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โYouโve got to be kidding me.โ I groan from beside Allison, taking a look at the disaster coach calls a motel.
โIโve seen worse.โ Scott says, and I scoff. โWhere have you see worse?โ Stiles replies, rolling his eyes. I pull my jacket closer to my body, trying to shield myself from the wind the storm brings.
The track team circles up as Coach speaks up. โListen up! The meetโs been pushed til tomorrow.โ Thereโs a groan that comes from just about all of us in unison at that. โThis is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch ofโฆdegenerates like yourselves. Youโll be pairing up, choose wisely.โ
Me and Allison walk up and grab a key from Coach, checking out the number and practically stomping to our room. Scott and Stiles close behind us.
โAnd Iโll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!โ Coach shouts as everyone makes their way to their rooms for the night.
โI canโt believe this. How much you wanna bet we wake up to a cancelled track meet tomorrow.โ I complain, approaching our motel room, which is oh so conveniently right next to Scott and Stilesโ ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.
I stop at the door, waiting for Allison to unlock it, but sheโs taking her sweet time chatting it up with Scott. Stiles whips past me, brushing my shoulder.
โHey Stiles, will you and Scott do me a favor and keep the moans down tonight. I would rather not listen to you two get in on while I get my beauty sleep.โ I taunt him, leaning against the door, burning time while I wait for Allison.
Stiles halts his actions of unlocking his door to turn to me, โDidnโt you hear the coach, Y/N? โ๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด.โ Or is that word too big for you? Need me to dumb it down?โ He jabs and I scoff in his face.
โOh I heard him all right. I just wonder if you did.โ I counter, watching as he scoffs, tongue poking out to glide over his teeth.
โWeโll be quiet, Y/N/N. Besides, I donโt want to interrupt your beauty sleep; God knows you need it.โ He says, and before I can come up with a comeback, Allison is coming up behind me and unlocking our door.
Scott passes us both and bypasses Stiles into their room, โSleep tight, Y/N.โ Stiles sneers before disappearing behind Scott.
I join Allison in our room, shutting and locking the door behind me. โI hope you donโt kick in your sleep, or someoneโs gonna sleep on the floor tonight and it wonโt be me.โ I say, looking at the single bed in the middle of the dreary room.
โAbout thatโฆโ Allison says, her face already completely giving away what sheโs about to tell me.
โAllison,โ I warn her, and she trots in front of me with pleading eyes. โWould you do me a huge, huge favor and switch with Scott tonight?โ She begs, and Iโm completely and utterly in shock.
โYou cannot be serious. You want me, to share a room, a ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ, with ๐๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด?!โ I try to wrap my head around the idea of having to survive a night with Stiles Stilinski. Yeah right, ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
โYeah, no, no way in hell!โ I shout, hands flailing in the air. โHave you even met me?!โ I ask, baffled that sheโd even think that Iโd ever agree to such a thing. โI mean? have you even met Stiles?! I canโt stand him for more than a few seconds, let alone hours!โ I exclaim.
โThen donโt stand him, sit on him instead.โ Allison says, the tone in her voice suggestive. I scoff, โYeah right, me and Stiles? Never in a million years.โ I say, the idea completely out of the question.
โOh come on, Y/N! You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife! You guys just need to fuck and make up.โ Allison tries to convince me, and Iโm trying to deny the pit in my stomach that tells me she might be right.
โAllison youโre crazy. Thereโs no tension between Stiles and I.โ I answer, rolling my eyes. โOh please, Y/N! Please, please, pleaseeeee!โ She begs, not backing down.
I groan out, โAlright! Alright! But you owe me big time for this.โ I finally give in, and Allison pounces onto me to give me a tight hug.
โY/N you wonโt regret this, Iโm texting Scott now.โ She says giddily, and I change into my pajamas while we wait for Scott.
After a few minutes, thereโs a knock at our door, and I open it to reveal a just-as-giddy Scott McCall. โY/N,โ He greets me with a tight lipped smile. โScott.โ I answer, brushing passed him and out the door.
Itโs dark, rainy, and cold outside. I stand in front of Stilesโ motel room, shivering in my pajama shorts and matching t-shirt. I knock. No answer. I knock again. Still nothing.
โStiles I know this isnโt the most pleasant arrangement but itโs freezing outside, please let me in.โ I plead, my teeth chattering. Still nothing. Nothing but the howling of the wind and the drops of rain.
I sigh, sliding my back down against the door, sitting down on the cold cement. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver.
Then suddenly, the door is pulled open without warning and I look up to see a half naked Stiles. โWhatโre you doing?โ He asks, looking down at me as I scurry up and onto my feet. โWaiting for you to let me in, dumbass. Itโs cold out here.โ I chatter, pushing past his naked upper half and into the room.
The room is ice cold, not any better than outside in the elements. Stiles rolls his eyes coming back into the room and locking the door behind him.
I turn to him to ask why the heater isnโt on when he beats me to it. โYeah, well, the heater is broken to shit so itโs not much better in here.โ He answers my unspoken question. I shake my head, sitting on the bed, head in my hands. โThis cannot be happening right now.โ I complain, more to myself than Stiles.
โYou wanna complain some more, Y/N? Since youโre so good at it.โ He jabs, padding to his bag, digging through it. I scoff in response, and itโs then that I look up and take real notice of him frame. ๐๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ?
โTake a picture, itโll last longer.โ He says, pulling me out of my daze. โWhatever, get some other desperate girl to be your paparazzi.โ I reply, digging into my bag for my phone charger, but itโs nowhere to be found.
Stiles goes into the dinky bathroom to change, coming out to me huffing and puffing. โWhat is it now?โ He asks irritated, emerging from the bathroom in plaid pajama pants and a navy blue t-shirt. โI think I left my fucking charger at home.โ I groan, checking my phone percentage. 12%
He chuckles, getting snuggled into the single bed and plugging his phone in, rubbing it right in my face. He turns his phone to the side, putting on some tv show. I grab my bag off the bed and drop it to the floor, โMake some room will you?โ I push his feet from above the covers, and he scoots a millimeter to the side.
I curse under my breath, jumping into the bed and shoving him over some as he watched his phone. โJeez, Y/N/N. If you wanted to get in bed with me that bad you shouldโve just said so.โ Stiles quips, and I pull at the cold blanket to cover myself.
โOh please, get over yourself. Youโre the last person Iโd ever want to be in bed with.โ I roll my eyes, getting out my phone to distract myself from him until it inevitably dies.
Weโre laying shoulder the shoulder. Heโs holding up his phone as he watches Supernatural, and before long my phone is dead.
I set my phone on the nightstand to my right, then turning over to lay on my left side and watch his show. My face is millimeters away from his broad shoulder, and he turns his head to me, peering down.
โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ He asks, attention split between me and the phone. โMy phone died, and I like Supernatural.โ I say, my eyes flick from the screen to him.
โYou like this? Scott hates it.โ He says, turning his face back to his phone. Is he starting a normal conversation with me? What universe is this?
โOf course Scott hates it, he hates all things ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ.โ I say, wiggling magic fingers in his face. He chuckles, โYeah, guess itโs too close to home for him. I like it though, I like to think weโre like them.โ He says, comparing him and Scott to Sam and Dean.
โSo which one are you? Sam or Dean?โ I ask, giggling. โWhich one do you think I am?โ Stiles ponders, his attention fully turned toward me by now. โDefinitely Sam,โ I answer confidently, โheโs my favorite.โ I add, my eyes suddenly avoiding his own.
Thereโs an awkward silence for a moment before Stiles breaks it. โAwe, so you like me more than Scott?โ He pokes fun at me, and I roll my eyes. โIn your dreams, Stilinski. I wouldnโt be caught dead with you unless the situation was dire.โ I counter, rolling over to my back, his phone long forgotten.
He turns it off, setting it on the nightstand on his side. โSee thatโs where youโre wrong.โ He says, and the tone in the chilly room shifts. He sits up to almost hover over me. His face the closest itโs ever been to mine, and I canโt help but flicker my eyes from his to his lips and back again.
โI think you wanted this. I think you want me.โ He says, voice huskier and hushed. โStilesโฆโ I canโt think of a witty response, I canโt think about anything besides his lips, and how impossibly close they are to my own.
โSay it. Tell me, Y/N.โ He demands, a veiny hand dipping under the covers to slink down my thigh. My mind is running a hundred miles a minute, short circuiting.
โAwe, fuck it.โ I whisper, more to myself than him, closing the gap between us. Our lips connect in a searing kiss, and my hands shoot up to his neck, pulling him down to me.
He growls into my mouth, moving to now completely hover on top of me, my legs instinctively opening to make room for him. His arms prop himself up over me, and my hands explore his body, moving to slide up and under his shirt. I slowly push up his shirt til his sits up, pulling it off in one swoop.
Heโs so fucking hot. My hands dance along his slightly defined abs, speckled like his face. โLike what you see?โ He taunts, leaning back down over me to assault my neck with his lips. โOh, bite me.โ I snip, and he nips at my throat in response.
Stiles trails his nimble fingers up my shirt, but I stop him, pushing his chest until heโs off of me. I push him over to his back, straddling his waist to be on top. I settle myself into his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I pull my shirt up and off my body, revealing myself to him. The cold nips at my now half naked frame, nipples perking up and gossebumps cover my body.
I shiver a little, โItโs so cold in here, Stiles.โ I whisper, and he snakes a hand up my waist and all the way up to my neck, pulling my face down to his. โDonโt worry, baby,โ He whispers seductively, โIโll warm you up.โ
Our lips meet once again, tongues fighting for dominance. I grind down into his lap, his boner prominently poking me beneath his pants. He moans deliciously into my mouth as I do so, hands slipping into my shorts, groping my ass.
I moan as he rocks me in his lap, โGod, why did we wait so long for this?โ I whispers, looking up at me with those auburn eyes. โBecause we hate each other.โ I answer breathlessly.
โI could never hate you, baby.โ
Then heโs forcefully pushing me back over, hands dipping into the waist band or my sleep shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one go. He places a palm on each of my knees, spreading my legs apart. Iโm now fully bare and at his mercy.
I moan in anticipation as he methodically kisses up my thigh, getting close and closer to my dripping heat. He then brings a finger to swipe through my folds, my slick covering his digit as it glistens. โAll this and Iโve barely even touched you.โ He taunts me.
โStiles please,โ I beg, but heโs not ready to give in just yet. โPlease what? Use your words.โ He says huskily. โPlease Stiles, please touch me.โ I plead.
Stiles licks a stripe through my folds, sending shivers sound my spine. His mouth attacks my heat, his tongue working wonders. Stiles is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon me. He sends me over the edge almost immediately. My hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair til my knuckles turn white.
Stiles detaches his lips from my clit, sitting up to his knees and standing up off the bed. He drops his pajama pants to the ground, before zipping over to his bag to retrieve a condom from it. He rushes back over to the bed, pulling his boxers off in an instant, kneeling onto the bed in front of you as he rolls the condom into his think length.
My fists grip the bed covers, watching as he lines his swollen tip with my entrance, teasing me with it. โStiles,โ I moan, and he slides himself in completely.
He hisses as he does so, burying himself to the hilt. โFuck, Stiles.โ I moan out breathlessly. Stiles thrusts are hard, his rhythm unbearable. โYeah, you like that?โ He whispers, leaning down to me ear. His voice deep and husky, full of lust. His lips dip down to nip at my throat. โYes, Stiles.โ I moan, and I feel him smile against my kiss peppered skin.
โAwe, fuck.โ Stiles drawls out into my ear, sitting up to his knees, still fucking me, his rhythm perfect. โSay my name.โ He orders me, his hands gripping my hips as he pistons into me. I can barely take it.
Of course I do as he says. I moan his name, eyes rolling back, my mouth hung wide open as moans spill out of me. He slides a hand to my cunt, his thumb moving to circle my clit. He watches with hooded eyes where we meet as he fucks me senseless.
โSay it again.โ
โStiles.โ
โAgain.โ
โ๐๐ฉ Stiles.โ
โYeah, you getting close? Do I fuck you that good? Say it.โ He seethes, his dirty words rattling in my head. Iโm breathless, the cold room now unbearably hot. โYou fuck me so good, Sti.โ I moan, the ball in the pit of my stomach tightening with every touch of his. His hand gripping my hip. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. His thumb pressing to my clit.
โYeah? You like that, baby.โ I canโt take it anymore. โStiles,โ I moan, my limbs restless, I canโt stay still. โTell me.โ He says, leaning down over me to envelope my lips in a wet, searing kiss. I moan as he parts, โIโm gonna cum, Stiles.โ
โThen do it.โ
I obey his every word, my release washing over like a wave. My back arches into him, and Stiles buckles down, chasing his nearing high. Iโm just about to tell him I canโt take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom. His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds Iโve ever heard, I never want it to stop.
He pumps a few more times, riding out his high. โOh, fuck.โ He whispers, slowly pulling out of me. I moan as he does, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. Iโm sore now, I canโt even imagine how sore Iโll be tomorrow.
Stiles gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on. He pads to the bathroom, and I lay there for a minute not sure of what to do. I close my legs and watch as he comes back with a damp rag.
He comes back to me, kneeling on the bed in front of my closed legs. โOpen.โ He says, placing a hand on my knee to pry them open once more. He cleans me up, and Iโm completely and utterly in shock. Did he really just do that? What have I been missing out on?
When heโs does, I sit up so our faces meet, and I peck his kiss swollen lips. โThank you.โ I whisper, and he hums in response, kissing me once more.
As he goes to the bathroom to put the rag away, I gather my scattered clothes from the floor, and Iโm slipping them on as he comes back, hopping back into the bed.
Itโs at this point that Iโm not really sure what to expect now. Are we never gonna talk about this again? Are we just gonna hate each other and fuck on the side? Iโm nervous to get back in bed with him.
โCome here.โ Stiles mumbles, laying his arm out for me. I crawl into bed, snuggling into him. โDo we still hate each other?โ I whisper. He says nothing, reaching om his other arm over to his nightstand.
โHere.โ He says, handing me his phone charger.
!๐ฝ๐๐๐๐!
โJesus Stiles, turn it off.โ I grumble, his alarm blaring in my ears. Stiles is dead asleep, how heโs able to sleep through his excruciating alarm? No idea.
I reach over him to grab his phone, hitting the snooze button. But before I put it down I see a text from none other than Scott, at 12:31 AM.
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FORMULA ONE; charles leclerc, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, pierre gasly, lewis hamilton, george russell, mick schumacher, oscar piastri, lando norris, lance stroll, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel.
FORMULA TWO & THREE; arthur leclerc, ollie bearman, dennis hauger, paul aron.
COLLEGE HOCKEY; ethan edwards, mark estapa, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli.
NHL; matt barzal, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, trevor zegras, vince dune, connor bedard.
NFL; travis kelcey, joey burrow, nick bosa.
FOOTBALL; mason mount, pedro gonzalez, pablo gavira, paulo dybala, vinicius jr., jude bellingham, antonie griezmann, joao felix, marc guiu.
RIODANVERSE; percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, luke castellan, clarisse la rue, nico di angelo, thalia grace.
HARRY POTTER; harry potter, ron wesley, hermione granger, fred and george wesley, draco malfoy, oliver wood, cedrico diggory.
OUTER BANKS; jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kiara carerra.
SPIDER-MAN; mcu!peter parker, miles morales, If you wanted a character being peter parker I can write too (ex: dylan obrien!spider-man).
MISCELLANEOUS; dylan obrien, logan lerman, nate archibald, tristan dugray, stiles stilinski, milo manheim, evan buckley, chris evans, tom holland.
- Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud
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Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering โwhy did I have to fall for youโ and not realizing that you just said that out loud
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"Can we please not act as bait for the suicidal werewolves?" You spoke, your face showing how dumbfounded were as you looked at him.
From the corner of the room, you saw Scott sitting on the edge of Stiles' bed. Over the last few weeks, there had been a new pack that had arrived at Beacon Hills and was making it more than obvious they wanted to cause nothing but trouble. From attacking citizens and even causing a few of the pack members to dance on the brink of death, it was coming to the point where you all had to step in.
"I mean do you have any suggestions?" Stiles asked, "We have to draw them out."
"Anything other than sacrificing ourselves!" You screamed, letting out a groan before closing your eyes, "When has that ever worked for us in the past?"
"We're all alive aren't we?" Stiles shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my god,"
"Stiles, I agree with Y/N...let's think of something else this time," Scott spoke
"Thank you, Scott, the voice of reason per usual." You shook your head and looked and thought to yourself, โWhy did I have to fall for you, and not Scott."
Except you didn't think that you mutter it low beneath your breath.
Stiles' eyes widened in shock as he stared at you and the room began to tense. A deep set of confusion came over your face as you looked between your two friends. Scott had a smile he was trying to hide, but Stiles' face was in complete shock.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked
"W-What did you just say?" Stiles asked, taking a few small steps towards you.
"That Scott was the voice of reason?"
"No, no...after that...you said something." Stiles rushed out. Scott took that as a moment to leave, giving the two of you some privacy.
But he also couldn't stop smiling hoping now would be the moment his two best friends would finally admit their feelings for each other.
You stared at him for a moment not understanding what Stiles was trying to say, till it finally dawned on you. Your eyes went wide as you came to the realization that you'd said your confession out loud.
"Fuck, no...no, no" You shook your head and cringed slightly, "Please tell me you didn't hear anything...please..."
Stiles moved closer to you and gently caressed your face, directing you to look up should see the panic clear in your eyes. But when you looked at him, and his softened features, all you felt was love. It made butterflies erupt in your belly as you felt his warm touch caress your face.
"Please, tell that I heard you correctly, t-that you..." Stiles laughed lightly. "Do you have feelings for me?"
You felt hot suddenly, "I-I...yes...I-I do..."
A large smile spread across his face before he moved quickly and bent down to kiss you deeply. He left you breathless for a moment before your lips moved against his. You'd dreamed of kissing Stiles and always trying to imagine what it would be like. But never did you expect it to be like this. For his lips to feel so perfect against yours.
The two of you only pulled apart as the need for air became too much. But the two of you didn't separate you too much, with his forehead pressing against yours.
"I have waited years to finally hear you say that," Stiles smiled, his hands moving down to wrap around you.
"With that kiss...I'm guessing you feel the same?" You laughed lightly
"Of course, I do baby. Been in love with you since the fifth grade"
Stiles bent down and kiss you again, a little softer this time, before pulling back.
"Now we really gotta come up with a better plan," You whispered "Cause the one you came up with was shit..."
Stiles faked insult as he looked down at you, "What? That was a good plan."
"No, that was terrible." You shook your head and stepped back out of his arms.
WARNINGS: mentions of sex, steamy moments (but no smut), swearing, lots of anger/hatred, i think thatโs all??
i wrote this a whole year ago and dug it up from deep in the drafts and itโs not entirely awful so i figured i might as well publish??? also edited whilst watching some killer shark movie LMFAOO so it might be a lot worse than i think jshsjs,, quick PSA tho: i dont rlly feel comfy writing for real people anymore, and i donโt like writing smut, so whilst this is relatively steamy thereโs no actual smut in it :) hopefully someone enjoys lmfao
there is also a high likelihood that i will be deleting this soon bc i am Embarrassed
Being mortal fucking enemies with your co-worker is not exactly what you envisioned your first serious acting job to entail, but no one can have everything, you suppose. Like, it makes sense, from a realistic (OK, pessimistic) standpoint that getting hired to be a main character on a popular teen TV show with little to no acting experience and the only thing to your name being an apartment youโre about to get evicted out of for not paying your bills is exceedingly lucky. Like, come on, what are the fucking odds? And everyone knows that something so good is bound to be followed by something bad. In your case, something you consider the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person, and his name is Dylan OโBrien.
First off, you know. Dylan OโBrien. Every teenage girls wet dream. Heโs a conventionally attractive white guy who respects women because he doesnโt actively spit on them! (Youโre not saying heโs sexist, because youโre pretty sure thatโs not why he hates you, itโs just because heโs tasteless and a dick.)
Hereโs the thing, though. Ever since you started this job, heโs had it out for you. Like, genuinely, heโs fucking evil and is trying to ruin your life. Why is this? You have no clue, only that you hate him back equally as much, if not more.
What really sucks, though, is that this is the guy whoโs playing your love interest. At first, this wasnโt even really a problem for you (only to your controlling ex-boyfriend โ good fucking riddance, by the way), but it became one when you overheard Dylan actively begging the shows head writer and producer, Jeff, to cancel that plot and then storming off like a complete and utter wankstain when he was denied.
Your character's first kiss scene has had to be filmed at least a million times by now, and the crew is starting to really get pissed off by it, which, like, fair enough, you are too, but itโs not your fault you and Dylan canโt even pretend to be romantically interested in each other for five minutes! The scene itself isnโt even the problem, youโve nailed that, itโs the kiss. The gentle, loving kiss your characters are supposed to share, and Jeff is an asshole and every time heโd yell at you and Dylan youโd both just get more and more pissed at each other, and the kiss would get progressively more and more heated and angry with every retake.
Thatโs where youโre at now, bordering on eating each otherโs faces (excuse you while you yack!) as Jeff yells โcut!โ for the fifty-millionth time. You and Dylan instantly spring apart, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as Jeff sighs. Using the back of your hand, you wipe your mouth, only to pull it back to find blood. Literal fucking blood.
โDid you bite me, you fucking pervert?โ you whisper-yell at Dylan so that the crew arenโt prone to any more unprofessional behavior you exhibit. The stinging in your lip grows more profound, and you scoff. โOh my fucking God, you bit me.โ
Dylan smirks, shrugging his shoulders as he glares back at you tenfold. Heโs oozing this nonchalant smugness, and you feel more pissed at him than ever.
โHow the hell was that โgentleโ or โlovingโ!?โ you continue quietly yelling at him as Jeff talks with the rest of the crew, his hands rubbing over the creases on his forehead.
Dylanโs smirk falls, as he glares at you with incredulity, โHow was pulling my hair like, five minutes ago, any more โgentleโ or โlovingโ?!โ he spits back.
Part of you wants to admit that that was genuinely an accident, but, like, whatever. Dylan would probably take it the wrong way, interpreting it as you being kinky and attracted to him. โOK,โ you say instead, โact like you didnโt moan when I did that, you freak.โ
โI moaned in pain,โ he argues, eyebrows scrunched and a fire in his eyes as he unconsciously steps towards you.
You open your mouth, ready to retort with another remark with the intent to insult him, but Jeffโs voice quickly cuts the two of you off. โOK, guys, itโs been a long day but weโre gonna try it again,โ he breathes out, rubbing his hands together before he suddenly stops, eyes narrowing in on your lip. โJesus, OK, what the hell, your lip is bleeding Y/N.โ
โSorry about that,โ Dylan smirks, poorly feigning being apologetic. And this guyโs supposed to be an actor, Jesus Christ.
โRight,โ Jeff sighs, so obviously done with the both of you as you glare daggers at Dylan, which only seems to widen his smirk. โUm, OK, so this timeโฆ Dylan, try not to eat Y/N, OK? And, guys, try not to step on each otherโs feetโฆ or kick each otherโฆ the camera may not be able to see down there, but it shows, and we cab. Um, so, both of youโฆ. justโฆ gentle and loving, OK? This is supposed to be a sweet moment, your characters are comforting each otherโฆ. God, OK, letโs just try and get this over with.โ
Admittingly, when Jeff speaks, you arenโt even really listening. Youโre trying your best to hide the fact that youโre elbowing Dylan behind your back, and heโs aggressively standing on your toes. The both of you are glaring at each other from the corners of your eyes, paying Jeff little attention.
โAnd, reset!โ Jeff calls, the both of you getting back into position. Dylan seemingly canโt help himself, though, because he steps on your heel as you walk away from him. Fucking asshole. You curse him out in your head as you try to hide your wince and sit on Stilesโ bed. He just always has to have the last word. Itโs fucking childish.
Youโre not paying attention as Jeff continues to call to the crew, ready for a retake. Instead, youโre glaring straight ahead, and Dylan is glaring back. The tension between the two of you dissipates quickly as Jeff yells โAction!โ though, and you pretend to be upset as tears fill your eyes. You sniffle and Dylan walks over, slowly sinking himself down next to you. Thereโs a palpable distance between the two of you, one thatโs closing slowly as Dylan, in character, awkwardly shuffles towards you, fidgeting all the while.
โWhat are you doing?โ your character asks, looking at Dylan (Stiles) with soft, furrowed brows.
โUhhh,โ he stutters, โI justโtrying to comfort you?โ
โOh,โ your character says. โRight. Iโm OK, though. Sorry.โ
โYou donโt have to apologize. Itโs alright.โ
Thereโs silence for a moment, enough to be considered a moment too long, one that makes the air awkward. You arenโt looking at Jeff but you assume heโs relatively pleased, although this isnโt the part you and Dylan have been struggling with. Itโs coming up, though.
Your breath audibly halters as Dylanโs tender fingers brush your hair out of your face, tucking it behind you ear. His character is closer than you thought, as you turn to face him. His fingers are lingering in your hair, coming to hesitantly cup the side of your face as you meet his gaze. Thereโs barely even three centimeters between your faces, and your character's eyes are flicking down to his lips constantly, as though she canโt help herself.
โCan Iโฆโ Dylanโs charachter trails off, gulping. โCan Iโis it alright if I kissโ?โ
You cut him off, quickly leaning in to place a peck on his lips.
โโฆYou,โ he breathes out, his eyes widened as he looks thoroughly perplexed.
Your character bites her lip, looking down at her hands before shooting up. โSorry. IโmโI probably shouldnโt have done that. Sorry. Iโll go.โ As quickly as you stand up, though, Dylan grabs your hand.
โDonโt be sorry,โ he says, and when you turn around to face him his hands are cupping your cheeks again and youโre kissing. Itโs gentle and soft until his finger tugs a strand of your hair, and then all of a sudden your hands are in Dylanโs hair roaming through them and tugging and, next thing you know, youโre tonguing and Dylanโs hand is wrapped around your throat.
โOK, cut!โ Jeff screeches, and the two of you practically scramble away from each other. โWhat the hell, guys? You were doing so well until then. I justโฆ Letโs take another five, I guess. No, actually, screw it, weโll pick this back up tomorrow.โ
Jeff storms off, and not only are you pissed at Dylan now, youโre ashamed. The both of you have been acting unprofessional all day, just because Dylan is a fucking child. If he gets you firedโฆ Youโre gonna kill him. Fucking murder him. Shit on his mutilated corpse.
Glaring at him, you shove his side as you storm off to go back to your trailer and calm down. You need to sleep because tomorrow is an early shoot and itโs already late, and now you probably wonโt be able to because youโre pissed and stressed and worried.
Unfortunately for you, thereโs a pattern of thudding footsteps on the ground before Dylan catches up to you. โJesus, can you slow down?โ he rasps. โWhat the hell did I even do now?โ
โAre you fucking serious, OโBrien?โ you whirl around, only to be met with him much closer than you anticipated. โI could get fired โcause of your immature ass.โ
โOh, my immature ass?โ he scoffs. โDo you even hear yourself?โ
With a roll of your eyes, you turn around and continue on your merry way to your trailer. You want to get away from Dylan, desperately, before you end up punching him, but he doesnโt seem to be getting the hint and is hot on your heels.
โYouโre the one always calling me a dick and shit, insulting me, starting stuff. I mean, I have bruises on my back from you elbowing me just a minute ago.โ Youโre at your trailer now, after blocking out Dylanโs ranting in your ear, but you only just open the door before he continues, โWhat, you mad โcause no one else ever dishes back what you put out? Sorry not everyone just accepts your word as gospel, princess.โ
โFirst of all, fuck you,โ you spit. Youโre giving him the attention and reaction he wants, but you donโt even care. Youโre that pissed off. โSecond of all, me, the princess? Holy shit, OโBrien, youโre delusional. You had a go at me today because I ate the last mac โn cheese, even though your name wasnโt on it. You think everything belongs to you because everybody loves you. News flash, it doesnโt, and they donโt. They just suck up to you because youโre a rich white guy with an army of teenage girls behind you.โ
โSounds like youโre just jealous to me,โ Dylan shrugs, trying to pretend heโs unaffected but the stiffness in his shoulders is entirely obvious. โI mean, come on, letโs be honest here, youโre used to getting everything, to being the favourite, but the moment someone else gets attention you go fucking haywire. Or maybe youโre just in love with me. You say you hate me but, come on, everyone knows thereโs a thin line between love and hate.โ
โMe? Love you?โ You scoff, laughing aggressively. โOnly one of us choked the other as they shoved their tongue down their throat today.โ
โChoked you?โ Dylan snorts. โYou wish. I merely placed my hand in the wrong place. It was an accident, Y/L/N. You know, like you.โ
โOh, good one. You really got me there, Dyl.โ The sarcasm is practically oozing out of your every pore at this point. โAnd your hand was around my neck. How do you accidentally do that?โ
โI was aiming for your other cheek, but you were tugging on my hair so much I could barely fucking see,โ he retorts.
โOh, sure. You were aiming for my cheek and you just accidentally slipped your hand right like this,โ you say, sliding your hand around Dylanโs throat to demonstrate, lightly pushing him against the wall.
โYeah, maybe like how you accidentally kept going like this,โ Dylan says, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares straight into yours, his fingers sliding through your hair before gripping and yanking.
โI hate you,โ you breathe, your gazes re-aligning. The distance between the two of you is minimal at this point, and thereโs an angry hornets nest in your stomach that you blame on your insatiable anger and hatred of this man in front of you.
โFight me,โ he spits, eyes boring into yours and not breaking contact for even a second.
โOh, you wanna fight?โ You challenge, mocking him.
โFuck you,โ he spits again, violently frustrated.
โOh, you wanna fuck?โ You were supposed to say it with a laugh, but the distance between the two of you is so small, and your voice sounds so quiet, and his eyes are looking at yours like that, and it suddenly sounds so reasonableโฆ The two of you are kissing, but it doesnโt feel like kissing. It feels like more. It doesnโt start gentle and slow, like the ones you were doing for the camera earlier, it starts violent and angry as you communicate every ounce of hatred from one body to another.
Dylanโs foot juts out, his hands sliding down your body as he kicks the door to the trailer shut. Immediately, you push him up against the closed door, hands sliding into his hair as his hands come up to cup your cheeks with vigor.
โI knew you were into that,โ he groans, smirking.
โShut the fuck up,โ you retort, forcing his head back down to yours so your lips can re-meet. His laugh cuts off into a moan as you pull his hair, and he suddenly flips the two of you around, parting your legs with his foot as his hands cup your ass.
The next day, you drag yourself into hair and makeup, ashamed. You know Sam, your makeup artist, is gonna want to kill you for all the goddamn hickies on your neck. Honest to god, it looks like youโve just crawled out a leech-infested lake.
โJesus Christ, girl,โ Sam gasps as you take your usual seat. โYou get mauled or something?โ
The woman lifts your hair as she peers at your marked-up neck, assessing the damage. She seems more amused than pissed off, thankfully, but it does nothing to quell your embarrassment. You just hope you didnโt mark Dylan up as much as he did you, or else someone might just put the pieces together. You do not want people thinking your standards are low enough to sleep with himโthey might think youโre some sex-crazed satanist if they know you fucked the devil last night.
โYeah, something like that,โ you sigh, irritation lining your tone. It just so happens that, at that moment, the trailer door opens and in comes Dylan. Your eyes meet immediately, just as they always have done when the two of you have found yourselves in the same room. You glare, but you find itโs half-hearted and, unlike usual, he looks away and goes over to his own seat, seemingly searching for something.
Huh.
โYou gotta tell me who did this to you,โ Sam whistles, still in shock, apparently. โSlip โem my number, maybe.โ
You canโt see Dylan entirely, his back half-turned to you, but you see the corner of his lips turn up as he tries to suppress a smirk.
โYou know what they say about guys who put on a show,โ you shrug, eyes narrowed in Dylanโs direction. Heโs pretending to search for his phone still, but you saw him slip it into his pocket already. Nosey fucker. โItโs a little somethinโ called overcompensation.โ
Sam lets out a loud cackle, turning to grab something out of her bag, and Dylan, done with pretending to look for his phone, whirls his head around to give you a subtle glare and a raised eyebrow, a smug look on his face like he knows youโre lying. (Which you, very begrudgingly, have to admit to yourself that you are.)
You hate Dylan. Despise him, even. More than youโve ever hated anyone; you can rationalize why last night happened easily enough. The amount of hatred and tension and the pressure from Jeff to get that scene right all blew up. That much emotion had to be exhausted somewhere, and, well, it was. It was a blip in the timeline, some kind of glitch in the matrix, but it happened and thereโs an easy explanation. What thereโs not an easy explanation for, however, is why you liked it so much. Why youโre lying, trying to pretend it wasnโt nearly as good as it was, trying to pretend youโre not still thinking about how it felt to kiss him and kiss him and kiss himโฆ There is no logical explanation for that.
In fact, itโs entirely illogical, the mushy way you feel inside when you met his eyes, covered with a glare that you wish had half the hate in it that it normally does. Itโs weird and itโs wrong, because youโre not supposed to have butterflies when you think of the way his hand had caressed your face, the way he ran his fingers through your hair, the way his arms felt, wrapped around you. Youโre supposed to be revolted.
Heโs smug and heโs pompous and you cannot stand him, let alone stand the thought of kissing him. And yet, although you hate the fact that the thought exists, you yearn for it. You find yourself excited, even, to go to set and get yelled at by Jeff because you simply cannot help yourselves when it comes to one another. You hate it, every second of it, every second of him. You think you hate him so much you might actually love him. And with the wink he sends over his shoulder as he leaves the trailer, eyes dark as they peer at the hickies Sam is frantically trying to cover up, you think he does, too.
Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.
Julia lived with her longterm girlfriend, Aly. They had this great place in the city that we all would gather monthly for a group party. It was the best way to get everyone to catch up for hours without paying out the ass for booze. Mikey and Olivia came over to my place before the big party to pregame, get ready, and force me to come. Olivia put me in black pants and the tiniest top she could find in my closet while Mikey handed me shot after shot. About two hours later, the three of us arrived at Julia's.ย
โHey!โ Aly cheered as she gave each of us a hug individually. โYou look stunning!โ Aly smiled as she held me a little tighter. โKamille isnโt here yet.โ She pulled away and watched as a weight lifted off my shoulders. Iโve never been so relieved to learn that Dylan wasnโt there. I smiled at the girl and then walked past her to the kitchen to get another drink. Iโve got enough time to be drunk enough to handle dealing with this girl.ย
I open their large fridge and pull out a can of whatever is closest and a couple of jello shots. I throw my head back and immediately suck three shots down before cracking open the can in my hands and closing the fridge. I turn and see a tall figure watching me with a smirk, making me jump just enough to spill some of my drink. โGod! Why didnโt you say anything!โ The man scoffed lightly, โI thought we werenโt talking right now.โ I looked at him emotionless. โWe arenโt.โ Dylan rolls his eyes for a second, โI thought youโd be happy that Kamille isnโt here.โ I turned to face him again after trying my best to leave the kitchen without any more words. โI am happy. Iโm ecstatic, even! Because now I donโt have to worry about being fucking bullied for just existing!โ Dylan scoffed angrily, โGet off your high horse, Y/N/N. Sheโs not that bad.โ I put my drink down on the counter and walk closer to the man in front of me, โYes, she is! Her entire existence is to hurt my feelings!โ Both of our voices were rising more and more with each word. I could hear Julia turning the music up to give us some sort of privacy. โSheโs got a good reason for it, Y/N.โ I throw my hands up angrily, โAre you fucking serious?โ Dylan mocks my actions. โWhat could possibly be a good enough reason to be a bitch?โ Dylan moves closer to me again, โBecause sheโs jealous. Sheโs jealous of how close we are.โ I shake my head back and forth, close enough to feel his breath on my face. โThatโs a bullshit fucking reason, Dylan. Sheโs the one dating you, not me.โ We were both breathing heavily and angrily, our eyes switching back and forth as we argued like weโve never argued before. The silence shouldโve helped us both calm down, but it didnโt. The only thing that changed any demeanor between the two of us in the present moment was the sudden leap Dylan took.
He pressed his lips against mine feverishly. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as both my arms wrapped around his. His other hand found my waist followed by the first hand as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His lips paced insatiably down my neck and chest. โDylan-โ I moaned as he hit every spot I wanted him to. โWait- Dylan-โ He continued moving around my body. His lips finally made their way back to my own and so did the thought I had before, โWait.โ He pulled away breathlessly. โWhat?โ I looked at him for a second as I tried to catch my breath as well. โWhat the hell are we doing?โ Dylan looked around for a moment, noting where each of his hands were, โMaking out?โ I shook my head, โNo, no, Dylan. I mean, what the fuck is this? What about Kamille?โ Dylan shrugged his shoulders, โI thought you hated Kamille.โ He sighed as he began kissing my neck again. I pushed him back softly, โDylan.โ The man pulled away from me again with a tense look on his face. โLook, Y/N/N, thereโs something I sort of left out about Kamille and Iโs relationship.โ I nod my head to urge him to continue. โWe have an open relationship.โ I furrow my eyebrows at the boy in between my legs - the one that Iโve been wanting in between my legs. He shrugs, โBasically, we can fuck whoever we want as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day.โ Dylan smirks softly before eyeing my lips again and diving back in. At first, I let him graciously - not fully processing what he just said to me. Moments later, I moan his name again. โDylan.โ He smirks into my shoulder, โGod, I love hearing you moan that.โ I shook my head, โNo, Dyl-โ I sigh, pushing the boy back, โNo. No, no, no.โ Dylan looks back at me in confusion, โWhat?โ I shake my head and hop down off the counter top. โI-Iโm not just someone you can fuck. Iโm your friend- your best friendโฆโ I pause and shake my head before mumbling quietly, โOr at least I thought I wasโฆโ
you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when sheโs holding kulture and it was hella cute thatโs why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum ๐ญ
The Vogue 75: Dylan OโBrien x Reader
Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.
Warnings: family dynamics I guess? Thatโs about it!
โBabe, what are you doing?โ Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.
โCleaning Dylโ y/n groaned, โtheyโre going to be here soonโ.
Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wifeโs waist, resting his head on her shoulder.
โYou act like weโre some kind of chaotic householdโ he teases, kissing her cheek.
She smirks, โus? Chaos? Never!โ
Dylan laughs, โsee, thereโs the spirit!โ
She rolls her eyes, โNate threw his peas everywhere thoughโ.
Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesnโt go unnoticed by y/n.
She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.
He holds his hands up in defense, โI donโt know why he does that with youโ.
โMmhmmโ she squints, โwell since itโs so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressedโ.
Dylan laughs and nods, โfine, but then weโre done. The house is more clean than normal, we donโt need to make it look like we donโt actually live hereโ.
โDealโ she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.
โAves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddyโs interviewโ y/n says, knocking on Averyโs doorframe to alert her of her presence.
The four year old grins at her mom and nods, โdress?โ
Y/n smiles and kisses Averyโs head, โsure thing Aves. Which one?โ
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After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.
โDylan, have you seen Nateโs white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-โ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nateโs lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.
Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, โthis is what you had planned right?โ
She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, โyes, now both my boys are readyโ.
Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, โseems the girls are too hmm?โ
Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, โIโm still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylanโ.
Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, โdoesnโt momma look gorgeous?โ
Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylanโs arm.
Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, โthanks handsome but Iโm still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hairโ.
Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, โbesides I think I have some peas in the bunโ.
Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.
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โThatโs so excitingโ the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, โwhat was the best part of that filming experience?โ
As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylanโs face instantly breaks into a huge smile.
โI can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the bestโ he says, releasing a blissful sigh.
Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.
Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.
Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasnโt changed her in the slightest.
โThis is your wife, yes?โ The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.
He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.
โYes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n OโBrien. My wife and mother of our childrenโ he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.
Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, โthe charming Dylan OโBrien folksโ.
She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.
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The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.
They wanted it to be a normal day for them.
Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.
Sheโd been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.
After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.
Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.
Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewerโs questions.
Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.
Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.
Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.
Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wifeโs intervention.
While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.
It wasnโt as if he wasnโt wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.
Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.
Y/n had seen the look in Dylanโs eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.
That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.
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As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.
She knew eventually heโd likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, thatโs where his focus should be.
But Dylan thought otherwise.
He didnโt care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.
Heโd already ensured he didnโt need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.
Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.
As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.
โBabe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying โ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.
"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.
โYes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying againโ Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.
She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you canโt expect your daddy to know you donโt want the flamingo with the hat anymoreโ.
Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?
When did it change?
Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?
Y/n noticed Dylanโs silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.
โ โmember Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.
Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadnโt been long.
He had no way of knowing of this change yet.
Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.
โHere ya go Dyl, that should fix this oneโs fussy stateโ she said, tapping Nateโs nose softly.
โAhh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?โ He asked, a genuine laugh following.
Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.
Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.
Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.
Dylan wrapped one arm around y/Nโs waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.
Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her momโs lap to join her brother on Dylanโs.
Dylan kissed Averyโs forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.
After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.
โHow many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!โ She laughed lightly.
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Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.
Sheโd planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasnโt going to push it and put the toys away.
Plus, she hoped theyโd keep the kids busy and out of Dylanโs hair for the interview.
Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"
โEight? Is there a reason theyโre all flamingos?โ She asked, making Dylanโs face brighter.
Dylan hid his face in his wifeโs neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.
โWe were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first timeโ y/n explained, smiling at her family.
Averyโs eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.
โAvery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takesโ y/n recalled.
โThese two take after their mom in how much they love the beachโ Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/Nโs shoulder but his face no longer hidden.
Y/n blushed, โAvery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-โ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.
Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.
โWhereas Nate adored the flamingosโ y/n finished, shrugging.
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โAnd they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interestsโ the interviewer complimented.
โY/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep upโ Dylan admits, kissing y/Nโs cheek in appreciation.
Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.
โSpeaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylanโ she smirked.
โThe same goes for Averyโs favorite dollโ she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.
He hadnโt even realized that.
It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.
Especially Averyโs, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.
So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.
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โThey certainly seem to adore you Dylanโ the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.
โThey always have, which is why I can now go make dinnerโ y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.
โNow that theyโre older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?โ The interviewer asks.
Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.
โThey do yes. Iโm beyond blessed in that y/nโs scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that sheโs willing to help wrangle these two on the plane ridesโ Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.
โTheyโre not that bad on the plane Dylanโ y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.
โBut yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldnโt do it otherwiseโ he admits, blushing again.
โHowever, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, itโs our space thatโs tailored to just our familyโ he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.
โDo you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?โ The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.
Although theyโd discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.
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โOoh I can show our bell!โ Avery gasps, slipping off Dylanโs lap and running to the front door.
โWait up Ave!โ Dylan calls, laughing.
โThe bell?โ The interviewer asks quietly.
โThe doorbell, she loves the sound it makesโ Dylan smirks, following his four year old.
โNay-nay want to help them see?โ Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylanโs arms.
Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.
Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.
He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.
Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.
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โReady?โ Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.
Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the โmagicalโ doorbell.
It was simply a regular doorbell that theyโd connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.
It was y/Nโs idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.
It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.
The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.
Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.
However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.
Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.
โYou did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?โ He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/Nโs staring back at him.
โโโ
Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.
He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.
For example, the family room was now called the โwatching tv and playing gamesโ room.
As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.
โIs it going okay?โ Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their โfood and dish roomโ.
โAbsolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world โ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.
Y/n blushed, โas long as the public doesnโt say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our lifeโ.
โI wonโt allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my wordโ he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasnโt on Nate.
She nods, โI know Dylan, now go finish so we can eatโ.
โWe actually are finished nowโ the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.
โWe just have to do your outroโ the interviewer agreed.
โCome here Avey dearโ Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.
โHere, let me hold Nateโ y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.
Nate babbles as he snuggles into his momโs side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.
โAve, Nate, can I have some help?โ He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.
Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.
Dylan grins and nods once, โalrightโ.
โI am Dylan OโBrienโ he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, โand this wasโฆโ
Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.
โAnnnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space todayโ the interviewer thanks.
โOf course, and please donโt feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if youโd likeโ y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.
โThatโs very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you againโ the interviewer responds.
Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.
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As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.
He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.
Alright, now, no more cameras.
โWant me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?โ Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.
Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.
โWhat am I thinking?โ He scolds himself softly, โyou cooked, Iโve got both tasksโ.
โDyl-โ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.
โAh, ah, shhhโ he smiles, โIโm doing this small thing for my lovely familyโ.
Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.
Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring theyโre secure.
He winks at y/n, โyou know, thereโs an extra seat stillโ.
Y/n hummed and smirked, โnot for longโ.
Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.
โโโ
Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.
โReally?โ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.
โOh Dylโ she coos, cupping his face, โyes, reallyโ.
Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.
โDaddy?โ Avery asks worriedly.
Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/Nโs lips, cheeks, and nose.
โIโm okay Avesโ he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, โIโm more than okayโ.
Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.
Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.
โEven more of a reason you should be resting!โ He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.
Dylan couldnโt be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.
He was honest when he said heโd give up his career for his family.
He was just fortunate that his wife didnโt seem to mind the chaos it brought them.
He didnโt stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.
Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.
Itโs a warm August Friday. School has started but weโre still trying to hold onto the summer. Itโs shorts and t-shirt weather, my favorite kind of weather. So Stiles and I make our way to the one place youโd always find us during those summer months. The drive-in theater.
โWhatโre you looking for?โ Stiles asks me, watching as I dig through my bag. โI thought I brought my chapstick.โ I say, still searching. I pay no attention to Stiles whoโs reaching into his pocket and hands me his.
โUgh, cherry.โ I look at him disapprovingly. โHey, you wanted chapstick, I gave you chapstick.โ He chuckles, and I sigh, removing the cap.
โYouโll be fine, plus youโll forget about it once the movie starts.โ Stiles says as we pull up the the drive-in theater. We drive up and pay at the window and Stiles finds a good spot to park. Once heโs found an open spot he likes, he backs into it. Turning his body, his right arm stretched out to my seat, looking through the back windshield. ๐๐ค๐โฆ
โOkay, letโs do this.โ Stiles says excitedly, parking the jeep and getting out. I hop out too and walk around the jeep to the trunk. Stiles is opening up the hatch and there it is. Probably the equally most fun and disgusting place in his jeep, depending on who you ask. Weโve got plenty of blankets laying in the back to cushion us while we watch the movie.
Stiles is practically shaking from excitement, weโve planned this drive-in date a month ahead. I mean, Stiles and I come to the drive-in A LOT. However, tonight is different because, of course, theyโre playing Star Wars.
I hop up into the back of the jeep along with Stiles, sitting on his right. We get comfy and sit against the back seat. Thereโs no one parked in front of us, thank God, and thereโs not really anyone at the drive-in at all this time around.
โItโs pretty deserted tonight.โ I turn my head to him, admiring his face as the light from the screen shines on him. โYeah, whatโs up with that? Whereโs all the Star Wars fans at, huh?โ He complains, almost baffled that he may be the only die-hard Star Wars fan in Beacon Hills.
โI donโt know, maybe theyโd just rather watch the movies at home.โ I reply, giggling; already knowing what heโs going to say. โThatโs outrageous. This is so much better than sitting on the couch. This is where the fun is.โ Stiles exasperates, flailing his arms at the screen.
I just giggle, admiring him. โI mean, this is more fun that watching it at my house, right?โ He asks, turning his head to me. I donโt answer at first, instead leaning in to give him a kiss; which he accepts almost instantaneously.
โYes, Stiles, this is more fun. Plus, you know how much I love the drive-in.โ I tell him, leaning my head on his right shoulder as the commercials end and the beginning of the movie starts. Stiles brings his arm around my back, which urges me closer. In all honesty, Iโve been dying to be with Stiles; just the two of us. Since school has started, we havenโt had a single moment for ourselves. Starting of school work, and of course along with whatever Scott gets us into, we get really busy really fast. And Iโm itching for Stilesโ touch.
As the movie plays, Stilesโ full attention is towards the screen. He absentmindedly makes circles with his thumb as his hand resides on my waist. My left arm is around behind his back, my other in my lap. My legs are curled up now, I rest them on his thigh. My head still rests in that sweet spot between his shoulder and his arm that was made just for me. I canโt stop thinking about his arm around me. My mind running wild.
Itโs about a fourth of the way trough the movie that I canโt take it anymore. I trail the hand I have behind his back lower, deciding to slip it under and up his shirt. My hands must be cold, because he gets a little chill as I do so. Even then, I trail my hand over his bare skin, which is now at my disposal. I draw designs softly with my nails, scratching his back lightly.
Stiles hums, finally acknowledging me. โMm, that feels good.โ He mumbles, but eyes not leaving the screen. I crane my neck up slightly, my face now mere millimeters away from his exposed neck. โDoes it?โ I whisper, leaning up to kiss his neck. One kiss. Two, three. My hand in my lap slides to his.
โBabe, weโre watching a movie.โ He warns me, now fully aware of my intentions. I slide my hand up to his chest. โWhatโs that gotta do with anything?โ I counter, giving his neck a few more kisses. He sighs, I know Iโm getting to him.
โYou know this happens every time we have a movie night, right? Is there something you wanna tell me, Y/N? Does fine cinematography turn you on?โ Stiles tries to play with me, ease his own temptations. But Iโve already got him where I want him.
โNo, you do though.โ I reply, sliding my hand from his chest down to the waist band of his jeans. He lets in a sharp breath as I dip my fingers into his pants to grip his belt buckle. โWeโre in public.โ He warns again, but I donโt listen.
โThatโs what makes it so fun.โ I reply, slowly undoing his belt, and he lets me. I get his belt loose and unbutton his jeans, unzipping them agonizingly slow. Stiles has by now given up on trying to act cool, and is now practically itching to be touched. Thereโs already a tent in his boxers as I pull his jeans down just a bit.
Stiles uses his right arm thatโs still around me to urge me into his lap, and I oblige. I straddle him, both my hands now on his chest, and he pulls me into a kiss. I grind onto him as his arms slink to my waist, going to unbutton my shorts as if second nature.
He unzips my shorts, revealing just enough to see the the little bow at the top of my panties. โAwe, fuck.โ He lets out, before dipping a hand down my panties to where he knows I want him. I moan as he teases my entrance, and his mouth envelopes mine in another kiss. I bring a hand down to grope him through his boxers.
I throw my head back as Stiles finally slips a finger inside me, then two. I try to be quiet, but as he rocks his fingers back and forth, trying to be quiet is near impossible. I then drop my head to the crook of his neck, my hot breath hitting him.
โStiles, need you so bad.โ I say, now plunging my hand into his boxers to grab him, and he hisses. I use my thumb to play with his tip, spreading the pre cum. Then, without warning, Stiles pulls his fingers from my shorts. I whine as he grabs one of the many blankets in the trunk to cover our waists.
Itโs then that his hands urge my shorts down and off my legs, and I pull his boxers down just enough to free him. โCan you be quiet?โ Stiles looks at me, I can tell that being in public turns him on, he just wonโt admit it. He likes the thought of being caught almost as much as I do.
โYes.โ Is all I reply with before heโs lining himself up with me before putting his hands on my hips to urge me down. I try not to let out a moan as I slowly sink down, Stiles stretching me fully. Once Iโve taken all of him, I place my hands on either of his shoulders. I slowly start to bounce on his cock, Stiles watching with his mouth hanging open in awe. Itโs at this point that I now know for a fact that he likes it when I ride him the most.
I rock my hips against his, the movie now completely forgotten. Iโm so focused on Stiles that I barely notice his hand going down to my little bundle of nerves. When I feel him starting to rub circles, I start to lose my momentum. โOh, you like that, donโt you?โ He taunts me.
โYeah,โ I say breathlessly, โYโso good, Sti.โ I begin to babble, something that Stiles frequently takes advantage of.
โYeah, ya like when I take care of you, huh?โ
โYes.โ
โLike when I give you what you want?โ
โOh, yes.โ
Stiles starts to buck his hips, thrusting up into me, and I can barely take it. I can tell heโs chasing his high the by way way he hisses and by the sweat that begins to form on his hairline. Heโs still assaulting my clit when I speak up.
โStiles, Iโm gonna cum.โ I warn him, and he pulls his other hand from my hip to cover my mouth as I do. And suddenly I can no longer bounce on him, all I can do is ride out what heโs giving to me.
Stiles still covers my mouth and begins to thrust up hard and fast, and I can barely take any more. But not before he pulls out and strings of white are splayed over my thigh. He throws his head back against the back seat, mouth hanging agape.
I scoop up his ropes with a finger, but wait for him to lift his head up to look at me before I bring my finger to my lips. I lick it clean, and Stiles could quite possibly be the hungriest man Iโve ever seen.
โWe seriously canโt even make it one movie without fucking. I owe Scott 5 bucks.โ
Reader needing to be a cockwarmer for Dylan some nights to be able to go to sleep. No necessarily sex, just the closeness. And Dylan is more than happy to oblige.
โMore,โ you insist, rolling your hips lazily against his, gasping as your puffy clit catches on his weeping cockhead. Dylan makes a discontented sound, grasping at your waist in an attempt to halt your movements; though all it really does is serve to make you cry out, โdaddy please! Need- need to feel you,โ
โShh, sweet girl,โ he brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, twirling a calloused finger around a stray hair there. His lips connect with your forehead, and he ever so slowly twists your bodies until heโs underneath you, letting your overused cunt rest on the defined muscles of his abdomen.
โDaddy! Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy-โ you grind yourself down, tears spilling over your eyes from the overstimulation, but youโre so desperate for the closeness that you cling tight to him, tucking your head beneath his chin and breathing deep.
โShh, bunny,โ he slides you down onto his cock, ever so gentle, one hand supporting the small of your back. You relax into him, breathing softly into the crook of his neck, โsโokay, mโgonna keep you nice n warm,โ
I have a request for you! Stiles and female reader in bed and theyโre sleeping he wakes up and just stares at her and runs his hand over her naked back and she wakes up and smut ensues
Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader
18+ for sexual situations
morning sex with stiles
The sun streamed in through the window behind his headboard, stretching its bright yellow rays across his face. Stiles' face scrunched up slightly as his sleep was interrupted. Slowly his mind and body began to wake up. Stiles stifled a yawn before his brown eyes blinked awake - the first thing his eyes see is you. The blanket draped around your waist and left the upper part of your back exposed to him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he moved closer to you. Stiles bent down and pressed his lips against your bare shoulder while his hands wrapped around your waist, his hand spanning over your lower stomach. You moaned softly in your sleep, not fully waking, but relaxing into his touch.
His smile tugged up his lips a little more before his hand moved back around so it traveled up your back. The soft caress of his fingers dancing across your skin began to slowly wake up you as well. Your face nuzzled into the pillow beneath your head and moaned softly as Stiles' scent surrounded you.
"Mmmm, Stiles..." You moaned as his fingers moved along the side of your chest and teased your nipple slightly. "...baby,"
"Morning beautiful," His voice was deeper from his sleep still, a roughness to it that had you whimpering for a different reason.
"We didn't wake up last night...what if your dad came and checked on you?" You slowly turned to face him, shifting your body closer to his till both your legs intertwined together.
"My dad loves you, even if he did come in, we just looked like we're sleeping." Stiles shrugged his shoulder slightly. "But I also made sure to lock the door before we even...slept."
A cocky smirk spread across his face that had you rolling your eyes. Stiles moved to hover over you slightly and bent down to kiss your lips. Your hand moved up to grab the back of his neck, your nails scratching along his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.
Stiles' hands traveled along your body as your lips moved against each other. With each passing second, the kiss becomes more and more feverish between you both. You pulled back from each other but didn't stop touching and caressing one another. His lips moved to kiss and suck down your neck as your hand traveled down his chest and moved down further. Your fingers teased over his pubes before wrapping around his cock, feeling him hard and heavy in your hand. Stiles whimpered against your lips with a curse as your hand stroked him slowly.
"Stiles," You moaned as his thumb moved against your nipple again, before his lips wrapped around it. "...F-Fuck..."
You loved feeling him jerk within your hand the more you stroked him. When Stiles pulled back slightly, you used the momentum to push him onto his back. The blanket fell from the two of you as you eagerly settled between his legs. Stiles looked down and watched you with lustful eyes as your lips wrapped around him. His jaw dropped with a soft breathy moan as your tongue moved against him.
"O-Oh...fucking...god, baby." Stiles groaned as his hand reached down to fist your hair, guiding you more, to take him deeper down your throat. "God damn...love seeing those lips wrapped around me."
You looked up towards him as your lips pressed against his base, choking slightly, before pulling back. His cock left your mouth with a soft pop and saliva strung between your lips and his head. Your hand continued to stroke him as you watched him. How his chest moved a little faster the more his breath picked up. How it also flushed red slightly. Stiles right on the brink only turned you on more and made you aching for him more.
His hand reached out and caressed your thigh, making a pulling motion to move you straddle over him.
"Come here, baby...wanna watch you ride me." Stiles moaned
Your teeth pulled your lower lip in between them as you straddled over him more. You teased his cock against your wet slit for a few passing moments before slowly sinking down around him. You bent down and brought him into a kiss to muffle both your sounds, unsure of his father as still home. The last thing you wanted was the Sheriff hearing as you fucked his son.
The moment he was fully, deep inside of you, you sat there for a moment. You were still sore from the night before when you came back to his place after a date. You pulled back and pressed your hands against his chest before you began to move. Slowly rising before sinking back down. Stiles moved his hand to grab at your waist and help guide you more.
"That's it...oh, fuck, fuck fuck," Stiles groaned. "God...fucking love your pussy so much baby."
Stiles growled as he felt you pulse and tighten around him more at the sound of his words. You were always a lover of his dirty talk, only becoming slicker and pulling him into you deeper the more her called you a "good girl," and told you how tight and wet your pussy felt.
As you picked up the rhythm and pace his bed rocked against the wall slightly. Stiles grabbed you and pulled you down to his chest, halting your movement, before he began to thrust up into you. Thankfully your face was nuzzled into his neck as you screamed out his neck. Stiles placed his feet flat on his bed and used the leverage to fuck harder and deeper into you - without the bed banging against the wall.
"...yes, yes, yes...fuuck, don't stop...oh, Stiles." You chanted with a breathy moan in his ear as he hit the right spot over and over again. You felt your toes begin to curl as the ever-approaching orgasm grew stronger and closer.
"Mmmm can feel you tightening around me baby." Stiles grabbed tighter to your ass as he held you, "Gonna cum for me like a good girl? Cum all over my cock till I fill you up?"
You pulled back till both your forehead were pressed together, looking deep into his eyes as all you were able to do was moan in response while nodding your head. One of his hands moved from your ass, and instead grabbed around your throat. A small little gasp came from you before he tightened around it more and more. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head till soon you were sent over.
His hand around your throat muffled out your cry as you came, your hips grinding down against him as it moved through your body quickly. Just as you were coming down, Stiles rolled the both of you over as he drove into you with erratic, harder thrusts. You tightened around him more as you heard the sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, mixing in with your heavy pants and moans.
"Give it to me, give it to me," You chanted over and over before Stiles pressed his hips tightly against yours, cumming deep inside of you. Your legs hooked around his waist and pulled him in tighter and closer.
"Fuck, Y/N" Stiles groaned before bending down and kissing you. It was sloppy and passionate as you two laid there. "Can't get enough of you, beautiful...goddamn..."
You smiled up towards him, caressing his face, "Good...cause I can't get enough of you."