises everywhere he could. "Fuck Stiles." I moaned

"Thats it princess, l want everyone to know how good I make you feel." "You do, you make me feel so good."

I felt his hand move between my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy.

"Ahh" I moaned when he pressed his thumb against my clit. That was also not part of the script. And yet, I still threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him.

I didn't stop him, I didn't tell him to get off of me, because although I act like I hate him, i've been so madly in love with him for last four months.

But for now, all I can do is to enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin and his hand between my legs, because I know damn well I'm not letting him know about my feelings for him.

"So fuckin' wet and all I've done is kiss you, its pathetic." He whispers in my ear, soft enough so that only I can hear.

Dylan pulled my panties aside, pushing two of his fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me.

We were both covered with duvet on his bed, the camera was still able to get all the shots that were needed, but no one could see what Dylan and I were actually doing.

"I need you." I moaned as I pulled at his hair again. "Someone's needy." Dylan replied with a smirk as he sat up, and looked down at me.

"You know, something tells me you're all bark and no bite" I said as I sat up a little, staring back at him.

"We both know thats not true doll."

"Mmm, do we though? Because it looks to me like you don't really know what you're doing."

"You shut that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan said, the smirk on his face dropping, but the one on mine growing.

"Or what hmh? Are you gonna spank me? Punish me? Because if you are, please get on with it." Before I even knew what happened Dylan turned me around, face down and ass up before grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours"

I couldn't respond, I was honestly shocked by his change in behavior, so I only nodded.

"Words baby, c'mon, you had a lot to say a minute ago." He grabbed my hair even tighter, causing a whipmer to escape my mouth. "Do you want me to fuck that pretty little cunt?" He asked slowly, kissing my neck after each word.

"Yes." I practically moaned

"Mmm, good girl"

"God, just fuck me already. Please." With that, Dylan pushed my head down again, I heard him taking off his pants.

He came up behind me, giving my ass a hard smack before rubbing the spot he hit.

"Please, Stiles. I need you. Please." Dylan leaned down, whispering in my ear "are you sure?" "Yes." I whispered back. With that, he once again pushed my underwear out of the way and pulled out his dick.

He slowly rubbed the tip over my clit and entrance, before pushing in.

"Oh fuck." I moaned when he finally bottomed out. I clenched around him, causing him to groan.

"So fucking tight." He groaned. He started fucking me at a brutal pace, its a miracle no one caught on to the fact that we weren't acting and Dylan was actually busy rearranging my guts.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop." I begged. Dylan could feel how close I was by the way I clenched around him. He pulled out and turned me over before slamming into me again.

"Cum for me baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy." "Ah fuck Stiles. I'm cumming." I moaned, scratching Dylan's back.

Dylan didn't stop fucking me. I could feel him twitch inside me. "Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up." I whispered in his ear, out of breath.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Dylan moaned in my ear as he came inside me.

Only after he pulled out did I realise what just happened.

"And cut! That was perfect guys! You guys can go get cleaned up and head home, that was our last scene for today." Russell called out.

Dylan practically ran to his trailer, leaving me on set, legs shaking and mind racing.

After I got myself cleaned up, I went over to Dylan's trailer, knocking on the door.

He opened his door, shock all over his face when he saw me.

"Y/N, what uh- what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier."

He moved out of the way, creating space for me to walk into his trailer.

"Why did you ran off like that?" I asked once he closed the door.

"I don't really know." "You're going to have to give me a little more than that Dylan."

"What do you want me to say Y/N? I was acting. Everything we did was just acting."

"It wasn't 'just acting' and you know it! You were balls deep inside me. That's not acting Dylan, thats you fucking me because you wanted to. Because maybe you don't hate me, maybe you're actually in love me and you're just to damn scared to admit it!" I yelled.

I was pissed that he couldn't admit his feelings, then again, I can't either.

"Fucking you made the scene more realistic. I don't have feelings for you. I never have and I never will. For the last time. It was JUST acting." Dylan said, his tone of voice getting madder with each word.

It hurt. His words hurt. But instead of crying about it or letting him know how much it hurt me, in front of him. I just nodded my head and left.

As soon as I closed my trailer door I called my best friend.

___Dylan's pov___

After Y/N left my trailer, I couldn't help but feel bad. I lied.

The only reason I've been such a dick to her is because I'm in love with her, i mean who wouldn't be. She's smart, funny, kind, gorgeous. She's my dream girl.

I don't know why I started being a dick to her, I don't know shy I continued being rude to her even after she was nothing but kind to me. Then she just, changed. She started being rude to me too. Thats why we are where we are right now.

When we shot that scene I didn't plan on actually fucking her, but I got lost in the moment, i just needed to feel her. I needed her, still do.

After a few minutes I decided to grow a pair and go over to her trailer to finally tell her how I feel and to apologize for everything.

___

"How could I be so stupid? Thinking he could ever love me the way I love him really is pathetic." I didnt mean to eavesdrop, but when I lifted my hand to knock, she started talking. She was crying.

Once she ended her phone call with who ever she was talking to. As soon as she did, I knocked on her door.

When she opened it, I looked at her eyes, they were red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. When she saw it was me, she tried closing the door, but I stopped it just before it closed.

"Please let me talk." I begged

"Fine. Talk." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking at me.

"I love you." I spoke after a few seconds of just staring at her. It was straight forward, but I just needed her to know how I feel, she deserves to know how I feel.

"Is this some kind of sick fucking joke, because if it is I swear to -" I cut her off by kissing her.

"I'm so sorry about everything. Ive liked you since you started working here and I don't know why I've been such a dick to you, but I just want you to know how much I like you and I really want to take you out on a date." I told her once we pulled away. "So Y/N, will you please go on a date with me?" I asked

She smiled and pulled me in for another kiss. "Yes." She said, puling away for just a second before kissing me again. "But you're going to have to do alot more that just take me on a date, to prove you're sorry for being a total ass." She said, smiling

"I promise." I said, smiling back at her.

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 7 months

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Dress

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Anonymous Request: So, like two days ago, I was reading some Stiles fics while listening to Reputation, and Dress came on and I audibly gasped when it got to the bridge. Like, I have no idea how I’ve never associated "Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut, and my hair bleached" with him, lol. So, I was wondering if you could write a Stiles x best friend! reader one-shot based on Dress? ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: As cliche as it sounds, you fell in love with Stiles' spastic personality and his keen eye for evidence. Of course, you never acted on these feelings, until Stiles invited you to a party his friend was throwing.

A/N: Yes!! This is perfect!! Enjoy, love!!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your Sister -> Lydia Martin

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

"Okay, so," Lydia paused, "What do you think of this one?" My sister turned to look at me with a lace dress in hand. She kept it on the hanger, setting it on the doorknob of her closet. Lydia had been helping for the past hour to find a dress for the party Stiles invited me to. And, of course, Lydia kept pestering me about my harbored feelings for my best friend.

I continued to tell her that it was nothing but a thought that popped into my head, but that was the complete opposite. That thought didn't just pop into my head. It was in my head almost every day. I knew I shouldn't think about him like that, but I couldn't help it. And, what made it worse, is he probably didn't feel the same.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me, and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Lydia always said that it wouldn't hurt to ask, yet in this case, it would. If I did ask, I'd risk rejection and possibly my dignity. Lydia turned around again to see me thinking to myself. "Hello, Earth to Y/N," Lydia waved her hand. I looked up at her to see her holding yet another dress with gold heels in her other hand.

"I'll go with the first one," I said.

She smiled and put the white dress back into her closet. Lydia walked over to where I sat, setting the dress on the bed. My sister clapped her hands together. "I'm so excited for you," Lydia said, sitting down beside me. "It's just a party," I shrugged, playing with the frayed edge of her comforter.

She looked at me with raised brows, her arms crossed. Lydia leaned against the headboard of her bed. "It's not just a party, Y/N/N," she said, "It's a party that the guy you like invited you to." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Stiles and I are just friends. Nothing more," I said.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

My sister rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing the heels and purse to put them beside the dress. "So, you're telling me all those stolen glances, touches on the shoulder, finding pieces of fuzz in your hair, and winks," Lydia said, "Have nothing to do with your feelings? Because last I checked, those actions are 'more than friends' actions."

I shook my head, beginning to lose this conversation for a second. "Fine," I sighed, "Maybe I like him a little bit. And, maybe, I sort of, chose that red dress because red is his favorite color." Her eyes widened at that part of my sentence. I didn't do a very good job of muttering my response. Lydia gasped slightly, applauding herself.

Say my name, and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

"I think you did more than just pick his favorite color," Lydia winked. She nudged my shoulder, causing me to nudge her back. She grabbed my hands and brought me up from the bed. "Let's get you ready," she said. I sat down in front of her vanity.

Lydia stood behind me, looking at my hair to see what she wanted to do. We decided to keep it the way it was, but she insisted on curling it just a little bit. It took a few minutes until Lydia was done helping me get ready.

I waited on her bed as she got herself together. She and Aiden were going together after she found out that me and Stiles were attending. She wore her favorite black dress, matched with a pair of silver heels. The two of us got our things together before walking downstairs.

I was excited about the party, but part of me was even hesitant about going. But I knew that if I didn't go, I'd regret it. It didn't take long till Stiles' jeep and Aiden's motorcycle pulled into the driveway.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face, and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

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(Later That Night)

The party was going great. Nothing had happened, which meant that nothing had happened between me and Stiles. Lydia and Aiden were somewhere at the party. While Stiles and I stayed side by side. Claire, the host of the party, also was somewhere in the party. She had said her hellos and then left with her boyfriend.

We sat at one of the tables, watching as some of the partygoers walked past us and danced horribly. I saw Stiles try to hide his laugh as some guy tripped over his feet. It had been silent between the two of us, but it was nice.

The thought of confessing to Stiles kept going in and out of my head.

Lydia might've been right like she always claims she is. She always said that it was exhausting watching me keep my feelings to myself. "Hey, Y/N," Stiles said. I looked away from the ground to look at him. He smiled (GIF Above).

Stiles was wearing his favorite blue and red flannel, which Lydia claimed he only wore when I was around because I said I liked it once.

He stood up from the table and extended a hand. "C'mon," Stiles said, "We're at a party, let's go." I smiled and set my hand into his. He twirled me around as the two of us walked over to the middle of the room where everyone else was dancing.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

My hands rested on his shoulders as his hands were on my waist. He smiled down at me. Stiles lifted a hand to push some hair away from my face. I'll admit, I was never planning on falling in love with my best friend. So much that I told myself I never would, but here we are.

Stiles and I met in middle school, me with the bleached hair and him with his buzzcut. Of course, the first thing he said to me was something about my hair. Me and Lydia had done some hair experiments the night before, and I sadly got the horrible aftermath.

And that's where the friendship began. Stiles and I started hanging out almost every day after school and every weekend. We'd hang out at the arcade in town and sometimes at the forest lookout. Then when we started high school, that's when things changed.

Typically, everyone changes in high school, but this felt different. I started to notice things about how I felt about Stiles. I noticed how I'd smile at his stupid jokes or how I would purposefully say I didn't understand something just so I could be beside him.

It didn't matter if we were best friends, I just cared about being with him. And, some part of me knew that he felt the same. Stiles stayed with me even in my worst times and during my best times.

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline

Now, we were in our last year of high school, graduation just a few weeks ahead. Stiles' hand lingered on the side of my face. His thumb ran across my cheek. I looked up at him, leaning into his touch. "You okay?" he asked, "Y/N?"

I nodded. I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting from his eyes to his lips. Stiles seemed to notice because I spotted a smirk rising on his freckled face. Stiles leaned down, giving me a soft kiss. I felt his hand leave my face to rest back on my waist. He lightly brought me towards him.

He pulled apart, arms still around me with my hands remaining on his shoulders. Stiles smiled down at me. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice slightly at a low. I nodded in response. He smirked and kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand.

When leaving the party, Lydia spotted me from the other side. She brought a thumbs up and winked at me. I chuckled and followed Stiles to his Jeep.

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩

Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

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They were not having a good day.

She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.

"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.

"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.

"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.

"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.

"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.

"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.

"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.

"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.

"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.

"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.

"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.

"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.

"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.

"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.

"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.

"Yes."

"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.

"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.

"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.

"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.

She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.

"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.

Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.

"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.

Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.

"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.

Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.

"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.

"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.

"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.

"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.

"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.

"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.

"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.

"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.

"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.

"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.

"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.

"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.

"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.

"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.

The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.

"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.

"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.

Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.

"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.

"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.

"Here's good."

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1,116

First Person's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Week Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TEEN WOLF REWRITE

CHAPTER ELEVEN: FORMALITY (Part 2)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)

Word Count: 4568

Warnings: Cursing, slight-jump scare?

Posted on: 7/17/22

“Oh, okay, so are you just gonna try these on right now? All of them?” I heard Stiles say behind me. He’d been by my side as I looked for a dress, holding one out for me to survey every 2 seconds saying I would look great in them, before placing it back down on the rack and picking another one up again. It finally came to the point where I, unfortunately, had to shoo him away.

Allison and I were surveying a rack of red dresses when we turned our heads to the sight of Stiles holding a growing mountain of dresses for Lydia like he was her own personal servant. I knew the only reason Stiles was even doing this was because even though it was clear that Lydia found Stiles...unworthy— to put things lightly— Lydia and I had formed a relationship much deeper and meaningful than the Mean Girls friendship he and I expected us to have. So, he wanted to at least have an arrangement with Lydia where he could exist in her life without her treating him like a pest in need of exterminating.

“Is this a twenty-four-hour Macy's?” Stiles called out to Lydia through the massive pile of dresses in his arms, trying to catch up to her as she moved like a predator in search of the perfect dress for the school dance. The 12 Labors of Hercules somehow come to mind at the sight.

I continued on with my browsing as Allison plucked a dress from the rack, holding it out to her body and adjusting the full-length mirror that was provided. Not long after, I picked up a dress from the rack which I thought would look great on me.

“That's not your color.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sound.

I turned to address Peter, to show him he doesn’t scare me one bit even though he absolutely does, only to see he actually wasn’t even addressing me, but Allison. And somehow that thought scared me even more as all the worst possible scenarios played in my mind— and how in all of them I wouldn’t be able to protect her.

“Sorry if that was intrusive. But considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter.” Peter commented, politely imparting his wisdom as I turned my head this way and that, looking for Scott or Stiles. I knew Scott was here somewhere, probably listening, and I tried to reassure myself with that thought.

“Because I'm pale?” Allison softly retorted, the fire in her voice flickering with uncertainty.

“Fair.” Peter clarified. “I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect.” Ew?

“Okay...” Allison chuckled as she shot me an amused look; this one saying: this guy is so weird. If only she knew...

She placed the red dress back on the rack as Peter picked a silver one up from another.

“Trust me, I have a unique perspective on the subject. Do you mind?” Peter grabbed Allison’s hand when she wasn’t paying attention, startling her.

“Hey!” I protested, somehow gaining the courage to advance on him, but he only took a step back, raising his arms in mock surrender as he did.

“Woah, there! Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you girls.” Peter said with a chuckle, looking at me with an innocent smile before settling his eyes on Allison.

“N-no. It’s okay.” Allison told him with a polite smile, even though we both knew it wasn’t. Peter held his hand out for Allison, and she reluctantly gave him her hand. For a moment, Peter simply held her hand and, with a careful look, made a show of doing so as he watched me watch him; as if I were a dog and he was showing me that what he was doing was okay, and he means no harm. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it made my blood boil.

Satisfied that I wasn’t going to maul him, he gave me a mocking smile before bringing his attention back to the dress in his other hand. He lifted it near Allison’s hand as he appraised the two together.

“See? Much better.” Peter said, giving her the dress in his hand with a seemingly warm smile that it almost fooled me that he could be harmless. He stepped aside to let Allison see the dress on her for herself in the mirror. And that was when he turned to me.

He walked until he was standing in front of me, and I stood my ground the entire time, not even taking a tiny step back. He simply smiled before drifting his eyes to the dress I was holding. He made a move to take it from me and so I gave it to him freely. I’m sure he would look better in it than I ever could.

He placed the dress back on the rack as he searched for a dress for me.

“Now, you... the color of the dress you chose would look great on you, but,” he stopped, eyeing a dress before swiping it aside and continuing his search, “it’s not the best for your figure.”

“Oh, so you’re a fashion designer now, are you?” I snarled and he chuckled, before pulling a dress up by the hanger and assessing it in the light.

“Come on now. You want to look good for your date with Stiles, don’t you? Here.” He said, handing me a lace, backless, blood red dress. I shot him a glare but he only gave me a smile. Allison stepped back so I could use the mirror, clutching the dress he gave her as she looked between the two of us with a curiosity that killed millions of cats.

I watched myself in the mirror, holding the dress up to my body to see myself in it when Allison finally asked.

“You two know each other?”

I looked down at the reflection of the dress, feeling the fabric of it when I answered. “He’s a Medical Rep. He comes to the hospital, like, once a month to pester my dad and the other doctors with a bunch of new and improved life-saving drugs. Ones that cost more money than the last.

Through the reflection of the mirror, I saw him look at Allison. With a smile he said, “Guilty.”

“Although, what Elizabeth here failed to tell you is: we don’t only offer people temporary relief. We also give out...cures. Permanent cures. Ones that won’t only save you, but will actually make you stronger, and better. In more ways than one.”

“Yeah, well, it still comes with a price, doesn’t it?” I retorted.

“Everything does.” Peter answered back before walking back over to the rack holding the silver dresses, sifting through them while Allison remained standing behind me, carefully watching him.

“With my job, sometimes feels like I’ve spent a huge part of my life at a hospital. And most of the time, I had had to wait.” Peter said openly with malice, and then his voice softened again. “But it doesn’t matter. I always had Project Runway to keep me company to my slow descent into madness.”

He pulled out a dress from the rack, showing it to Allison. “What do you think?”

“Oh, I think it would look great on you.” I said to him sarcastically. He chuckled, shaking his head at me.

“No. Not for me. For my niece, actually. Cora.”

“Cora?” The name felt so familiar it evoked a sadness in me I couldn’t quite understand. A feeling like gazing into an old photograph from a time that felt so long ago, the memory of it would have been completely forgotten if not for a little reminder.

“Yes. Cora. My sister’s youngest daughter. You’ve met, don’t you remember?” He said to me, comparing two dresses to one another before addressing Allison. “She’s around your age.”

“Oh. Is she going to a Formal, too?” Allison asked but before he could answer her, a voice from the PA SYSTEM called for our attention first.

“Attention shoppers... To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate—”

“Did she just say a blue Mazda?” Allison asked no one as she continued to listen.

“—5768. Your car is being towed.”

“Oh! That's my car!” She gave me the dress she was holding before quickly bolting away and out of sight. Peter and I shared a look before I realized who was behind this. It didn’t take Peter long to follow soon after that. He showed me an impressed smile as I smirked victoriously at him.

“I have to say, Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity.” He said to seemingly no one, putting the dresses back to its proper place. “Just remember... you can't be everywhere all the time.”

He was silent for a moment, as if he expected Scott to answer. Judging by the look on his face, however, I could tell he was regaled with none. And that was when he turned his attention back to me. It was just me and him now, as far as anyone could see.

“Do you really not remember Cora?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. I didn’t answer. He tutted, sighing, before saying, “Don't feel bad. It's been forever since I saw her, myself.

Peter made his dramatic exit soon after that. After a while, Allison came back with a confused look on her face, explaining to me how her car was fine. Perfectly fine and in place. I told her maybe someone had made a mistake, describing her car instead of someone else’s, and she seemed to accept that explanation, wanting nothing more at that moment than to shop in peace. When she asked me where “that guy-friend" of mine went, I lied and told her he and his niece went home after she found a dress she liked. His niece: Cora.

Cora

Her name was still on my mind even after two hours where we were now waiting on the counter to pay for our dresses.

“Ma’am?” A voice called out, snapping me out of my daze.

“Hmm?”

“Your card please? Or if you want to pay with cash, that will do as well.”

“Oh! Sorry...” I said sheepishly, handing her my card that I already had ready in my hand. She gave a polite smile as I handed her mine and Allison’s dress. She scanned my card, looked at her screen, and then scanned the card again— and again. And again. The nice lady looked up at me nervously before saying,

“Your card’s not working...” Honestly, I should've known.

“Are— are you sure?” I asked nervously because what else can I say at the moment?

“I already scanned it four times. Do you maybe have another card you can pay with?

“Um—”

“I’m sorry. What’s going on?” Lydia asked from behind me, still holding her dress as she waited for me to pay for mine and Allison’s; which I can’t do anymore because my dad, most likely, cancelled my card.

“My card’s not working. A-are you sure it’s not something with your machine? Or something?” I asked nervously, fumbling with the straps of my bag.

“I’m afraid not. And if you can’t pay, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the line, please?” The lady, somewhere around her early 30s, said; with a name of Sarah, according to her name tag.

I looked to Allison, just about ready to drop to my knees and apologize whilst wishing the ground would open and send me somewhere far away from the humiliation of this situation, when Allison smiled at me and took her wallet out of her bag. Immediately, I knew what she was planning on doing.

“No! Come on!” I whined, pushing her hands away and urging her to put her own card back in her bag.

“It’s fine! It’s fine.”

“Uhh...No. It’s not fine because I know who you are, and I know you’ll only let me pay you back for my dress and not yours.” I pointed out, knowing it was true, and Allison wasted no time in denying it.

“I—You shouldn’t even be paying for my dress. I forgive you! Just let me pay for our dresses and you can pay me back later. Come on!” Allison argued, swiping my hand away as I fought with hers to stand down. I wasn’t sure how long we’d stayed that way exactly, but sometime along Lydia walked to the front and paid for all of our dresses, instead. Providing us with a perfect solution, as always.

It was only when we were already on the parking garage that I actually remembered to ask. “Lydia, where’s Stiles?”

“Uhh...don’t know? Maybe he left.” She said distractedly, purposefully avoiding my eyes; and before I could even interrogate her on the matter, she quickly added. “You know, it’s probably better that way. What, with his house being so far away from yours when your house is so much closer to Allison’s, anyway. See you guys!”

And before I could even utter a word, she was already walking away towards where she parked her car. Allison had stopped walking, too.

“I wouldn’t mind driving you to your house.” She told me, and it was then that I realized we were already standing in front of her car.

“No, it’s fine. Stiles wouldn’t leave without me. Or without telling me, at least, and—

PING!

With a quick apology, I checked my phone to see a message from Stiles. Say yes, it said. Scott.

“Uhh, you know what, actually, that’d be great. Stiles just texted me, saying he still has some... things to do.” I cringed, the both of us walking to her car.

We got in and buckled our seatbelts when another text came through. This time it was a picture of Stiles reclining on a comfortable-looking couch, drooling on the tulle skirt of a dress as he slept on a pile of colorful dresses.

So that’s where Lydia left him. I thought, giggling at the photo Scott sent me through Stiles’ phone.

“What is it?” Allison asked, amused, as she pulled out of our spot, which was quickly claimed by a family in a minivan.

“Oh, it's just something Stiles sent me. It’s— it’s nothing.” I mumbled with a smile, quickly shutting my phone so she wouldn’t see the photo, and question who exactly took it. She merely hummed, and for a while it was quiet, but it didn’t last long.

“So...”

“No.” I quickly interrupted with a warning tone, knowing exactly where she was heading with this. A warning she promptly ignored.

“How are you and Stiles?” Allsion asked, a barely contained smirk as she fished for gossip.

“We’re fine.” I simply told her.

“Just fine?” She probed, her tone light and playful as she teased me simultaneously, and I just didn’t feel like hiding it anymore. I slowly set my smile free as I told her everything. Well, everything of importance, anyway.

“It’s freaking great! We aren’t just going as friends. We’re going on a date, as in an actual date-date, not the fruit date, and we almost kissed!”

“What???” Allison all but screeched as she asked.

“I know, I know. And, you know, we actually did kiss, technically, but I didn’t kiss him back? It was a kiss to stop this panic-attack I was having, and I was actually just focusing on not throwing up in his mouth; but then that same night, sometime later we were both leaning in to kiss each other, right? But then we got interrupted—”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah...Slow down! When was this?” Allison asked, seemingly trying not to pull her eyes away from the road.

“Last night.” I answered.

“When you crashed your car on Scott’s mom’s date’s car?” Allison asked quickly.

“Yes. I was having a panic attack when he kissed me, and that was when I didn’t kiss him back. But when we got to his house sometime later after that, that was when we almost kissed.” I quickly informed her when I got a text again from Stiles/Scott.

“Okay, okay. Got it. Now start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out. Except maybe for the boring bits.” Allison quickly added.

'Make sure Allison gets to her house safely. Gonna help Scott rent a suit for tomorrow. Also delete above photo from your phone and mind pls.' I quickly read before getting back to my conversation with Allison.

“Okay. So, I’m going to skip the car incident thing ‘cause it’s not important. A quick summary of that: we were traumatized. And, anyway, we got to his house and we were just trying to relax after what had happened, then Kent McNeil called...”

Even though Allison insisted she drop me off to my house, I easily convinced her not to, reasoning that my house was only a quick power-walk away from hers. It allowed me to make sure she got to her house safely like Scott asked.

Although it did mean that my dad could get home before me, so my quick power-walk unfortunately had to turn into a race against time. And wouldn’t you know it, 10 minutes after I had arrived, all sweaty and out of breath, I heard my dad’s car pull up and our garage door open.

And with the beat-up Macy’s bag— that was due to my run— holding my dress, safely hidden deep in recesses of my closet, I entered my bathroom to take a well-deserved bath.

My dad pretty much pretended our conversation from that night never happened, and though I felt ashamed doing do, I played along. Whenever we have dinner together, he would always ask me how my day was, and I would tell him it was fine. School was great. I mean, it’s not like I was only allowed an hour to do activities outside of school.

And my dad would talk endlessly about his work; his colleagues; his patients; and would occasionally ask me if I were excited to see my mom again—and I would say yes. Because from the moment I step into my house, is the moment I step into this family sitcom I’m in now where I am forced to play a character that is supposed to be lovable and, most of all, ignorant to what was happening around her. Laughing, smiles, jokes— for the whole world that’s watching, which was just about the scariest shit horror movie in cinemas at the moment, with me as the star.

Which was why, as a means to preserve my sanity, I go to bed immediately after dinner and close the lights of my bedroom to make it as if I was already asleep. And my dad will see this and know not bother me anymore. It will also make things easier for me when I sneak out of the house tomorrow.

Tap!

I was group texting with both Lydia and Allison under the covers, chatting about our dresses and what to pair them with for tomorrow; how we should do our hair, when I heard it.

Tap!

And there it was again. I lifted the covers, breathing in the cold air I was deprived of for a maximum of five minutes, looking around my dark room in search of the source of the sound. What followed next was no longer a simple tap, but rather an alarming Thud! And I followed the sound to my window.

I quietly got out of my bed, ignoring the constant vibrations going off on my phone, walking towards my window to check out the sound. It could just be nothing. Maybe a bird tapping against my window, getting scared away by Rudolph landing on my roof. Or a crazed, murderous werewolf coming here to kill me as a warning to my friends...

Or simply just for the pleasure of it.

I couldn’t see from here what the moon looked, if it was full or not. Stiles would have informed me and Scott about it, but who knows? Maybe it doesn’t matter whether the moon was full or not. Maybe the fuller it was, the brighter light it gives, the more unhinged the creatures living under it becomes. And the moon definitely provided an adequate brightness to the dark tonight; lighting my room and making it look ethereal.

I finally reached the window, keeping a few inches of distance between me and the glass, standing on my tiptoes to check the view below. No one as far as I could see. I took a cautions step, peering over just to make sure— nothing. I looked around more, up and down, left and right, but there was nothing and no one outside. Just the trees, our fountain, and Scott staring at me with wide eyes while hanging upside down.

I let out a squeal, trying my best to quell the sound by covering my mouth. Scott also tried helping, in his own way, by lifting a finger and hovering it urgently over his lips. And it was a great help.

I let out a frustrated growl, removing my hand from my hammering heart to harshly throw my bedroom window open, dragging Scott inside. Doing so, I ignored his whispers and cries of protest and pain.

“Ow, ow! Liz, wait, please, I'm gonna fall!”

Once he was safely inside, I breathed in, and out with sigh. And then I started hitting him.

“Ow, ow—”

“What”—smack— “the hell” —smack— “is wrong with you!” Smack! Smack! smack!

“Stop, stop! I’m sorry!” Scott whispered, holding my wrists before letting go and taking a cautious step back, and I stopped myself from hitting him, for now. Scott bent down to pick my phone up from the floor, which I hadn't even noticed I dropped on the ground. Scott gave it to me and I took it.

“I would’ve called or texted but, you know...” He said, waving his hand before tucking it in the pocket of his jeans. I sighed, placing my phone on my desk.

“Why are you here, Scott? Not that I mind you coming in to my room through the window in the dead of night and scaring the living shit out of me, of course.”

“It’s 8 PM, grandpa!” Scott argued. “I’m here because I was in the area, and I thought I’d—” he stopped, seemingly trying to find the appropriate words, “—check in on you.”

“You were in the area?” I asked suspiciously. He took a moment to answer but when he did, it was with the truth.

“I was...outside Allison’s house. You know, protecting her! In case Peter tries something. Or even Derek!”

I folded my arms in front of my chest before asking Scott, “Okay, so why are you here, then?”

“I wanted to check in on you— with how you’re doing with all of this,” he said, and I simply looked at him, expecting him to say more. He sighed, saying, “I know what happened after you crashed your car. And before that, too. I heard your heart beating; it was erratic, and... abnormal. I know there’s something more happening with you that you’re not telling us.”

I opened my mouth to answer him before closing it again. I did this for a few times, trying to come up with the words to properly say what I wanted him to know, but the thing is, I haven’t yet decided what that would be.

“Derek told me something before he went to fight off the Argents— before he disappeared in the woods. He told me your mom was coming, and I have to protect you from her before it’s too late again.” Scott said, furrowing his brow in confusion. This time it was my turn to sigh. I turned around to sit on my bed, and Scott followed me to do the same.

“My dad,” I started to explain, “he told me something similar. He told me mom will be home in a few days and she’ll make everything right again— whatever that means. And he also knows you’re a Werewolf.”

“What?” Scott screeched. Up until this point we were whispering, so I quickly covered his mouth with my hand to quiet him. He flashed me his apologetic eyes, and I lowered my hand from his mouth, wiping it on his jacket.

“I think they’ve known for a while. And not just about you— about all of this supernatural business. My dad’s been weird: saying something about me forgetting; and resetting or whatever. He said something about mom getting things back to the way they were. And he also said,” I stopped, choosing my words carefully, “he said I can’t have you over here anymore. Because you're a Werewolf.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to find the right words to say to each other, and in the end: failing.

“I should...probably get back to Allison’s house.” Scott said, finally.

“No, yeah, right. Of course.” I said as he stood up.

“It’s just that...I feel like I’ve been gone long enough—”

“Right. And it’s not like she’s a part of a Werewolf hunting family, or anything like that. She must be completely helpless and vulnerable right now, “I said, as seriously as I can.

“Exactly. It’s just what I was thinking. Yeah, “Scott said, equally as serious. We both stood by my window for a few seconds, trying to keep a straight but descending into a fit of giggles by the end. Scott opened my window and swung a leg off the ledge.

“Hey, don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay. Once the Argent’s hit that high-tech security house system of theirs, head back to your house and get some sleep. I’m sure she’ll be fine, then. Can’t protect anyone if you don’t take care of yourself first.”

“Alright, mom,” Scott whined mockingly, forcing me to slap his arm to put him in check. We both snickered, but afterwards he just stayed there, seemingly thinking something over.

“My mom said your dad switched to the morning shift a few days ago,” Scott said, making me sigh.

“Yeah. It’s all part of his plan to protect me.”

“And he’s not actually letting you go to the Winter Formal tomorrow, is he?” I tutted my tongue, folding my arms in front of me with a tight-lipped smile.

“Nope,” I answered sharply.

Scott chuckled before saying, “Well, that makes two of us, not allowed to go to the dance.”

I hummed as I realized this myself. “I guess so.”

Scott swung his other leg off the ledge of my window, turning his back to me and saying, “I’ll make sure to tell Stiles to stop a few houses away. And don’t worry, I’ll help you with your escape.”

“You gonna carry me bridal-style and leap us down from here?” I teased. Scott looked back at me, bracing himself.

“More or less, yeah.” Scott finally jumped down from my window, and I leaned my head down to see him walk away, only to catch a glimpse of him—for a lack of a better word— galloping towards the direction of Allison’s house. I closed my window, picked up my phone and went back to my conversations with the girls, before finally falling asleep on my bed.

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Bones

So, after deciding to put my behemoth of a sort-of book 'in the drawer for a month' (don't ask), I've been writing some other little bits and pieces, which may be interconnected to other stuff, but I'm not really sure how. Also, writing can count as therapy, right?

Author's Note: This, I think is more Stiles, generally being lovely and adorable. Hope you don't mind it too much!

Word count: 2,724

“Just, don’t, okay. I don’t want to hear anymore. I think you’ve said quite enough, and I’d be grateful if you would kindly—”

“Jess…”

“Ah, Christ… Sorry. I didn’t—I thought you were…”

“Yeah, kinda cottoned onto that. I know who you thought… He’s gone, by the way. That was what I was coming over to let you know, so…” He sucked air in through his teeth, and raised his eyebrows. He stood, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet, not seeming to know where to go next.

“...Thanks, that’s kind of you, just… Thanks.” She looked out over the stream which ran at the bottom of the garden, the railing under her grip flaking paint into her skin. It would be embedded if she kept holding on this tight much longer.

“Did you…” he moved himself around enough to sit on the bench wrapping around the trunk of the tree they were standing under, “Feel like talking, or just having someone to rage at? Someone to lean on?” He was kicking into the dirt, only glancing up at her occasionally, not willing to meet her eyes.

Jess huffed out a wry laugh, before turning towards him, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I may be an ‘all-out crazy’ and ‘fucking mental’ but I’m not that mean.” She turned back towards the water.

“Jess—”

“Don’t.”

“Right… Shutting up.” He didn’t move from his seat. He just stayed put, digging a hole in the ground with the toe of his shoe. He managed a whole 3 minutes before Jess felt a shoulder gently bump into hers.

“Hey… Great party, don’t ya think? Just the right sort of ambience to…” He had reached over to push her hair back over her shoulder so he could see her face. He trailed off once he had done. His shoulders dropped, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry. It’s all right, you just caught me at a bad moment. Go back to the others, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Your mascara might disagree with you,” he whispered, wincing a little.

“Shit. Sorry. I’ll, er…” Jess couldn’t cover the tremble in her voice, or hold back the tears that were still threatening to fall, as hard as she tried to bite back the tide.

“Could you stop apologising for a minute?” He turned, leaning his back against the railing, so she didn’t have to turn towards the others to talk. “No-one’s paying attention. As far as they know, I’m just here, bugging you, while you try your best to be civil without letting me know how much I’m annoying you.”

“Oh, your usual M.O. then?” Her sarcasm was not lost on him.

“Pretty much… See? No-one’s paying the slightest bit of notice…. Ah, don’t look now, that might have been the hint of a smile I saw.”

“Look, I really am sorry,” she was sighing again, and hating herself for it, “this isn’t your problem, or anyone else’s, to tell the truth. I should never have come. I knew it was a possibility that… that he could show up.”

“Hey, no.” He pulled a pack of tissues from his back pocket, and passed them over, trying to be surreptitious, and not exactly succeeding.

“Are you trying to look dodgy? They’re tissues, not heroin.” She couldn’t seem to help being pulled into this conversation, even when she did feel this stupid.

“Hey lady, I’m trying my best here! Subtlety and I are not exactly friends the majority of the time, so take what you can get! It’s a wonder I haven’t fallen into the stream and broken a bone at this point…. Y’see? There’s that smile I was waiting for.”

“Sorry it wasn’t worth the effort.” Jess couldn’t hold it back with the usual false bravado and pretence. She sagged a little into the railing, her head dropping down, closing her eyes at the hurt overtaking her.

“Jess, just… no.” He moved to stand behind her, each hand covering one of hers, his head dropping a little to rest on her shoulder, so he could speak into her ear. “Always worth it.”

“I wish I could believe that. What are you even….? After everything that just happened, shouldn’t you be, I dunno, getting the pitchforks or something?” She had managed to raise her head, but couldn’t turn and face him. Not yet.

How about I tell you what I saw, and you can explain to me what part of it requires pitchforks?”

“Oookay…” She was not exactly convinced that he was going to be successful.

“So, I go to this party, just a few friends who haven’t been able to catch up for a while, some food, some sunshine, some music, it's all pretty chilled and all is good—”

“That’s when I turn up.”

“Ah-ah-ah, I’m not finished yet. It’s all good, until some guy turns up, who apparently used to be with one of the girls here. He’s maybe drunk, or else just a complete asshole, because he starts shouting, and throwing his weight around, and generally being an absolute shit. Everyone is kinda shocked, and the girl in question tries to calm things down and move him away from everyone, because it would seem for some reason she feels that this guy is her responsibility.”

Jess sighs, the tension going back into her shoulders as she braces for what she’s certain is coming.

“He continues being an arse, hurling around insults and abuse about said girl to anyone within earshot simply because he can. Lady stands her ground. Doesn’t stoop to his level, oh no. Just takes it on the chin, until eventually someone manages to get him out of there, but not without more shouting and him trying to throw some punches at the lady who has done nothing but try to keep things under control. Everyone’s a bit shaken, and the lady keeps apologising for his behaviour, before retreating into the shade for a moment. Then she gets saddled with some idiot who keeps trying to find a way to make her smile, and get her to see the truth.”

By the time he’s finished, he’s gripping the railing harder than Jess was, his knuckles going white with his frustration.

“That… That’s not—”

“Actually, I realise now, I was wrong about the pitchforks.”

“Ah, right… I did say…”

“I would quite like a pitchfork. To shove up his ass. Several, in fact. If at all possible.”

“Now you’re being silly.” She had actually started to believe him, against her better judgement. But he’s just mocking her. It hurts more than she would like.

“Jess, for the love of God, that guy? That guy needs so much more than a pitchfork up the ass. He needs a fucking restraining order. He tried to hurt you!” His tone was angry. Almost vicious. The vitriol finally rising to the surface.

“It’s my fault.”

“How? How could that possibly be true?”

“Because I accepted it. I put up with it. I didn’t fight back hard enough.”

“Please tell me you’re joking? Please say you don’t believe him? Please say—please, Jess?”

“He wasn’t wrong.”

“Yes. He was. I don’t care if once upon a time your relationship was fine, that doesn’t mean he can do that or say those things. You left. You left for damn good reasons. And if he acted like that, or God forbid worse, when you were together, then you must have been terrified. But you still got out. You got through all that. You survived.”

“I’m not entirely sure I did. Not completely.You’ve no idea what I’ve lost.” Her voice is small, afraid.

“Please don’t do this.” His forehead resting on her shoulder as he tries not to give in to her and give up.

“Do what?” She doesn’t really know what he is getting at.

“You take the things he said for the truth, that he had the right to do that, to do what he did to you, and I—I wish I would’ve just punched him in the face like I wanted to, he has no fucking right.”

“You can’t do that. I wouldn’t want that.”

“Why the hell not? I don’t know what he did do, precisely, but I think we’ve all got a pretty good idea, and I have a horrible feeling that anything we think right now isn’t anywhere near as bad as the stuff he actually did. But I know you won’t say, like you owe that shit some sort of loyalty—”

“It’s not loyalty.” She spoke quietly, bitterly, the words spat out into the air.

“Then what is it? Just tell me what it is?” As she turned towards him, their eyes locked, and he was much too close for her to not see that the plea in his voice was written in his eyes. She closed her eyes before looking down, turning her face away from him, before her next words came out as little more than a whisper.

“It’s shame.”

“Jess…”

“No. Don’t you dare tell me that I shouldn’t be ashamed. I let it happen. I gave up. I gave in. I didn’t fight back enough. I’m the one who should’ve known better. Sometimes I didn’t bother to fight back at all because I knew there was no point. So what does that say about me? It says I should be ashamed. And so should you. And so should everyone else. I let down everyone. I’m a joke. I’m despicable. I’m—”

“Breathe. Just breathe.” He had prised one of her hands off the railing, not without some considerable effort, and held it loosely in his own. He rested them against her stomach, trying to get her to steady herself, without putting too much pressure on her.

She leant back against him, trying to hold onto some semblance of dignity, or at least a shred of it, just trying to not cry, or scream, or both. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“No. Can I—can I tell you what I see from that, my opinion? Is that okay?”

She nodded, her eyes had closed again, trying to hold herself together. “You have to tell the truth though. No holding back, no sugar coating or, what’s more likely, flat out lying to make me feel better. I’d rather you didn’t say anything at all than did that.”

“Noted… Okay, so, in the interests of full disclosure I do not take back any of my previous statements about the way I viewed earlier events… Y’know, just so you know.” He squeezed her hand a little, before he could begin again.

“I’ve been instructed I should see someone in front of me, literally at the moment, who I am ashamed of. Who I should laugh at or reject or…some other shit, I dunno… Although, in truth, I do feel shame. I feel ashamed. Why I didn’t see it before, why didn’t I see it when it was happening, how could I have let that happen to someone I care for, right in front of me? You should be ashamed of us for letting you suffer like that and not knowing.”

“You couldn’t have known. Nobody knew.”

“That is frankly neither here nor there. Facts like that, as I hope to convince the court, have very little to do with who feels shame. Shame and responsibility often have very little to do with each other.”

“Alright, smart arse.”

“So, putting that aside for a moment, I would like to move onto the accused — that’d be you, by the way —”

“You’re really running with the whole courtroom schtick then?” She couldn’t hold back the slight smirk his words were causing.

“Damn right! Now, where was I? Ah, so, the accused… The lady in question stands accused of having responsibility for the actions of an arsewipe who was a manipulative bastard, both physically bigger and stronger than her, who, it can be surmised, caused her injury of one form or another, either mental or physical, on a regular basis.”

“The.. The court will allow it.”

“The case I wish to make is that the accused had no way of defending herself, certainly not without coming into further harm, and from which she could be in fear for her wellbeing, if not her life.”

“You’ve been watching too many of those courtroom dramas again, haven’t you.”

“Shut it, I’m busy. Now, as is perhaps clear in this case, at least to me, the only defence the accused had, when not having a reasonable exit strategy, was to try to limit the physical damage done to her. That is of course, if she wasn’t just frozen in fear, a medical phenomenon, to shut down in the face of traumatic events, about which I can provide evidence if requested.”

“Lord…”

“So, with no way out, she either consciously or unconsciously tried to protect herself from further harm. Indeed, when an opportunity presented itself for the accused to exit said situation, that is what she did.”

“You rest your case yet?”

“I do. For now, anyway. The facts of the matter are thus — I don’t see someone to be ashamed of. I see someone to be proud of.”

“Yeah, right… I told you not to lie to me.”

“Not lying to you Jess. You survived that. You got yourself out. You’ve put yourself and your life back together, as painful and difficult and exhausting as that must have been. Never mind the fact that through all that, you’ve not really talked to anyone about it, or what happened, just said that things didn’t work out. You aren’t crazy. You aren’t any of the things he said earlier. The only one who looked like a nut job was him. You remained calm. You tried to diffuse the situation. More importantly, you have many witnesses, if you did want to pursue a restraining order, which we would all back you to get after today.”

“That would probably only make things worse.” She leaned back, resting her head against his shoulder, willing herself to not take to heart the things he was saying.

“That’s what he wants you to think. He wants you to still be scared, to still be as isolated as he must have made you. He wants you to think you have nowhere to turn. But that just isn’t true. Every single person here today would happily support you after his behaviour. Frankly, pretty sure every single one of them would have supported you even without seeing that display.”

“But… Isn’t that just letting him know he’s won? Everything in me says I should be able to handle this on my own, without having to resort to basically telling on him. If I can’t handle this myself, doesn’t that say that I’m not capable? That I’m as weak, and stupid and useless as he was saying I was? Won’t he just tell everyone how crazy I am, how mental—”

“You’re not crazy. Or mental. Or weak. You sure as shit aren’t stupid. Having some backup, and making people aware of what he’s like doesn’t make you any of that shit he said. It means he loses the ability to hide. And that can’t ever be a bad thing.”

“Urgh..” She turned her head so that her forehead rested against the side of his neck, her back still resting against his chest.

“Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? He did. I should’ve just punched him. Like, as hard as I could. Repeatedly.” Jess turned a little to face him, so she could look up at him. He wrapped his arms around her waist loosely, keeping her close. “What?”

“You can stop now, y’know? The righteous indignation? I get it. You’re doing a stand up job of making me feel better.”

“That’s not what’s happening right now. I said I wouldn’t lie. You insisted. Look at me, do you see any possible hint of a lie?”

“Hmm…. No? But maybe you’re just that good?”

“Sweetie, I am that good, but I’m not lying to you.”

At that, Jess hid her face in his chest, hiding her blush and her giggle at his words. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Now that I can agree with.” He smiled down at her, and then proceeded to offer his arm. “So, shall we return to the others?”

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emilym7411 · 1 year

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Best Friend's brother- D.O'B (smut) pt.2

💛warnings: unprotected sex, pet names, hair pulling, spanking (once), sort of crying, begging, edging, use of a vibrator, fingering, cumming inside reader. Squirting, super slight praise kink, degrading kink.💛

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"Dylan please." I begged from my position on the bed. The fabric of his ties digging into my wrists the more I struggled against them.

Dylan was standing at the foot of my bed, watching me as I struggled. Wrists bound to the bed and a vibrator stuffed between my legs. My moans and begging along with the buzzing of the vibrator were the only things that could be heard.

"Oh baby, you're the one that wanted to tease me." Dylan spoke with fake sympathy.

"Please. I'm sorry." I begged once more.

I've seen Dylan like this a few times before, (I'm good riling him up) but never while I was in this position.

My punishment for teasing him like that was not being able to cum, it was kind of my fault but I didn't punish him when he teased me so this is really unfair.

I have to admit though, I'm not mad. Just really, really turned on.

"Dylan, fuck, please. I'm sorry" I whined, tugging at my restraints.

He wasn't breaking though. That man was determined to not give in, to not let me cum.

"Begging and pulling at the ties isn't going to do anything Y/N." Dylan's voice was stern, yet filled with lust. His eyes traced over my body, taking me in.

The way I layed down on the bed, my hair and face a beautiful mess, my hands tugging on the pieces of fabric, the way I clenched my thighs as the vibrator brought me closer to my release.

Dylan saw that i was close, quickly pulling my legs open and sitting in between them. He took out the vibrator, turning it off and placing it on the bed side table.

"Please" I whined at the empty feeling. Dylan took his time kissing the inside of my legs slowly moving towards my pussy.

"God, just do something already. Please Dylan. I need you." I whined, beginning to get impatient.

"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan warned me trough gritted teeth. When I didn't respond, Dylan pulled away from me completely. We both just stared at each other. Until he suddenly stuck two of his fingers into me, pulling them out and pushing back in at agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck if only you could see yourself." Dylan groaned as his eyes looked at my trembling body. "You look so fucking hot." he said, his voice filled with lust.

"Fucking dripping for me mhm."

"Fuck, Dylan! Please fuck me. I need you inside me so bad." My knuckles were turning white at this point.

"Baby, you're not cumming until I decide otherwise. Got it?"

"Yes." I responded. Dylan gave me a questioning look.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl." Dylan's movements got faster, fingers sliding in and out of me, my juices coating his fingers, my thighs and the bed.

He didn't stop until he felt me clenching and saw my back arching off of the bed.

"Fucking fuck sake!" I yelled out in frustration. This was the fourth time tonight where he didn't let me cum. Tears started to form in my eyes, trailing down the sides of my face.

Before I could even open my eyes, Dylan took the ties off of me, turning me around and spanking me. Hard.

"What the fuck!" I asked, turning my head around, looking at him in disbelief.

"I told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut didnt I?"

"Well yeah, but-" I started to argue

"But nothing. If you wanna act like brat, I'm going to treat you like one." Dylan said, grabbing my hair, pulling me flush against him.

"You've been a bad girl baby. Teasing me, talking back, not following simple instructions." Dylan spoke, his free had squeezing at my breasts. Playing and pinching my nipples.

"I- fuck, I'm sorry." I moaned out.

"Oh, its way to late to apologize sweetheart."

Dylan slowly started moving his hand towards my pussy, goosebumps following in his trail.

When his hand finally reached, he immediately started rubbing slow sircles on my clit.

"Please baby. I need you so bad." I moaned. My hand reaching up and entangling in his hair.

The hand that was in my hair, was placed on my back, gently pushing me down on the bed.

Dylan grabbed my hips, slowly entering me. Once he bottomed out, we both let out a moan.

He stared slamming into me. Both of us letting out pornographic sounds. He felt so good. He kept hitting all the right spots.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to start building. I clenched onto Dylan's cock, pulling him in even deeper.

"Gonna cum already pretty girl?" Dylan asked, never slowing his pace.

"Yes. Please Dylan, please let me cum." I moaned. My hands gripping the sheets.

"shit." Dylan groaned. In less than a second, Dylan flipped me onto my back, slamming back into me, his fingers rubbing sircles on my clit.

"Holy shit!" My back started to arch off the bed, Dylan slipped one of his arms underneath me, holding me close to him. My hands finding his back. Nails digging into his skin.

"I'm close. Cum with me baby." Dylan moaned into my neck.

"Cum for me." My orgasm hit me like a truck. My legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of my head. Dylan came inside of me, filling me with his cum. His, mixing with mine. My juices squirted out of me onto Dylan, coating us both aswell as the bed.

For a while we just layed there. Relishing in the moment. Dylan soon pulled out of me, going to the bathroom before coming back with a wash cloth. He cleaned me up before picking me up and taking me to the shower.

I climbed in, Dylan joined me a few minutes afterwards, I assume he changed the sheets.

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magicmists · 1 year

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thomas x reader head cannon

mini head cannon

This boy would be so head over heels for you it's nuts

He would stumble and get all nervous around you

Eventually you kissed him and he was so awkward and cute

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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Her Outfit {Dylan O'Brien}

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

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

Requested? Nope! Requests are open!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dylobilysmomg · 3 months

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Drive-In Shenanigans

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟲𝗸+

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘!) 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗻𝘃

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜’𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗹! 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝟯 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛!

It’s a warm August Friday. School has started but we’re still trying to hold onto the summer. It’s shorts and t-shirt weather, my favorite kind of weather. So Stiles and I make our way to the one place you’d always find us during those summer months. The drive-in theater.

“What’re you looking for?” Stiles asks me, watching as I dig through my bag. “I thought I brought my chapstick.” I say, still searching. I pay no attention to Stiles who’s reaching into his pocket and hands me his.

“Ugh, cherry.” I look at him disapprovingly. “Hey, you wanted chapstick, I gave you chapstick.” He chuckles, and I sigh, removing the cap.

“You’ll be fine, plus you’ll forget about it once the movie starts.” Stiles says as we pull up the the drive-in theater. We drive up and pay at the window and Stiles finds a good spot to park. Once he’s found an open spot he likes, he backs into it. Turning his body, his right arm stretched out to my seat, looking through the back windshield. 𝙂𝙤𝙙…

“Okay, let’s do this.” Stiles says excitedly, parking the jeep and getting out. I hop out too and walk around the jeep to the trunk. Stiles is opening up the hatch and there it is. Probably the equally most fun and disgusting place in his jeep, depending on who you ask. We’ve got plenty of blankets laying in the back to cushion us while we watch the movie.

Stiles is practically shaking from excitement, we’ve planned this drive-in date a month ahead. I mean, Stiles and I come to the drive-in A LOT. However, tonight is different because, of course, they’re playing Star Wars.

I hop up into the back of the jeep along with Stiles, sitting on his right. We get comfy and sit against the back seat. There’s no one parked in front of us, thank God, and there’s not really anyone at the drive-in at all this time around.

“It’s pretty deserted tonight.” I turn my head to him, admiring his face as the light from the screen shines on him. “Yeah, what’s up with that? Where’s all the Star Wars fans at, huh?” He complains, almost baffled that he may be the only die-hard Star Wars fan in Beacon Hills.

“I don’t know, maybe they’d just rather watch the movies at home.” I reply, giggling; already knowing what he’s going to say. “That’s outrageous. This is so much better than sitting on the couch. This is where the fun is.” Stiles exasperates, flailing his arms at the screen.

I just giggle, admiring him. “I mean, this is more fun that watching it at my house, right?” He asks, turning his head to me. I don’t answer at first, instead leaning in to give him a kiss; which he accepts almost instantaneously.

“Yes, Stiles, this is more fun. Plus, you know how much I love the drive-in.” I tell him, leaning my head on his right shoulder as the commercials end and the beginning of the movie starts. Stiles brings his arm around my back, which urges me closer. In all honesty, I’ve been dying to be with Stiles; just the two of us. Since school has started, we haven’t had a single moment for ourselves. Starting of school work, and of course along with whatever Scott gets us into, we get really busy really fast. And I’m itching for Stiles’ touch.

As the movie plays, Stiles’ full attention is towards the screen. He absentmindedly makes circles with his thumb as his hand resides on my waist. My left arm is around behind his back, my other in my lap. My legs are curled up now, I rest them on his thigh. My head still rests in that sweet spot between his shoulder and his arm that was made just for me. I can’t stop thinking about his arm around me. My mind running wild.

It’s about a fourth of the way trough the movie that I can’t take it anymore. I trail the hand I have behind his back lower, deciding to slip it under and up his shirt. My hands must be cold, because he gets a little chill as I do so. Even then, I trail my hand over his bare skin, which is now at my disposal. I draw designs softly with my nails, scratching his back lightly.

Stiles hums, finally acknowledging me. “Mm, that feels good.” He mumbles, but eyes not leaving the screen. I crane my neck up slightly, my face now mere millimeters away from his exposed neck. “Does it?” I whisper, leaning up to kiss his neck. One kiss. Two, three. My hand in my lap slides to his.

“Babe, we’re watching a movie.” He warns me, now fully aware of my intentions. I slide my hand up to his chest. “What’s that gotta do with anything?” I counter, giving his neck a few more kisses. He sighs, I know I’m getting to him.

“You know this happens every time we have a movie night, right? Is there something you wanna tell me, Y/N? Does fine cinematography turn you on?” Stiles tries to play with me, ease his own temptations. But I’ve already got him where I want him.

“No, you do though.” I reply, sliding my hand from his chest down to the waist band of his jeans. He lets in a sharp breath as I dip my fingers into his pants to grip his belt buckle. “We’re in public.” He warns again, but I don’t listen.

“That’s what makes it so fun.” I reply, slowly undoing his belt, and he lets me. I get his belt loose and unbutton his jeans, unzipping them agonizingly slow. Stiles has by now given up on trying to act cool, and is now practically itching to be touched. There’s already a tent in his boxers as I pull his jeans down just a bit.

Stiles uses his right arm that’s still around me to urge me into his lap, and I oblige. I straddle him, both my hands now on his chest, and he pulls me into a kiss. I grind onto him as his arms slink to my waist, going to unbutton my shorts as if second nature.

He unzips my shorts, revealing just enough to see the the little bow at the top of my panties. “Awe, fuck.” He lets out, before dipping a hand down my panties to where he knows I want him. I moan as he teases my entrance, and his mouth envelopes mine in another kiss. I bring a hand down to grope him through his boxers.

I throw my head back as Stiles finally slips a finger inside me, then two. I try to be quiet, but as he rocks his fingers back and forth, trying to be quiet is near impossible. I then drop my head to the crook of his neck, my hot breath hitting him.

“Stiles, need you so bad.” I say, now plunging my hand into his boxers to grab him, and he hisses. I use my thumb to play with his tip, spreading the pre cum. Then, without warning, Stiles pulls his fingers from my shorts. I whine as he grabs one of the many blankets in the trunk to cover our waists.

It’s then that his hands urge my shorts down and off my legs, and I pull his boxers down just enough to free him. “Can you be quiet?” Stiles looks at me, I can tell that being in public turns him on, he just won’t admit it. He likes the thought of being caught almost as much as I do.

“Yes.” Is all I reply with before he’s lining himself up with me before putting his hands on my hips to urge me down. I try not to let out a moan as I slowly sink down, Stiles stretching me fully. Once I’ve taken all of him, I place my hands on either of his shoulders. I slowly start to bounce on his cock, Stiles watching with his mouth hanging open in awe. It’s at this point that I now know for a fact that he likes it when I ride him the most.

I rock my hips against his, the movie now completely forgotten. I’m so focused on Stiles that I barely notice his hand going down to my little bundle of nerves. When I feel him starting to rub circles, I start to lose my momentum. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He taunts me.

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, “Y’so good, Sti.” I begin to babble, something that Stiles frequently takes advantage of.

“Yeah, ya like when I take care of you, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Like when I give you what you want?”

“Oh, yes.”

Stiles starts to buck his hips, thrusting up into me, and I can barely take it. I can tell he’s chasing his high the by way way he hisses and by the sweat that begins to form on his hairline. He’s still assaulting my clit when I speak up.

“Stiles, I’m gonna cum.” I warn him, and he pulls his other hand from my hip to cover my mouth as I do. And suddenly I can no longer bounce on him, all I can do is ride out what he’s giving to me.

Stiles still covers my mouth and begins to thrust up hard and fast, and I can barely take any more. But not before he pulls out and strings of white are splayed over my thigh. He throws his head back against the back seat, mouth hanging agape.

I scoop up his ropes with a finger, but wait for him to lift his head up to look at me before I bring my finger to my lips. I lick it clean, and Stiles could quite possibly be the hungriest man I’ve ever seen.

“We seriously can’t even make it one movie without fucking. I owe Scott 5 bucks.”

𝟏/𝟏𝟗/𝟐𝟒

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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Hey love,

Hope you’re doing well

Can you write where y/n is meeting Dylan’s family for the first time and she is so scared that they won’t accept or like her because is 9 years younger than Dylan and won’t be a match for him but they absolutely loved her , while Dylan was talking to his mom she told him that she is a keeper and to ask the question already because of the chemistry between her and Dylan have together 🥺🥺 plz and thank you

Description: The reader meets Dylan's parents, nervous and as afraid as she's ever been. Worried that they won't like her being with their son. Yet, they welcomed her with loving arms.

Warnings: fluff, female pronouns, age gap (9 years.)

*Thank you for the request, hope you like it and I hope you're well as well.*

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

Word Count: 2,370

First Person's POV

I hummed to myself as I waited in the elevator to get to the floor that Dylan and I lived on. I smiled at the ding, skipped off the elevator and made my way down the halls, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and pushed open the door. A giggle escaped my lips as Tony ran to my feet, I swooped the dog in my arms, praising the creature and giggled slightly as I saw Dylan run over with a bright smile. I placed the dog down and hugged Dylan tightly, he kissed my forehead, gently resting his arms around my waist. Gave me his adorable, loving puppy eyes and chuckled lovingly.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" Dylan smiled softly, kissed my forehead and just continued to stare at me lovingly. I hummed softly, staring into his eyes, loving the colour that they were.

"It was good, I'm on break for the next couple of weeks, so I get to spend all my time with you. How about your day?" He placed gentle kisses across my face, still resting his arms around my waist, keeping me close to his chest as he bathed my face in sweet, compassionate kisses.

"My day got so much better when I saw you walk through the doors. I love you, sweetheart." He whispered, guiding me to the couch and letting me curl into his side once he sat down. Dylan rested a blanket over my legs, whispering compliments into my ear as he rubbed my arm up and down.

"I have an offer for you, my parents are in town and they want to meet you. So they're coming down in two days, I can cancel if you want. I don't want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, sweetheart." He whispered softly, I curled further into Dylan's side, shaking my head at his words, definitely not wanting him to cancel plans with his parents.

"No, don't cancel, I want to meet them," I whisper, he nodded and rubbed my arm.

"Don't be nervous, they'll love you, I promise."

"I'm not nervous," I mumbled into his chest, he chuckled and picked me up, placing me on his lap. He gently got me to look at him, supporting me as I sat on his legs and fiddled with his shirt.

"I know you're lying, come on, speak to me, sweetheart. You won't offend me." Dylan waited patiently, letting me fiddle with his hands and clothes until I came clean about my fears.

"I'm just freaking out, you know, typical meeting the parents' stress. Like freaking out about if they'll like me or not, freaking out about if they'll hate me because I stole their boy or hate me for dating you due to our age gap? Dylan, I hate when people comment on our relationship, they think I'm in it for the money or that it's not acceptable for you and me to be dating because you're older. It scares me about what the most important people in your life will say about us dating."

"Sweetheart, I love you so freaking much, but you don't need to worry about them not liking you. If they do, I'll quick them out, you're the one I want in my life and if they can't see that, then they don't deserve to be in my life."

"But-" I quickly interjected, not wanting to cause any strain on his family.

"No, buts, sweetheart. This weekend is for you to be resting, I know you, I know you're gonna freak out until it's over. So, I'm treating you, extra queenie, for the weekend. M'kay?" He rested his forehead against mine, whispering softly and humming against my skin. Dylan held me against his chest, letting me listen to the beat of his heart, which was soothing and allowed me to fall into a peaceful state of mind.

Over the next two days, Dylan had been cleaning and preparing the house for his parents to come down. Every time I tried to help, he wouldn’t let me and would literally throw me over his shoulder and place me back down on our bed and continue tidying up the house. It was nice to not need to worry about making the house look nice and that he did it all but at the same time, I was freaking terrified and I didn’t want to let him down. I didn’t want to let his parents down, ignoring my thoughts, I focused on the tv and whatever was going on in the show.

Finally, the day had come, his parents were due in an hour, Dylan was finishing off with cooking dinner and sent me on an errand to get some wine. Despite that I was now legally able to drink, I didn’t party drink like a lot of others did and if Dylan and I were out with some of his friends I’d have usually 2-3 drinks over a very long period of time with food in between and during each drink that I had.

I grabbed two bottles, once I arrived home I put the drinks down and grinned at the man who picked me up and placed me on the countertop.

“I love you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on mine and then Eskimo kissed me. I hummed peacefully and hugged him tightly.

“I love you too.” He grinned, took my hands and then pulled me off the bench but still held my hands in his.

“For dessert, do you want to serve the tarts that you made? They’ll love them, they’re just as sweet as you are and I think they deserve to see what a great baker you are.” He reassured me, holding my hands and looking at the dessert that I made.

"Okay, yeah," I whispered, then walked into our room to change into something more formal, I looked to Dylan for help with my dress, he finished doing up his button-up shirt and walked to me, zipped my dress up and readjusted my bra straps before kissing my lips and leading me to the front door.

"Breathe." He whispered, I took a deep breath, smiled and kept the smile on my lips as he opened the door. His parents hugged him once they saw him, I smiled at them and relaxed into Dylan's touch as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Mum, dad, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N." I smiled at Dylan's father, shook his hand and then gasped as his mother pulled me in for an immediate hug. I hugged her back, and then glanced at Dylan as he led us all to the dining room.

We began eating Dylan's lovely roast, I had poured the wine at the start of dinner, and though I felt better about meeting his parents, I was still incredibly nervous. I bounced my leg up and down, smiling in with Dylan as his parents proudly gushed over their boy. I felt Dylan's hand rest on my knee, he squeezed it gently and continued to rest his hand on my leg.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" His mother asked, I smiled softly as Dylan gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I took a deep breath and started talking about what I do.

"So, I'm currently studying at college, I'm on my break for a couple of weeks."

"What are you studying?"

"Theatre and psychology."

"She got a production at the end of the month, she's the lead and has this really awesome role." I blushed at Dylan, he winked and then took my hand, holding it on the table. Dylan then looked back to his parents and started talking about what I also wanted to take an aspiration in.

"Oh, you'd have to take photos." His mother smiled brightly, gleaming at the idea.

"How'd you two meet?"

"So, I was studying late one night, there was this little secret cafe that ran until 1 am and I'm super tired, stressed out and not paying attention to anything I'm doing besides the work that I had. It was around 12, I had just finished an assignment but I needed to get the food that I ordered. So after I grab it, I sit down and then I realise, I hadn't sat down at my table but at Dylan's table. I apologised over and over again, but luckily you raised a very polite and understanding son who was very nice about it. So he offered for me to sit with him and then we just began talking about random stuff." I started to explain, and then Dylan took over, continuing with the story once he caught my nerves again.

"She made many cringy jokes, but they were cute and I found her admirable with the way she'd talk about the things she was passionate about and how much dedication she carried for things that mattered to her. It was late, I offered to take her home due to the weather outside, with Y/N being the person she is, she declined many times but she finally said yes and so I took her home during the storm. It had gotten a lot worse since the cafe and the journey to her place. So she let me stay the night, which I made sure she was fine with before settling down for the night."

Dylan continued to talk about our first meeting, he talked about how much he loved the breakfast I made him and the sugar overload he experienced an hour later, but he always said it was worth it.

"Y/N is also trying to get some money to start her own little bakery, she makes awesome desserts! Seriously, I could sleep and bathe in the stuff she creates. She is literally amazing at her craft."

"Speaking of dessert, I'll go get some." Dylan stood up with me, refusing to let me clean up the dinner plates, putting them out of my reach which was relatively easy with how tall he was compared to me.

"I love you," I whispered, he nodded and kissed my forehead before following me to the kitchen. Dylan hugged me tightly once he placed everything down. I hugged him back, feeling a little tense still and finding enjoyment in the hug.

"They're loving you, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. You are perfect and you don't need to worry about anything." Dylan kissed me once again and then walked back to the dining room.

Dylan's POV

Y/N was still nervous, she fiddled with her jewellery, and the hem of her shirt and rocked back and forth on her feet. I sat back down, looking over my shoulder to hear humming from the kitchen, smiling knowing it was a habit she did whenever she baked.

"Dylan, she's adorable, this girl, she's so special and I can see how much she means to you. This girl is the right match for you, don't her go, she needs to be protected at all costs and I want you to know that she is a keeper and if you let her go, you're out of the will. Pop the question soon, do it for me."

I smiled, looking down at mum's little monologue, Y/N is the light of my life and I don't want her to go, she's a part of my life and she's not going anywhere.

"I love her mum, she means the world to me and I don't wanna see her go." Y/N came back with some Portuguese Custard Tarts, she placed three down on each plate. Then sat back down and took my hand, I smiled and squeezed her hand as she watched my family eat the dessert. They both loved it, which gave her the confirmation she needed.

After a couple more hours, my parents left, praising Y/N telling her they'd love to visit again and that they wish the best for her. Once they left, she seemed instantly more relaxed.

"I love you, Dylan thank you for being the perfect guy for me." She whispered, standing on her tippy toes to kiss my lips, I picked her up and carried her around, making sure she knew that she was really loved and didn't have to worry about anything any longer.

"Of course, sweetheart, anything for you. You're my queen and I'm forever gonna make sure you are okay. I promise you that even when we don't agree you don't need to fear about me not loving you." She blushed, buried her face into the crook of my neck and giggled quietly.

"Awww, I'm glad we met, I'm glad you're sweet and I'm glad you're mine. Thank you for comforting me throughout meeting your parents, means a lot that you understood my fear and nervousness." I nodded, holding her close to my chest, making sure that she was comfortable in my arms and wouldn't slip with how I had my arms wrapped around her.

"Sweetheart, wanna cuddle in bed, I'll read another chapter of your book?" That brought an even brighter smile to her lips, I chuckled and carried her to our room, placed her down and watched her run around the room for her pyjamas. She jumped on the bed, acting like a little child and stared at me eagerly.

I chuckled once again, changed into my own pyjamas and sat down on the bed, bringing her into a cuddle with her head resting on my chest and her book in my hands. I started reading, letting her find comfort in my actions as her eyes tiredly glanced across the words I read aloud, I found her actions adorable when something happened in the book and it made her all reactive and defence against what happened to her favourite characters.

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