#dylan o'brien x y/n

[fivelakesinwriting]

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!)

Requested? YES! Requests are open!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

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."

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.

If you enjoyed this, you might also like my fics:

Her Outfit {Dylan O'Brien}

For the Team {Dylan O'Brien}

Dylan O'Brien NSFW Alphabet

Sour {Joseph Quinn}

#dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien x female reader #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien reader smut #dylan o'brien fluff #dylan o'brien x reader smut #dob #dylan obrien #dylan obrien fan fiction #dylan obrien smut

[wildflowerdylan]

HAVING AN AFFAIR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Fred Fitzell x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, cheating.

Concept: Love, sex, and drugs. Starring Fred Fitzell, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and Mercury.

The sky was dim and cloudy, giving the appearance that it was about to rain - although, if you lived here you knew the little water droplets would never come. The air was empty and cold, too, leaving goose bumps on my arms like the crunch in a crunch bar. I push open the large doors to my modern apartment building and walk inside, letting the warm hit my skin aggressively. A few more steps in and I’m at the large, black elevators. I press the button until it turns red and wait for the elevator to come and take me back up to the eleventh floor. I finally hear a ding that indicates to me the elevator is about to open. Once the doors pry wide, I can see two people standing with each other and a cart to carry boxes. They both look exhausted - mentally and physically. 

I furrow my eyebrows as I recognize who it is I’m staring at. He looks up just as the word falls out of my mouth with surprise, “Fred?” The lean man looks at me with a soft smile, his brown eyes growing lighter. “Y/N?” He moves past the cart to reach out to me. I graciously take his sign of happiness and engulf him into a long hug. The hug couldn’t have lasted for much longer than 30 seconds before an uncomfortable cough comes from the woman who stood next to him moments ago. “Karen, this is an old… friend from high school… Y/N. Y/N, this is my… wife, Karen.” He looks back at me with a particular expression that lets me know Karen has no clue who I actually was to him and probably shouldn’t ever know - an ex. I nod my head regardless, “Are you two helping someone move in?” Karen shakes her head, stepping forward with the cart and grabbing Fred’s hand. “No, we actually just moved in ourselves.” I nod and smile, “That’s great! Looks like we’re new neighbors, then.” Fred shifts for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. “What floor are you?” I look up from the floor at Karen’s words, “I live on eleven. Apartment G.” They both nod, “We’re on eleven too,” Fred smiles. I nod my head once more, holding my hand in the elevator so that it doesn’t leave without me. “I guess that means I’ll see you both around then.” They both smile politely as I wave my hand carefully and retreat into the elevator with a soft smile.

A short ride later and I’m walking to my apartment. I find myself wondering which one is his with each door I pass. I sigh to myself as I reach my door. I loved my apartment. It was gorgeous and I spent a lot of time, effort, and money to make this place the home it is now. But that didn’t change the heartbreak I suddenly felt all over again from when Fred and I broke up years ago. I remember it was right before we graduated college and we had both realized two very big things. 1, we were going to different places in life. 2, our whole relationship was based on drug use and merc. So, we mutually agreed to end things. He was ready for marriage and kids, rehab - I was ready to travel the world and make new experiences, never stop. Of course, I eventually did stop taking merc along with every other drug in the book except the occasional alcoholic beverage and caffeine, of course. I also traveled everywhere I wanted. I met new people, made new experiences, and became, honestly, a whole new person. But I became that person too late. Now, Fred is just the one who got away.

I set my purse down on the kitchen bar top for a second. I look at the white and black marble, tracing the lines to ease my mind. I shake my head and rub my face with my hands before moving to grab a bottle of wine and a glass and then head into the bathroom. I turn my tub on to let it fill up. I strip down from my clothes and long day and hop in after all the bubbles have puffed up; placing each step into the large white tub carefully. I take a big gulp from the bottle and slump into the tub deeper. Seeing Fred is both the best and worst thing to have happened to me today. I think seeing him has just confirmed that I still love him and I still want him - making it very bittersweet to see him in front of me.

I want him to look at me the way he used to. To hold my hand. To hold me when I’m sad. To touch me. I want him to touch me. I bit my lip as I cradled the glass of wine in my hands. A sigh released my mouth as I put the glass down on the side of the tub carefully. If I’m going to think about Fred this way, I might as well put it to good use… I slipped one hand down into the water and closed my eyes as I began rubbing circles, picturing his hand where mine is. His tongue entangled with my own. My hands wrapped up in his hair as he nips at my neck and breasts. The feeling of him growing quickly as our bath together gets more and more heated. The heat inside of me burns brighter and brighter until, suddenly, a knock bursts me out of my bubble. 

I sigh in the tone of sexual frustration as I grab a nearby towel to dry myself off before throwing a robe on. I drain my tub, deciding that maybe bath time was not what I needed, and walk out into the living room. I place the more than half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and carry my glass over to the front door. 

The tall brunette is revealed from behind the door as I open it swiftly. I straighten up with wide eyes at the surprise of the man I craved. “Hi…” I speak breathlessly. Fred smiles, “Can I come in?” I nod my head kindly before moving out of the way and letting him take a seat on the couch. I walk back over to the kitchen and put my glass down next to the bottle. “Do you want a glass of wine?” Fred turns to watch me as I reach for another glass on the top shelf of the cabinets. He takes a moment to answer as he watches my robe lift higher and higher. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “Here you go.” I smile, handing him the glass before sitting down with mine in the chair diagonal to him. “So, what brings you here?” Fred kept his eyes on the glass swirling between his hands for a second longer before adjusting and looking at me. “You.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion, “I mean, I assumed that, Fred… But why?” He put his glass down on a coaster near him as he stood up and moved closer to me while still staying on the couch. “Y-you can’t tell Karen about us.” I furrow my eyebrows. Fred continues, “She can’t know about our past… about merc…” I nod my head, suddenly realizing what he was saying. “She doesn’t know?” Fred sighed as he shook his head. “Y/N/N, she doesn’t know anything up until she and I met…” I nod my head once more. “Okay…” I stand up slowly, grabbing my glass off the table and finishing it quickly. “Fred, this feels like a lot of lies to have with your wife.” I hear his footsteps come towards me slowly as the wine fills my glass once more tonight. He grabs the bottle out of my hand from behind me and spins me around to look at him. We haven’t been this physically close since the day we broke up. “You’re still so damn stunning.” I look at his eyes back and forth in disbelief. “You’re not supposed to compliment other girls when you’re married.” He nods his head, speaking softly before dipping his head closer to mine, “You’re not supposed to kiss them either…”

#dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien smut #dylan obrien au #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien imagine #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #fred fitzell #fred fitzell x reader #fred fitzell au #flashback #the secret life of fred fitzell #fred fitzell x y/n #dylan o'brien au #dylan obrien fanfic #dylan #dylan o'brien smut #fred fitzell smut

[inkedobsidian]

~ Maybe I am - D.O ~

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

pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1,461

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah… Maybe I am."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x you #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rappxreader #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp fanfiction #mitch rapp fanfic #mitch rapp imagine

[harringtonstilinski]

Mastermind - Richie Boyle (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader Word Count: 2,691 Warnings: fluff Smut: no | yes; fingering Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! After not posting for Richie for ages, I'm finally getting one out! I think this is the shortest smut piece I've ever written, lol. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

May 1956. The biggest month of your life. Your third date with Richie Boyle was this month. The two of you had met at Burling’s when you were getting your father’s suit back from being tailored. 

After Leonard had handed you your father’s suit, you turned to walk back through the entry where Mable sat, only to crash into Roy Boyle’s son. He held you steady with a hand on your back, asking if you were okay, and from then on, you and Richie had a thing going.

He had brought you to his home the night of your second date to meet father, the Irish Mob Boss, Roy Boyle. Everyone was taught to fear ol’ Roy because of his background, but he showed you nothing but kindness and welcomed you into his home with open arms. Ever since then, you were an honorary member of the Boyle family.

But, tonight was a very special night. Richie had told you that he had something special planned and to dress casually but nice. Since the only thing you really wore was skirts, you opted for a black, knee length one with a pink top and your black and white Oxford shoes. 

Your hair was down and in curls that were in style. As you were touching your curls up, you heard a knock coming from the front door, so you hurried as quickly and elegantly as you could before grabbing your purse, your coat and gloves, putting your coat and purse on as you walked briskly to the door, opening it after putting on one of your gloves.

Smiling, you looked at how handsome Richie looked in his suit. “Hi, Richie.”

“Hi, beautiful,” he replied. “Damn. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said, your cheeks warming a little. “You look handsome as ever.”

“Thanks, doll.”

The nickname that made your knees weak. 

“You ready?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you smiled, putting on the other glove. 

Richie put his arm out to the side, letting you walk in front of him after you locked and shut your door. Being the gentleman that his father raised him to be, he made himself home on your right, blocking the traffic from you in case something were to happen.

The movie theater wasn’t far from your home; a couple of blocks at most. Richie had it all planned out, and executed part of his plan on his walk to get you. He put his arm around you as you walked before saying, “Listen, doll, I was thinking; maybe we'll catch a later show and go get some dinner.”

You happily groaned, carefully leaning your head back on his shoulder as to not mess your curls up. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“No snacks?”

“Nope. I was too busy getting ready to think about food.”

The two of you hadn’t really had your first kiss as a couple yet. The closest your lips got to each other were your cheeks. So when you looked up at Richie, your heart beat just a little bit faster as he looked down at you and smirked before kissing your forehead.

Nevertheless, you smiled and looked forward, seeing a couple put their heads down and scoot to the other side of the sidewalk. The action made you sigh in defeat.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Richie asked.

“I just don’t like seeing people cower at seeing you or your father,” you answered, honestly. “It makes me sad.”

“I know. But that’s the way my family works.”

Looking back up at him, you said, “Please tell me it won’t be like that if we have a family one day.”

Richie looked down at you, seeing the worry in your eyes, and smirked. “I promise. Besides, I think Francis will take over and kick me out of my own family.”

“I’ll have to hurt him, then,” you said, a small smile on your own face.

Turning the both of you towards the door of both of your favorite Italian restaurant, Richie asked, “And how do you plan on doin’ that?”

“Kick him in his family jewels.”

The two of you chuckled as you walked inside, the host quickly grabbing two menus and leading you to Richie’s normal table. What struck you as odd as the three of you passed the tables, was seeing Mable there, looking sad and uncomfortable at seeing the two of you together.

You decided to ask Richie about after the host left the table once Richie helped you in your chair. “Hey, Richie?”

“Yeah, doll?” he asked, looking at his menu, already knowing what he wanted.

“Was there something between you and Mable before I came along? She’s here and looked quite upset.”

Sighing, Richie set the menu down, lacing his fingers together before placing his arms on the table. “Yes. I couldn’t get you off my mind after our first meeting, so I broke things off with her a couple of weeks later. I waited about two months before asking you on our first date.”

“Such a gentleman,” you replied, sarcastically. 

“You’ve seen how my Pops is with me and Francis. Treats that son of a bitch like he’s his goddamn son.”

You flinched at his use of language, something you weren’t used to yet.

“Sorry, doll,” he apologized. “But the one good thing about him is that he treats you like the daughter he’s always wanted.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” you smiled, holding your water glass up to take a small sip.

When the waiter showed up at the table with Richie’s favorite appetizer, he voiced that our meals would be out shortly, to which Richie thanked him for. 

He looked at you, a chuckle sounding from his throat at the disgusted look on your face. “What?”

“I still can’t believe you eat calamari.”

Just then, the waiter returned, setting a plate in front of you, profusely apologizing. “I am so sorry, Mr. Boyle. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Thank you.” You smiled up at the waiter, seeing a bead of sweat fall to his eyebrow from his hairline. 

He quickly smiled at you before darting off to the kitchen. 

Looking at Richie, you knew the look he was wearing all too well. “Oh, stop it, Richie. It was an accident. Maybe they didn’t have it ready when yours was. I mean, you do come here alone sometimes. Maybe they didn’t think you’d have someone with you.”

“Then why would they get two menus?”

“Rich,” you said, softly. Using the nickname only you were allowed to use, aside from his mother before she passed. “It’s fine. Don’t cause a scene.”

Richie relented, looking down at your plate. “Tomato and bruschetta?”

Holding one out for him, you smiled and said, “Here, try it.”

“Try the calamari first.”

“I have. I had a bad batch once. Turned me off of it forever.”

“Where from?” Richie asked.

Waving him off, you answered, “This little diner I used to work at. I actually think your dad used to stop by a lot.”

You looked at him while taking a bite of your food, seeing a look of confusion and thoughtfulness on his face. Snorting lightly, you covered your mouth with your hand. “What’s with the look?”

“Pops never stopped by any diner. Not that- wait, the one off West Randolph?” He pointed his fork at you in recollection. “The sock-hop one.”

Nodding with a smile on your face, you answered, “The Soda Hop.” You set your bruschetta down, covering your mouth while you laughed. “Such a cheesy name.”

Richie joined you in your laughter, essentially agreeing with you about the name when the waiter showed back up, bringing out Richie’s order of a roast chicken with his favorite sides, as well as your order. 

The two of you dug into your meals, laughing and chatting while you ate. When dessert came, you thought you were going to bust, but as you were walking along the sidewalk with your arm wrapped around Richie’s, everything seemed to fall into place.

To say that you were falling in love with Richie was an understatement. You were in love with him the moment you bumped into him at Burling’s. You’re thankful that your father sent you instead of going himself.

As you and Richie approached the theater, you stopped him and turned to face him. “Please tell me this is just a normal date on a normal night watching a normal movie.”

Richie took half a step closer to you, placing his hand gently against your cheek, your head tilting into his touch. “Of course it is, doll. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because you’re Richie Boyle, and knowing you, you probably bought out the whole theater for only us.” You felt him stiffen slightly at that.

“Richieeeeee,” you groaned.

“I just wanted it to be special,” he said, softly.

“It would’ve been special even if it was packed full of people, babe.”

Chuckling, his eyes cast down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. “Wouldn’t be special with what I have planned for us, beautiful.”

Your core clenched at his words. The two of you hadn’t reached that part in your relationship yet, and you felt ready. You just weren’t sure if Richie was ready for that part. Well, you actually did know that he was ready. It was just a matter of time before either of you made a move in those regards.

“Come on,” Richie said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go enjoy this movie.”

You didn’t know which movie he had picked, so to say that you were excited was an understatement as the two of you walked up to the snack counter, where Richie ordered the two of you a couple of Cokes before you two went into the theater.

Finding your seats was easy as Richie had suggested the seats in the dead center of the room. Smiling as you sat down, you looked at your boyfriend, watching as he took off his coat and hat, setting them into the seat next to him before finally finding a purchase beside you on his own.

You could feel that something big was going to come out of tonight, whether it was him ending the night in your bed, or you in his, but as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling your knuckles to his lips, you didn’t care where the night ended… as long as it ended with him.

The film that the two of you were watching was titled The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit. You had absolutely no idea what it was about, but you sat through the first quarter of the movie, eyes glued to the screen as you tried to follow along with the story line.

When you felt Richie’s lips on your knuckles again, you looked over at him, watching as he kissed his way down your hand and up your arm. As his eyes locked on yours, you couldn’t help the feeling that came over you as you leaned towards him, and he to you, your lips locking in your very first kiss as a couple. 

As your lips moved in sync, you didn’t register his hand moving to your inner thigh, slowly pulling your skirt up to your mid-thigh before gliding his fingers back up your inner thigh to where you wanted him most.

“Richie,” you moaned, softly.

“Yeah, babydoll?” he asked. You could hear that stupid smirk on his face as he spoke. “What do you want?”

Resting your head on his shoulder as he barely skimmed your clothed core, you quietly whined, “You,” before looking back at him. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Softly kissing his lips, you breathed out a sigh before whispering, “Touch me. Please.”

He looked around at the exit points for any of the employees before looking up into the projection booth, seeing a body disappear out of sight before the booth’s door and exit doors closed, leaving the two of you alone.

Richie looked back to you, seeing an already fucked out look on your face. “Damn, baby. Fuckin’ needy already, huh?” He turned his body more toward you, moving his hand from your aching core to your knee, spreading your legs a little further apart, your skirt rising up more at the action.

Bringing his hand back to your center, his eyes locked onto his hand as he rubbed and down with two fingers before looking back at your face, your eyes shut at the small amount of pleasure he was giving you. “Do you want more, baby?”

Nodding your head, you whined a little louder than before. “Please.” You opened your eyes at the feel of your panties being moved to the side, Richie’s fingers gliding up your center, spreading your lips apart to reveal more of you to him.

You’d had sex with other men, sure, but none of them made you as wet as Richie did. 

“Damn, babydoll,” he whispered, eyes moving from your wet core to your eyes. “This all for me?”

You nodded your head again, your bottom lip between your teeth. A moan escaped your throat as you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, lapping up the arousal he had gathered, a satisfied groan coming from his own throat.

Bringing his fingers out of his mouth, he said, “You taste amazing, baby,” before bringing his fingers back to your center, a single digit sliding into you with ease, pumping a few times to elicit a long and loud moan from you before bringing said digit to your clit, where started to rub your nub in circles.

“You like that, babydoll?” he asked. “You like me playing with your clit?”

Your answer came in the form a loud moan, your head tossing back slowly, the pleasure starting to course through you as he moved his finger down to your entrance, circling your arousal a few times before inserting two fingers into your heat, his thumb attaching to your clit where he rubs circles in time with the pace he was setting his fingers.

“Damn, babydoll, you’re makin’ me hard,” he whispered, watching as your hips rolled in time with his fingers, the pressure in your belly starting to form.

Picking your head up, you looked at Richie, one of your eyebrows up and the other furrowed in pleasure. “Please, don’t stop Rich.” You took a breath to speak, but your words were cut off by a groan of pleasure. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Richie almost stopped all movements of his hand at hearing you say the word fuck. “My little innocent girlfriend said the word fuck. I’m corrupting you.”

“Shut the fuck up and make me cum,” you replied, your body bouncing with the movements of your hips. Once you felt the coil in your tummy was about to snap, you tossed your head back again, saying, “Faster, Rich. I’m gonna cum.”

Doing as you asked, Richie pumped his fingers a little faster, a yelp sounding from you as he pumped his fingers a little harder than he anticipated.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned. “Do that again. Do that a-” The word died on your tongue as Richie pumped his fingers harder into your core, the coil snapping without warning, your pussy pulsing against his fingers.

Slowly working you through your orgasm, Richie couldn’t help but watch as you tilted your head back up, looking him in the eyes. When he was sure your high was over, he pulled his fingers from you, putting his fingers back into his mouth. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he moaned after pulling his clean fingers from his mouth.

He readjusted your panties and skirt, your legs back in their proper place. Once your head was resting against his shoulder with your hand around his arm, you sighed in content, noticing the movie was almost over with.

Looking up at him, you smiled. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Once he looked down at you, he smiled back and asked, “For what?” “The best night of my life… you little mastermind.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i hope i did richie justice! 

~~~

Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24​​​​​​ @stixnstripesworld​​​​​​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​​​​​​ @quanticobae​​​​​​ @mischiefandi​​​​​​ @kellyashcroft​​​​​​ @lauren-novak​​​​​​​ @good-vibes-and-glitter​​​​​​

Posted on January 31, 2024

#richie boyle x reader #richie boyle x reader insert #richie boyle x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader insert #dylan o'brien x y/n

[princess-asteria]

With all these coachella pictures coming out, I can't help but think of that amazing Dylan O'Brien fanfic

#dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfic #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien imagine

[rosewritestuff]

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

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

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rose writes #smut #no y/n #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien x y/n

[marie-swriting]

Your gallery if you're dating...

Dylan O'Brien

Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

Other galleries

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien x y/n #your gallery if you're dating #dylan o'brien edit

[starlightandfairies]

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.

#dylan o'brien imagines #masterlist #requests #fluff #dylan o'brien one shot #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien gifs #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brian icons #dylan o'brian gifs #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brien fluff #dylan o'brien x reader #teen wolf #stiles stilinski

[fakesocialmediaa]

Itsmey/n

Liked by Dylan O'Brien and 650,021 others

Itsmey/n My forever ❤️ @Dylan O'Brien

DylanO'Brien

Liked by Itsmey/n and 1,209,778 others

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

Itsmey/n

Liked by Dylan O'Brien and 980,550 others

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

•

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

#fake instagram #fake social media #fake social media imagine #instagram imagine #instagram x reader #social media #social media imagine #social media x reader #fake social #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #not okay movie #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner #dylan o’brien social media

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

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

warnings: explicit language, slight fluff

word count: 4.3k words 

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

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

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

“Um, we closed five minutes ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a compliment, I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” 

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

“Okay,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

let me know your thoughts<33

#dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien x fem!reader #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o’brien #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #folklore

[emilym7411]

First Date (S.S) - Fluffy Smut

⚠warnings⚠: unprotected sex (please use protection) slight begging, slight praise kink, pet names (baby, darling, princess etc.) Cussing (as always)...Fluff and the story might not be the best so yea... happy reading☀

Stiles and i where talking about this date for a few months now, but each time we would set a date, something always happens and our date gets ruined.

Today though we decided that nothing was going to stop us from having this date. It was finally going to happen.

☪︎ ☪︎ ☪︎ ☪︎ ☪︎ ☪︎

"I'm nervous guys, we've been planning this for months, but now that it's actually happening. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, h-"

"Y/N! Shut up! You're going to be fine okay. You have absolutely nothing to worry about." Lydia said, grabbing my face.

"Besides you already know everything about each other." Allison said from her position on the bed.

"That's kinda why i'm worrying. What if we don't have anything to talk about? What if it gets awkward? What if-"

"Y/N!" Lydia yelled again.

"Stop it. You're overthinking things too much okay. I promise you that everything will be fine."

"Okay. Okay, everything is going to be perfect." I said, smiling nervously at the both of them.

ღღღღღღღღ

Stiles arrived at around five. When i answered the door, he was standing there, a combination of lillies, sunflowers and roses in his hand, a combination of all my favorite flowers. The smile on my face was huge.

After i put the flowers in water, we headed out. Stiles even opened the door for me, 'such a gentleman.' I thought.

✺✺✺✺

We arrived in an open field.

"Uh, Stiles what are we doing here?" I asked him, confused.

"We're gonna have a picnic." He said with a smile on his face, his cute dimples showing.

"Ah this is so cute, it feels like i'm in a movie." I said, laughing slightly.

"A movie that has just been turned into a reality." Stiles said.

I got out of the car, Stiles of course held the door open for me. Taking my hand in his, he led me to the picnic.

It was absolutely perfect. All my favorite food and snacks where there, along with two red roses.

"Stiles, this is amazing!" I said, turning around and kissing him.

"I'm glad you like it." Stiles said, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I love it." I said

♡♡♡

The picnic was amazing. We laughed, made jokes and we even played tag for a while, before Stiles caught me. He spun me around and kissed me and just like in the movies, the wind started blowing slightly and the sunset was absolutely breath taking. Everything felt like a dream.

After the picnic, Stiles took me to go see a movie. It was a romantic comedy, "The Lost City" And after that we went to a nearby shop to get ice cream.

We walked around for a bit until we reached a park.

"Oo let go on the swing set." I said, grabbing his hand and running to the swing set.

"Slow down, you're gonna fall."

"If i fall i'll have you to catch me." I said

"You're so cheesy."

"But you love it though." I said, Stiles only smiled at me. 

I sat down on the swing set, Stiles went to stand behind me. He started pushing me.

We laughed and talked, untill we eventually made our way back to his Jeep.

Stiles started the car, 'another love, by Tom Odell, started playing' we sang along to it.

Stiles put his hand on my thigh, squeezing it slightly. I placed my hands on his and started fidgeting with his fingers.

"Thank you for tonight." I said, smiling at him

"It's my pleasure darling, i just hope you enjoyed it." Stiles answered

"Oh my gosh Stiles, are you kidding me. This was the best date ever, i freaking loved it." I said.

"You really are beautiful."

"Stop it, you're making me blush." I said smiling. Stiles gave a slight laugh before turing his attention towards the road again.

♡♡♡♡♡

We finally made it back, Stiles walked me to my door.

"Do you maby wanna come inside?" I asked, looking up at him.

"No it's fine, i should probably go."

"Please stay."

"Uh- sure, okay." Stiles agreed.

When we made it to my bedroom, i closed and locked the door. Stiles took a seat on the edge of my bed, while i started undressing.

"I'm never going to get used to seeing you naked."

"Good." I said as i began to walk towards him.

I sat down on his lap, straddling him. One hand on the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder. His hands immediately went to my thighs.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Stiles said, before leaning in and kissing me. The kiss was passionate and soft, but it soon turned into something more hard and lustfull.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Stiles said into the kiss.

I started grinding my hips softly into his, the feeling of his hard clothed cock against me had me dripping down my thighs.

His hand trailed up my body, finding my tits, squeezing them as i turned my attention towards his neck.

His hands trailed down my back painfully slow untill he finally reached my ass. Slapping it before he grabbed it and spun me around, laying me down on my bed.

He slowly started kissing my neck, making his way lower and lower, before he reached my pussy. He started slow, licking a stripe up my pussy, lapping up all my juices.

My back arched off the bed, my hands grabbing onto his hair, he started rubbing my clit, looking up at me with a smirk on his face. Stiles kissed the insides of my thighs before diving back in, dragging his tongue in and out of my weeping hole.

That familiar coil in my stomach was winding up fast. My moans only growing louder.

"You're gonna have to stay quite princess, we don't want your parents waking up now do we?" Stiles asked.

"No, fuuck we don't." I moand out

"Mmm, good girl." Stiles said, making me wetter.

He slid two fingers into my hole, finding my spot immediately. He had me cumming within seconds.

"Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot when you cum for me." Stiles said.

After he helped me ride out my orgasm, he stood up and undressed.

I couldn't help but stare at him

"Like what you see?" He asked

"I always do." I said, smirking at him.

Stiles was ontop of me in an instant, kissing me.

"Fuck Stiles, i need you." I moaned

"Oh you can do better than that."

"Fuck, please Stiles, i need you, please."

"Good enough." Stiles said, smiling down at me.

Stiles slowly pushed inside of me, the stretch felt amazing, it was almost enough to make me fall over the edge again.

He panted, bottoming out and waiting just a moment before pulling out and pounding back in to me. I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked me into the mattress. His pace was fast and i could tell that neither of us were going to last very long like this.

"Holy fuck, Stiles!" I moaned

"Baby, you know i love it when you moan like that, but you gotta be more quite." Stiles panted, going faster

"If you want me to be quite you have to stop fucking me this good." I said. Stiles only laughed at my comment.

"Fuck, Stiles, I'm close!" My nails dug into his back as i bucked against him, meeting his deep thrust with need.

"Already?" He joked and then added "Shit baby, me too!"

My hands released his stinging flesh, leaving long red scratches in their wake, and traveled down to his ass. Gripping it, i pulled him closer to me, allowing him to reach a whole new spot inside of me that had us both falling over the edge.

"Fuck!" We both moaned out.

Stiles tried to pull out but i held him closer and he gasped as he filled me up. I squirted around him with a cry of his name. He collapsed onto my chest, his forearms the only thing keeping him up.

It took both of us several minutes to regain our normal breathing and come to realization with what just happened. When we did Stiles smiled, leaning up to kiss my cheek as he couldn't reach my lips from the angle he was lying in. Still burried inside of me.

"Thank you for tonight." I said softly

"You're welcome baby, i just hoped you enjoyed it." Stiles said

"Ofcourse i did, it was absolutely perfect, i don't think anything can top it." I said, smiling.

"Is that a challenge?" Stiles asked, also smiling.

"What if it is?"

"Oh you're on, but next date is on you."

"Fine, challenge accepted. Our next date will blow your mind." I said, kissing his cheek.

"I'm looking forward to it."

๛❁๛❁๛❁๛❁๛❁๛❁๛❁๛❁๛ ❁๛❁๛❁๛

Hey darlings, i hope you enjoyed the story.💙

Don't forget to vote. If you have a request, you can message me💕

Don't be afraid to leave a comment☀

and holy crap, i'm so sick, it feels like i'm dying, so uh apologies if the story is a bit shitty❤

Untill next time babes🎀

#angst #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien angst #dylan o'brien fluff #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x y/n #fantasy #fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #void stiles #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinksi imagine #imagines #imagine #fluff #dylan o'brian imagine #teen wolf

[fivelakesinwriting]

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!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

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.

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.

#dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien fluff #dylan o'brien x reader smut #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien fan fiction #dylan o'brien x female reader #dylan o'brien x female reader smut

[wildflowerdylan]

CONSTRUCTION

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Sam Taylor x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (eventually lol), cursing, misogyny. 

Concept: You move to a new town and meet the local construction owner.

We drove down the dirt road in our baby blue LaSalle with a black overhead and big silver rims. The sun was shining down bright and happy in between fluffy clouds as they strolled through the air politely. We stop in front of a large, white house. A couple of other roadsters behind us stopped too. We packed up all of our favorite items and left the rest behind with the plan to buy new things. I sighed in relief, excited to get out of this car. I open the door carefully and step out. My brother, Vincent, immediately ran over to me and tried helping me out after the fact. My father, who was helping my brother and I move not too far from our old home, had some words of anger to share as he watched the whole ordeal happen. I sighed lightly to myself, wishing that he would just let me be. But he didn’t want a daughter who raised her voice or took care of herself. I did my best to ignore his hateful words while still responding enough that he thought I cared. 

I walked up to the large, beautiful house and stared for a moment. This house was mine. And, sort of, Vincent’s, who would only be staying with me until I found an appropriate mate.

I begin to move to walk into the gorgeous piece of architecture when I once again get yelled at. “Y/F/N Y/M/N! Let Vincent in first! Remember your manners.” My father shouted from away. I turn to look at him and nod before stepping aside and letting Vincent in. The blonde man looks at me with a worrisome eye before nodding his head and stepping in. 

Vincent was kind and loving towards me. He hated my father just as much as I did. But he had the unfortunate habit of forgetting his place and leaving me to get the fall back of his less than assertive nature. He stepped aside lightly to let me walk past him as I wandered the halls of my future. I was going to finally be free from the grip of an uncaring man. At least, until I was to be set up with whatever suitor my father inevitably finds for me. 

I step up the freshly built staircase and walk around the upstairs joyously as the men who traveled with me carry my belongings in and place them where they see fit. There was one room at the end of the hallway that particularly intrigued my whimsy as its door was the only door that was closed. I waltz over carefully before swinging it open in cheer. That’s when I saw him. 

I let out a loud scream before turning and closing the door and running back out of the house into my brother’s arms. “Grab the gun! There’s an intruder!” I shout while pointing to the house vigorously. My father scoffs as I cry out, waiting for me to calm down. Once I finally did, he spoke, “There is no such thing.” I shake my head with widened eyes and feel my heart begin to raise again - this time from anger. He takes a breath to begin a tangent - most likely about me being a troublesome liar - when the man I saw before pops out. I turn to look at the man quickly pointing my finger, “There he is!” The brunette man puts his hands up carefully and calmly, like he’s been through this before. He has the same look in my eyes - fear.

My father lets out a hearty laugh that is sudden and loud. We all snap our heads to the older man before he explains, “You stupid girl. That’s the contractor.” I change my face, it’s offended and confused. “He built the house, “Y/N/N.” Vincent says quietly from behind me. I turn to look at the man again, his face is soft and understanding. “Oh.” I say shortly. “Mr. Taylor, this is my ill-mannered daughter, Y/N.” Mr. Taylor nods his head slowly, smiling small with his brown eyes. My father moves to grab Vincent carefully, “And this is my son, Vincent. He’ll be the man of the house until we can find a suitor for Y/N.” Sam nods his head again, beginning to gain a look of discomfort. “Y/N, Sam will look after you when I’m away in the city for work.” Vincent says suddenly. I nod my head shortly, unsure of how I should act at this point. There was nothing I wanted less than to have my father yell at me again. Especially in front of the handsome man before me. 

“Well, I’m sure you’re more than capable of handling things yourself, but I’ll be around if you need me.” He smiles softly as he tries to show that he does not feel the same way as the old man. “Nonsense. She’ll be with you whenever Vincent is not here. I don’t want her running around alone.” Sam nods his head uncomfortably. He clearly hasn’t learned how to talk to my father just yet. “I promise not to be a bother, Mr. Taylor.” I send him a polite smile while trying to please my father. “Please, call me Sam.” My father scoffs again, “Mr. Taylor, please do not teach my daughter improper manners. The only men she doesn’t have to address by their last name are me and my son.” Sam looked at him with wider eyes than before as he nodded his head carefully.

“Vincent, everything is inside where it needs to be. I must be getting back home to your mother.” Vincent nodded his head in response to my father before moving next to me so that we could watch my father and his helpers leave together. Once the only roadster in sight was our LaSalle, Vincent let his breath go. I turned to him carefully as he moved to sit on the steps of the house just in front of Mr. Taylor. The two sat down next to each other. I walked over carefully and stood quietly.

“Y/N, we should lay down some clear guidelines.” I nod my head at Vincent calmly, but I instantly feel fear. Was he going to be as ruthless as my father after all? “First thing, you can call Mr. Taylor, Sam. Just not around father. And you don’t have to be watched at all times, you’re a grown woman and it’s time you get treated as such.” I nodded my head carefully as I watched the two with furrowed eyebrows. Sam pulled his hand out and reached it out to shake my own. I grab it slowly. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” I smile softly, maybe things are going to be okay here after all.

#dylan #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brien au #dylan obrien au #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan obrien smut #dylan o'brien x y/n #sam taylor #sam taylor x reader #sam taylor smut

[inkedobsidian]

-DYLAN O'BRIEN MASTERLIST-

- main masterlist - - current prompt list - f = fluff a = angst ** = nsfw

Dylan O'Brien

maybe i am (f)

back to you (a)

Mitch Rapp

try me. (a)

red -> grey (a)

i win (**)

truth or drink (f/a)

sass (f)

mr. and mrs. smith (**)

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x you #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rappxreader #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp fanfiction #mitch rapp fanfic #mitch rapp imagine

[harringtonstilinski]

Periods Suck! - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 699 Warnings: fluff, Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations! @fandom-princess-forevermore​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! It’s been a while since I wrote for our favorite spazz! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Being a girl has its perks… and its downfalls. The perks; getting to play dress up with clothes, hair and makeup. The downfalls; the dreaded menstrual cycle, that time of the month… the period.

Normally, your periods aren’t that bad. Bearable cramps, mild craving for all things junk and the extra hour of sleep you get. But this one? The worst one you’ve had in a really long time. Cramps that involved heating pads, wanting nothing but junk foods, super hormonal, barely any sleep.

There was only one person you wanted at that moment. And that person was your boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski. You called him up on the phone, which was very unusual for you since the two of you video chatted more than you did talk on the actual phone. Except during your supernatural adventures did you call on the actual phone, but that’s a different story for a different day.

“Babe?” Stiles answered. “What’s happening? Is it supernatural?”

“No,” you answered, a small groan following. “Can you bring my favorites over?”

With a few seconds hesitation, and a confused look on his face, Stiles went to ask you what you needed all that for before realization hit him in the face. “Is it–”

“Stiles,” you cried a little. “Please. The pain is starting to become unbearable.”

Grabbing his keys, he made his way out to his Jeep to get in the driver’s seat while asking, “Do you have a heating pad?”

“Yes.”

“Pain medicine?”

“Affirmative.”

“What about water?”

“Stiles!” you exclaimed. “I have everything. I just… I just want you.”

Even though you weren’t having a good time, Stile still smiled to himself. “Alright, baby, I’m coming.”

~~~

“Honey, Stiles is here,” your mom said, poking her head into your room a little.

You tried sitting up a little at seeing Stiles walk into your room, your mom leaving just a second after. 

“No, no, no, don’t sit up,” Stiles said, sitting on the side of your bed. “You need your rest.”

You gave him an unimpressed look, already tired of his games. “Stiles, I’m on my period. I didn’t have major surgery. Can you just… hold me?”

Smiling a little to himself, which you caught, Stiles nodded his head and bent over to take off his shoes. He climbed into the bed beside you, the two of you getting your favorite position to cuddle.

“Your dad isn’t going to kill me for lying in the same bed with you, is he?” Stiles ended up asking.

“Stiles,” you said, sitting up on your elbow to peer down at him. “Dad’s at work. He won’t be back until dinner time.”

“Good,” he smiled.

Scrunching your face, a small groan left your throat as you laid back down. You felt around for your heating pad, Stiles watching as you turned your head over your shoulder, successfully finding it.

You put the pad over your lower stomach area, signing in relief once the warmth hits your body. “This is the worst it’s been since I started getting them,” you voiced. “I already texted Lydia and asked if she could pick up all my work from my teachers.”

“I was about to say that you never skip school when your monthly starts,” Stiles said. “I knew something was up when you called my actual phone and not video chat.”

You lightly chuckled. “It was an emergency. Speaking of, did you bring my favorites?” You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing his eyes widen. “Shit,” he whispered. “I forgot. I was in a hurry to get here, I forgot to stop at the store and get some.” He went to sit up, taking you with him as he continued, “I’ll go get them right now, and–”

“Stiles!” you exclaimed, calling his name during his rant over and over. “It’s fine. Lay back down. I’m sure we have some downstairs in the kitchen. Right now, all I want is to lay here and cuddle with you. Plus, it’s one of the favorites I was talking about.”

Putting his arm around your shoulders, he smiled to himself. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You hummed for a moment before sighing out, “Because periods suck.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

~~~

Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24​​​ @stixnstripesworld​​​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​​​ @quanticobae​​​ @mischiefandi​​​ @kellyashcroft​​​ @lauren-novak​​​ @good-vibes-and-glitter​​

Posted on July 21, 2021

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x y/n

[strangerquinns]

Part 2 to the “let’s kiss to see what it’s like” please

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

(part one was deleted, but can be read as separate piece)

To say that the date you went on was successful and Dylan's kiss wasn't on your mind the entire time -- that would be a lie. If anything the only thing on your mind was the way Dylan tasted. How his lips moved against yours in a way that left you breathless and like your brain wasn't working for a moment. There were moments during the date your mind would wander and go back to that moment. Wanted nothing more than to have his body pressed against yours with his fingers gripping you tightly.

You'd come back home from the date feeling more confused and helpless than before you went on it. The guy was nice, but he didn't stand a chance after what you two did.

You laid in bed that night replaying the moment over and over again in your mind. But where did this leave the two of you? You weren't sure if you were going to be able to act normal around him. Not when he made your pussy wet with just the thought of his lips.

"Fuck," You cursed to yourself.

It also didn't help that you haven't seen or spoken to him in the last five days. Not that you were trying, but you didn't know what to say. Dylan was doing the opposite in constantly calling and texting you.

You hadn't bucked up enough courage to answer whenever his name popped up on your screen.

You'd heard from a few friends he flew out t New York for a few days, so that helped with the avoiding part.

That was until the sixth day and you heard your doorbell ring.

When you looked through the peeper hole and saw him standing beneath the light of your front porch, you thought for a second your heart stopped. It wasn't fair how he looked good under harsh porch lighting.

After a second you'd backed away from the door.

"I know you're there, Y/N," Dylan called from the other side of the door. "

You cursed low under your breath but didn't make a move to open the door.

"Come...you haven't been answering your phone. I-I...please open the door,"

You stood there nervous for a moment, gnawing on your bottom lip, before moving to unlock your door. Deep down you knew it was pointless to try and ignore him.

Dylan's head popped up at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes shining towards you as he perked up slightly.

"Finally," He sighed out with a bit of relief. "I was starting to think you were gonna ignore me forever."

You blushed with embarrassment and shook your head, before stepping aside, letting him in. Dylan walked towards your living room before you closed the door behind him. You followed after him before speaking.

"Sorry about that didn't intentionally do that. Was just...busy,"

"That's bullshit and you know it," Dylan spoke. "Is it cause of the kiss? Before your date?"

You fought hard to keep your face natural. "N-No."

He glared slightly, fully being able to read you and see that you were lying. Dylan shook his and reached to rub his hand over his shaved head, the two of you slipping into a tense silence.

"I'm sorry. I know you said we should act like adults and not make it a big deal," You spoke after a while. "But to be honest...I couldn't Dylan."

His eyes darted towards you quickly. "What do you mean?"

"I couldn't get it out of my mind. The entire thing, I-I...I didn't know how to act or talk to you after it happened."

Dylan took a couple steps towards you till he was towering over you slightly. "And you, what? Thought that I could? Act like I haven't been losing my mind ever since that night?"

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him.

"I have never in my life wanted something more than having you again." His voice dropped deeper and was smoother as he moved towards you a little more. Dylan's body nearly pressed into yours, able to smell the spice and musk of his cologne.

Dylan reached up and gently touched along your jaw, his touch almost feather-light, before his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip.

"To see your lips all red and swollen, after I tasted you...fuck, baby...have no idea what that did to me."

"I haven't been able to get it off my mind either," You whispered, eyes still staring up at him.

"Please tell me that date went terribly," A flare of jealousy shot through Dylan's body. He wasn't proud of it. But he couldn't deal with another man touching you.

"It did,"

Dylan's touch moved slowly down along the column of your neck, before reaching around and gripping the back of your neck. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled you against his chest.

"Good," Dylan growled out before bending down and kissing you in a fierce and hard kiss. His lips nearly smashing against yours, teeth knocking against one another.

Your arms wrapped around him and held tightly as his lips moved against yours. You could feel Dylan's fingers moving along the base of your scalp as he tilted your head back slightly, his tongue moving against yours as the kiss deepened.

The hot flash of want and lust came and moved through you again just like before. It made your chest tighten with the need for air, but you didn't want to pull away. You wanted more of him.

"Fuck baby," Dylan moaned against your lips, nipping on your lower lip slightly. "Just as sweet as I remembered."

"Please, Dylan. Don't stop," You whimpered

"I'm not baby." Dylan bent dow to kiss along your neck, before pulling back, "I'm just getting started with you."

You melted into him more as his lips were once again kissing you and claiming you.

#dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien blurb #dylan o'brien concept #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien x female reader #dylan obrien x y/n #dylan obrien x you