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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Hey love! Could you do a Dylan smut where him and the reader are trying for another baby? It could be very fluffy and cute. Thanks!❤️

Author's Notes: I based this around the same family dynamic as Around the Carousel. Thank you for the request - if this was yours, I hope you love it! I decided to not make it full smut, I enjoyed the dynamic as it was. Doesn't mean there's a lack of love. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Parenthood, Talk of pregnancy, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos. Otherwise rather fluffy.

Requested? Yes! Requests are OPEN!

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Dylan liked to say that after their daughter was born that he made a firm "promise" that he and his wife would have a longstanding date night. Although in total honesty, going to the grocery store for the potatoes for dinner with her felt like a romantic outing.

Yeah, he'll take all the grief. Pile it on.

But Dylan Rhodes O'Brien is nothing, if not a man of his word. So every other Saturday since Melody Lynn had been born, he and the wife did something. In the beginning when she didn't like being far away from the baby for too long it was just a coffee and a walk around the block. And slowly it progressed. A movie, a couple of cocktails, dinner and cocktails. Then before they knew it, they were kissing Melody's forehead goodbye as they dropped her off at a friend's house for her very first sleepover.

"You sure that you're alright to watch her tonight?" Dylan inquired, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched his wife fuss over the baby one last time.

Pacifier? Check. Mr. Bear? Check.

His wife had vowed to him that if he had forgotten Mr. Bear than it would be a long, long time before he would ever see her naked again. Their daughter lived for that stuffed bear, so he knew that the stakes were high.

"I promise, we will be fine. You know I'm dying for a little girl time with Miss. Melody. We're going to watch a movie, decorate some cookies. It's going to be so much fun. Now, you two. Leave us alone, and go have your own fun." The tall woman smiled, brushing the baby's messy hair back from her face.

"Okay. Call us if you need anything, or have any questions?" Dylan's wife mumbled, wringing her hands nervously as she stepped down from the porch and watched their little girl curl her body happily into her Auntie.

"Leave. I love you, but leave. We are more than fine here. Wave bye to Mama and Papa, Miss. Melody."

Dylan gently wrapped his fingers around his wife's elbow and pulled her down the porch, back towards their family friendly S.U.V. Usually on date nights they took out the Audi, but this date night was different. Instead of going out for dinner, drinks, a movie or dancing - they had decided to do any, or all of those things at home. Dylan had picked up something for dinner, was happy with their selection of wine and the weather forecast, so he suggested they have a night at home.

"It's so strange being here without Mellie." She sighed as they walked back into their home, nothing but the sounds of their shoes over clean hardwood floors.

"Can put on some music. Are you getting hungry?" Dylan muttered as he walked up behind her once he locked their front door and placed his hands on her hips. He honestly didn't mind the silence, not that he didn't adore his daughter. But the break from ringing bells, songs about washing your hands, and the fucking Wiggles was much appreciated.

"Yeah. Pour me some wine, first?" His wife requested as she leaned her body back into his, a hand reaching back to softly brush her fingertips over his facial hair.

"Of course." Dylan nodded with a gentle kiss to the side of her face before he removed himself from her vicinity and towards the kitchen where the wine was waiting for them. He made a show of uncorking the wine bottle, because it always made her laugh. He filled their glasses as much as he possibly could without spilling over the brim, then handed his love her glass, silently toasting her and them.

"So, what are you making me for dinner?" She smiled, licking her lips free of the alcohol he had served her. She thumbed at the corners of her mouth, a nervous habit of hers that he had noticed over their years together.

"Don't worry about it. Go sit outside, enjoy the nice night and I'll take care of it." Dylan breathed out as he kissed her forehead, his hands cradling her face. He wanted to take care of her, because she spent so much of her time taking care of him and Melody. It was genuinely the least he could do.

Dylan liked cooking, he just never got much of an opportunity to do it. He worked a lot still. He had time with the baby after she was born, he refused to work. He didn't care what happened. He shut down everything he was doing and wouldn't be away from his wife or his daughter for longer than absolutely necessary. Then as she got older, and became a little more independent he went back to work for a few projects - minor things here and there that didn't require him being away so much. But Dylan loved getting all the things he needed together, chopping, dicing and cooking it all to make something (arguably) delicious.

"Dylan, that was so good." She groaned as she sat back in her chair, hands resting on her stomach after she dropped her fork down to her plate.

"I'm glad. Been a long time since I've been able to feed you. Wanted to remind you that I am, in fact, a decent cook." Dylan smiled as he brought his wine glass up to his lips and emptied it, eyes on his wife the entire time.

"I mean, you aren't terrible. You did almost burn down our old place when you tried to cook that salmon. Remember? Our apartment smelled so bad." She laughed as she finished off her own glass of wine.

"I am never going to live that down, am I?" Dylan smirked as he reached for the wine bottle, their second, and filled their glasses once more.

"Nope." She grinned, arms folded over the outdoor table as she watched him.

A silence came between them again, but neither seemed to mind. The evening wind was soft, moving her hair around her face and shoulders while the sun set behind them, giving their yard a soft, orange glow.

"You miss Mellie?" Dylan inquired softly as he took another sip of his wine, his eyes moving from his wife to their yard which was littered with their daughter's toys. Dolls, bubble machines, strollers for said dolls, a stray unmatched shoe or two, her favourite giant red ball and for some reason a cooking pot. Dylan never questioned why.

"Yeah. Do you?" She questioned as she ran her fingertips down the stem of her glass.

"I always miss her when she's away from me." Dylan nodded as he kicked his legs out, getting comfortable as he felt the alcohol rush to his head. He wasn't sure if it was age, or fatherhood, but he couldn't drink like he used to.

His wife looked over the table at him with sweet eyes, the closest thing to heart-shaped eyes he had ever seen. She rested her chin on her hands, holding her pretty face up as her eyes got heavy with the alcohol in her system.

"What do you think about us, maybe, trying to have another baby?" Dylan mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair, his heart rate starting to pick up in his chest.

"You wanna get me pregnant, O'Brien?" His wife slurred, the wine getting the best of her as she took hold of her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You know I loved it when you were pregnant with Melody. You were all round, and soft. A monster for all things salty, or spicy. Couldn't feed you quick enough." Dylan teased as he slid his chair closer to hers, reminiscing about the time not too long ago, she had been pregnant with their girl.

"Lots of people dip their french fries in hot sauce." She pouted as she scooted to the edge of her seat so she was able to put her hands on his face, his facial hair prickling the tips of her fingers.

"Yeah. I'm sure lots of pregnant women do it." Dylan breathed out, the corners of his lips turning up as he reached for her hips and pulled her into his lap. He ran his hands over her soft, bare thighs. Her thin, short sundress hiked up above her hips as she rested in his lap, her feet across his armrest and her arms tossed around his neck.

"Do you really want to have another baby?" She questioned as she twisted a section of his hair at the top of his head around her fingertips.

"Yeah, I do. Been thinking about it for a while, and I like the idea of there being four of us. I think Melody could benefit from a sibling. And maybe, I like how you look when you're pregnant with my baby." Dylan smiled softly as he leaned his head back to look at her, his palm resting against her hip.

"M'kay. I'll let you take me inside on one condition. Tell me, boy or girl next?" She inquired as she got up off of his lap, stumbling on tipsy feet as she tried to steady herself.

"Honestly? I kinda like the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women that look exactly like you. Besides, I can encourage at least one of them into liking baseball. So, a girl." Dylan laughed softly as he stood up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Dylan." She hummed as she turned around in his arms, her fingertips curling into the material of his shirt. She pressed up onto her toes to get closer to his height, trailing her fingertips from his chest up his neck and into his hair to make him shiver.

"Let's go, woman." Dylan grunted as he hitched at the waist, draping her body over his shoulder and doling out a firm smack to her backside before he secured his arms around her legs as he walked back inside their home.

"Dylan! You have a nice butt." She laughed as she returned the favour and smacked his backside while she was upside down over his shoulder, on the way to their bedroom.

"Thanks, hon." Dylan scoffed as he carefully walked through their home, stepping over more stray toys left behind by their daughter, making his way towards the master bedroom.

Dylan dropped them both down on the bed, a smile on his face at his wife's raucous giggle as they rolled in the sheets for a moment trying to gain some semblance of balance. Dylan pressed up on his forearms above her, looking down at her face while she looked up at him. Her eyes were a little heavy from all the wine, a soft flush in her face from being tossed over his shoulder.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her knees spread wide on the mattress for him. It was his not-so-secret favourite, the way her body opened up for him in moments like this, silently telling him that she wanted him too. And after all these years together their bodies seemed to move as one.

"Kiss you as much as you want. You know I love your mouth." Dylan muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Dylan!" His wife gasped, eyes wide as she tugged his hair and forced his head back.

"No! C'mon, don't do that. I wanna kiss." Dylan chuckled as he took hold of her hips and used his abdominal muscles to flip them over, making her straddle his waist. He pushed his hands underneath her dress, feeling her warm thighs beneath his palms.

"Fine. Give me a kiss then." She whispered as she lowered her chest down to his, holding his bearded jawline in her hand and guided his lips to hers.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief through his nostrils as his lips finally connected with his wife's. He pressed his fingertips to her thighs underneath her dress, loving how soft and smooth her skin was. Her fingertips traced over the scruff along his jaw as she started to slowly move her hips, rubbing herself over his manhood. Dylan moved his thumbs up along her thighs to flick over the straps of her panties then hooking them underneath the thin lace.

"Take these off for me?" Dylan mumbled into their kiss, running the length of his thumbs over her hips. He reluctantly removed his hands from inside of her dress as she stood up over him, feet on either side of his hips as she shimmied out of her underwear and kicked it off of the bed.

Dylan reached up for her hips again, grabbing her bare skin beneath her dress and tossed her to the top of the bed. He pulled off his own shirt as his wife rustled around in the sheets, getting comfortable then he crawled between her legs again. He held his weight on his hands as he dropped his head down, kissing and sucking along her neck. He hummed into her skin as she twisted her fingers in his hair, keeping his lips against her neck while she hooked her ankles under his backside to keep him close.

"I know we fooled around in the shower last night, but it feels like it's been forever since I've felt you next to me like this." She breathed out as she moved her fingers from his scalp, down his shoulders and over his bare biceps.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck as he moved to lace his fingers with hers, pinning her hands over her head against the pillows.

"Be closer." She wriggled in his grasp a little, fingers gripping at his while her knees pressed to his sides.

"You have to let me go a little for that, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly with a shift of his hips between his wife's tight gripped knees. He pressed his forehead to hers, letting her bite at his bottom lip as he continued to keep her hands above her head.

"Dylan?"

"Yes, my love." Dylan mumbled as he place soft kisses all over her face. Between her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, chin and finally her lips.

"If it's only ever the three of us -"

"Then I'll still be the luckiest man in the world. Coming home to you and Mellie is the best thing that has ever happened to me. If it doesn't happen for us again, then that's just fine. I've got my girls." Dylan smiled softly, untangling one of their hands to hold her face and thumb at her cheekbone.

"But we can still try?"

"As much as you want." Dylan grinned with a lick of his lips.

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

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

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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katsu28 · 2 years

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can i request a stiles imagine where he gets the reader mad and she ignores him and he spends all day trying to get her to forgive him

this request has literally been sitting in my inbox for months, i’m so sorry it took so long!! hope you like it <3

cold shoulder

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

summary: see request!

warnings: swearing as always but i think that's pretty much it

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It was just another morning in Beacon Hills. You were driving to school like you always did, when you saw a familiar figure with a head of brown hair hurrying along the sidewalk.

Smiling, you pulled over and rolled down your window, calling Liam’s name. His head whipped in your direction, recognition dawning in his blue eyes when he saw that it was you trying to get his attention.

“Need a ride?” You offered, tilting your head at him. Liam hesitated, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then closed it, nodding and hopping into the passenger seat. You made sure he was buckled before pulling back out onto the road.

“Thanks.” He said quietly, shifting his backpack on the floor between his feet.

“No problem.” You replied. “So, what’d you do last night?”

“What? Nothing.” Liam blurted. “I didn’t do anything last night. Just homework. Really boring, actually.”

If there was one thing you knew about Liam, it was that he was a god awful liar.

“Yeah? What class?” You played along, despite your growing suspicions.

“History.”

“Liam, you didn’t have any history homework last night. Mr. Yukimura was out sick, all of his classes had a sub.”

“Oh.”

“What did you really do last night?” You sighed, glancing over at him with a pointed look.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to say.” He muttered, hunkering down in his seat.

“You don’t think? Who told you to say that?” You asked incredulously as you pulled up to a red light, which gave you the opportunity to aim a glare over at the younger boy. He shifted uncomfortably under your pointed look. “Liam, I swear to god—”

“I went with Stiles to spy on Theo, okay?” He blurted. “He’s gonna be so mad at me, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

Liam was with Stiles last night? That couldn’t be right. “No, Stiles told me he was having a movie night with his dad last night.”

“Well, he wasn’t. He dragged me out to the preserve for the whole night, and Theo didn’t even freaking do anything. I didn’t get home till after midnight, my stepdad was pissed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He grounded me for two weeks!”

“No, I meant you’re sure Stiles was with you?”

“Again, yeah, I’m sure.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, because if Stiles had been with Liam last night, that meant he’d lied to you about missing movie night. And if he’d lied to you so effortlessly this time, what else had he lied to you about throughout your relationship?

“Uh, Y/N?” Liam’s hesitant voice drew you out of your thoughts. “The light’s green.”

Your eyes refocused on the road ahead to see that the light was in fact green, foot pressing down on the gas as you finished out your drive to school with Liam in awkward silence. As soon as you shifted into park, he was scrambling out of the car with a mumbled ‘thanks for the ride’ before hurrying off, presumably to get away from you as quickly as he could.

You on the other hand, remained frozen in the driver’s seat, mind running through every possible reason you could think of for why Stiles had lied to you. Stiles never lied to you. Your honesty with each other was one of your favorite things about your relationship with him—the fact that no matter what, you’d always tell each other the truth.

What had changed? Was it something you’d done?

You barely heard the first bell ring through your muddled thoughts, but you gathered yourself, grabbing your bag and heading inside.

Usually, you’d stop off at your locker to unload some books, but you remembered that Stiles always waited for you there so you could walk to your first class together. And right now, he was the one person that you definitely didn’t want to see. For sanity’s sake, you needed to avoid him the best you could until you sorted out how you were feeling about him lying to you.

So you beelined for chemistry, sitting in your usual seat and praying that some other student would come sit next to you so you wouldn’t have to face Stiles yet.

Your prayers were very much not answered when you spotted Stiles and Scott making their way into the classroom right as the bell rang again.

“Hey, babe!” Stiles chirped, sliding into the empty seat next to you. He leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek like he always did, but you turned your head, causing him to faceplant into your shoulder. “Uh…okay. Did you get my texts last night?”

You shifted your body away from him, busying yourself with rummaging through your bag for a pencil instead of answering him. Of course you got his texts, but now that you knew he was lying about what he was doing, his i love you and see you tomorrow, sweetheart texts just left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ voice held a tinge of concern now. “Is everything okay?” You ignored him still, looking straight ahead at the board as Ms. Finch started writing your lab for the day on the board. Stiles shared a confused look with Scott behind your back at your actions (or lack thereof).

“What’s wrong?” Scott mouthed, eyes flitting from your set jaw to Stiles’ bewildered gaze. Stiles merely shrugged. He opened his mouth to voice his confusion at your sudden aloofness, but Ms. Finch’s sharp voice had his eyes snapping to the front of the room.

“Listen up, you guys, today we’re going to be doing another lab, so I need everyone to find a lab partner or I will find one for you!” She announced, looking around the room of students before her. “You have two minutes to pick your partners, so go now and quickly.”

Fuck.

You and Stiles always paired up for labs, him claiming that it was your undeniable chemistry with each other that allowed you to earn top marks on them. And if this were any other day, your heart would do a little dance in your chest at his sweet words, but it wasn’t just any other day.

And maybe you were overreacting, but you didn’t really care right now. All you knew was that you didn’t want to work with him today.

You shot up from your chair as soon as you saw Stiles turn to you out of the corner of your eye, still avoiding eye contact with him as you made your way across the room and settled next to another student.

“Dude, what did you do?” Scott asked incredulously, sliding into your old seat next to Stiles.

“I don’t know!”

“Well, you obviously did something, or else Y/N wouldn’t be avoiding you like the plague.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Stiles huffed, frowning as he racked through his brain to try and figure out why you were— “Oh. I fucked up.”

“What happened?”

Stiles dragged a hand down his face, letting out a strangled groan. “I lied to her. Told her I was watching a movie with my dad last night, but I was really in the preserve staking out Theo.”

“How did she even find out?”

“I don’t—Liam. I bet he told her, that little shit! Control your Beta, dude!”

“How is this my fault?” Scott exclaimed. “You’re the one who lied to your girlfriend!”

Stiles was about to shoot back a sarcastic response (as usual), but was cut off when Ms. Finch started going over the lab instructions. Instead, he glanced over at you, taking note of your scowl and growing increasingly more guilty by the second.

He needed to fix this. Fast.

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Your attempts to avoid Stiles were successful until you were exchanging books at your locker afterschool.

You’d only made it this far by pure luck—spotting him a split second before he spotted you and taking a different route to class, stepping behind a taller student in the hallway, even so much as ducking into the bathroom when you saw him coming just so he would have to move on eventually.

It was safe to say that you were in quite the hurry, wanting to get your things and get home before he tried to corner you again.

“Y/N.” Stiles’ voice from right next to you made your jaw clench. You refused to look at him, instead passive aggressively (or really just aggressively) shoving a textbook into your backpack. “I know you’re ignoring me, and I deserve it, okay? I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Still silence from you. “Look, can we just talk about this instead of you being mad at me and icing me out?” You slammed your locker shut with a loud bang, fixing him to the spot with a glare before turning to walk away. Before you could get far, he grabbed your arm gently, turning you back to face him. “Babe, please—”

“You’re a liar, Stiles. We said we’d be honest with each other from the start, and I trusted you to keep your word, but you’re a fucking liar.” You snapped, wrenching your arm out of his grip. He opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head. "I think I deserve the right to be mad at you for once.”

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to protect you.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed. “I’m part of the pack too, I don’t need you to protect me all the time, okay? I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I know that, baby, trust me, I do,” He sighed, dragging a hand through his already messy dark hair as he tried to figure out how to express his thoughts without sounding like a jackass. “I just—this is different than the shit we’ve dealt with in the past. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, because I know you can. I’ve seen you in action. But this…Theo’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m scared for us.”

“It’s okay to be scared, Stiles, nobody could face the stuff that we have and not be scared out of their fucking mind, but I thought we were a team. Finding out that you lied and went off on with Liam instead of me made me feel like you didn’t want my help anymore. That you’d found someone better and were gonna leave me in the dark from now on.”

Your anger had dissipated now that you knew Stiles wasn’t just ditching you for shits and giggles.

His expression softened instantly, and he took your hands in his, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles as he pulled you closer. “I would never ditch you for anyone else. Especially not Liam—god, do you know how much of a little shit that kid is?”

A giggle erupted out of your mouth at that, giving Stiles the courage he needed to tug you flush against his chest. With his lips pressed against your hair, he murmured out a promise he intended never to break ever again.

“I swear on my life that I won’t lie to you ever again, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. Mostly.” You sighed, looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up to look at him.

“Mostly?”

“You still owe me a movie night, Stilinski.”

“Oh, definitely,” Stiles let out a relieved laugh, smiling down at you. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“I was thinking we could have a romcom marathon?”

“Anything except that.” Your elbow jabbed into his ribs. “Ow, shit—no, I’d love that! So much.”

You smiled innocently. “That’s what I thought.”

“Of course.”

“Because you did say anything I wanted.”

“Did I? I don’t remember saying that.”

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Pretty Little Fangs - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!vampire!reader

Words: +5,2k

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), teasing, deepthroating, car sex, public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be better than that!), riding

Requested by @moumouton4: Basically it's Stiles who has a girlfriend who is a vampire and like all vampires she has fangs and she knows from an event that Stiles is turned on by the sight of her fangs and so sometimes she gets them out and smiles at him just to turn him on "playfully" during a class, during a game, in the canteen and even at Derek's house for the pack meeting until he gets tired of it and looses his cool( smut if you want )

AN: I’ve never written anything that involved vampires, and I also never watched anything with vampires like Vampire Diaries or Twilight. So don’t judge me if I got something wrong. I had to research a lot :D But luckily, I’m a huge Supernatural fan. It took me a while to write it, thanks to another writer’s block, but here you go! :)

Masterlist

"Okay, and why don't we just go and-"

"And what? Ask politely if they would stop attacking us?" interrupted Derek as you stood around the table in the vet clinic. Once again, the Alpha pack had surprised you as you spent another evening at Derek's to figure out how to deal with them. But before you had a plan, Derek's alarm system went off and the entire pack was downstairs in the compound, once again demanding to see Derek and to see you. Why you were so interesting to the Alpha Pack was a mystery to everyone. After all, you were anything but a werewolf.

"How old are you again?" asked Derek, annoyed.

“17.”

"And for how long?"

"For two months," you reply with a slight shake of your head. "Do you think I would voluntarily spend my whole youth that could last up to god knows how many years in school forever? Once I graduate, that's it."

"Isn't that what all vampires do?" asked Peter, who was once again unwanted in the mix. Fortunately, he had ducked into a corner and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Don't you live in wolf dens?"

"Okay, can we please stop this? I don't live in wolf dens!" grunted Peter, pushing himself off the wall and coming closer to you. Stiles' gaze met yours with a proud grin. After all, he had told you about how he had approached Peter about it while the rest of you were in the bank looking for Boyd and Cora.

"Okay, and now maybe we can focus on how to convince the alphas not to kill any more of us?" asked Scott in a raised voice, looking at all of you somewhat disappointed. This was something serious, after all, and once again you couldn't resist egging each other on.

"Sorry," you mumbled, pressing your lips together. "But let's be serious now. They want something from me that I can't understand why. Why can't I just go up to them and ask what they want from me? Why are they so desperate to have me in their pack? Vampires are not made to live with werewolves. I have my nest, I'm provided with everything I need there."

"I'm strictly against it," Stiles interjected, raising his hand upward. "Who else?"

Of course, you sighed. No one could ever give you a good reason why you couldn't go to the Alphas.

"Y/N, just because you're immortal and have stronger superpowers than us doesn't mean they can't still kill you," Scott replied, agreeing with Stiles.

"I don't think werewolves are going to pull out a machete and chop my head off."

"That's pointless," Isaac countered, leaning against the medicine cabinet behind him. "If she wants to go so badly, just let her go."

And oh my, did that plan backfire. Of course, no one wanted you to make your way to Deucalion alone, but no one could stop you anyway. Of course, the next day Scott noticed that something was wrong with you, and so he followed you, without you noticing, into the vacant building where you had found Boyd, Cora and Erica.

To sum it all up quickly, yes, you were right. Werewolves do not bring a machete to a fight between werewolves and a vampire. Instead, they brought a knife, soaked in dead man's blood, that had incapacitated you for a while, while Kali crouched on the ground in front of you, stroking your cheek with her claws. "You are worth so much more than you think."

The alphas disappeared without even giving you a decent answer, and Scott ran out of his hiding place to help you. Your thoughts were conflicted when you saw him. Annoyed that he didn't trust you and always had to follow you around, but on the other hand relieved that he was there to help you.

There was no real cure for dead man's blood. Your body had to heal from it alone. Drinking human blood would speed it all up, but if you told your father now that you needed another transfusion today, even though you had just gulped one down yesterday after he got off his shift from the hospital, he certainly wouldn't help you. After all, you had brought this on yourself. He already had to make sure the hospital didn't notice if he took home multiple blood transfusions for the whole family.

"I called Stiles to come pick you up. I can't very well drive you home on my bike like that. And I don't think your parents are going to be thrilled to see you like this now, are they?" he asked, helping you back to your feet.

You nodded and put your arm around his shoulder, so he could transport you out without you putting much weight on him. It was already dark outside, after all, it was always safest for you to go out when it was dark. Scott set you down against the wall of the house and walked a little further along the curb toward the street to check on Stiles. "How long will it take to get the blood out of your system?" asked Scott as he turned back to you.

"Could be a couple of hours," you replied, pressing your lips together until you felt the sharp tips of your fangs, which, thanks to the blood inside you, didn't retract as usual. "So it’d be the best if no one would see me now."

Scott nodded and looked back out at the road, where he could see the lights of Stiles' Jeep in the distance. Stiles put on the brakes when he finally arrived at the old bank and jumped out of the car while the engine was still running. "Are you all right? Is everything okay? What the hell happened? What are you doing?"

"Everything's fine, Stiles. Just a bit of dead man's blood. It's gonna come out of my system soon," you replied, reaching out your hand for him to help you up. But Stiles suddenly stopped without moving and stared at you motionless.

"What's wrong with your teeth?" he asked under his breath and kept staring at your fangs.

"They don't retreat, side effects of the blood," you mumbled as you tried to stand up on your own after he didn't really want to help you. And as if he suddenly understood what was going on again, he sprinted to you and helped you get into his car. You didn't really know why he was acting that way, but it all made sense when you were back at school a few days later.

It happened at school. Lydia once again had no appetite for the not-so-delicious food in the cafeteria, and so she decided that you would have another day of getting sandwiches from the little café across the street. So Lydia had one arm wrapped around yours and the other around Allisons as you made your way out through the school halls.

Immediately you recognized his voice among the dozens of strange voices. Once again, Stiles couldn't stop talking. He was still far away from you, you couldn't see him yet. He was probably standing with Scott at his locker, which was around the corner from you.

“I’m telling you man, her fangs, they just... I don’t know, something is just happening to me when I see them. It’s like they’re turning me on. And even though she was in so much pain the other night, I couldn’t stop looking at them and I couldn’t stop wondering what they’d feel like on my skin.”

“You mean her biting you?!”

“No, no, no. Well, I mean, maybe she could just nibble a bit, you know. As long as she won’t sink her teeth into my skin, I think we’re good.”

“You’re having wild fantasies, man.”

“But I know that she’d never do that. She’s too scared that she’s going to bite me. So just looking at her fangs is enough for now.”

"What's going on?" asked Lydia when she noticed you weren't really paying attention anymore. You finally walked past the hallway that led to Scott's locker, and there you could see the two of them. Stiles was standing next to Scott, who had his head buried deep in his locker, while Stiles couldn't stop talking about your fangs. You didn't even know he was that turned on by them. But one thing you were sure of, you were definitely going to take advantage of that now.

It was actually a normal Thursday, except for the fact that yet another lacrosse game was coming up. Allison and Lydia didn't want to go with you, so you were forced to spend yet another game next to Noah and Melissa. After all, you promised Stiles you would watch every game. You didn't really mind. The fact of seeing a sweaty Stiles with strands of hair stuck to his forehead made him that much more attractive.

Stiles was finally substituted in the last quarter after having to spend the first 45 minutes on the bench, and he gave it his all for the last 15 minutes.

You were up by three goals and the last two minutes were on the clock when Stiles came closer and closer to the opponent's goal with the ball in the net. His father was already screaming his name in excitement, while everyone around you was already cheering. And who would have thought it, Stiles actually managed to get you another point. His teammates ran up to him and threw themselves at him, while his gaze went in your direction. Proudly, you smiled at him and knew that now was the perfect time. As you smiled at him, you extended your fangs and embellished your vampire smile. Stiles' mouth dropped open abruptly, and he ignored his teammates around him as he struggled to come to grips with what was happening.

He didn't know why you did that, but of course it turned him on all at once. His breath quickened and his heart raced. All he wanted right now was for the last minute to be over as quickly as possible, so he could run to you.

Scott slapped Stiles on the helmet to get him back in the game, having noticed that Stiles zoned out for a second. Stiles shook his head and concentrated for the remaining seconds until the game finally ended.

The students who had been watching the game ran onto the field and celebrated the victory with the players. You apologized to Noah and Melissa and made your way to the field where all the students were standing. You lost sight of Stiles when you finally got to the field; he was lost in the crowd. But you didn't have to look for long, because he had already found you.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You startled, not having seen him coming, and let out a soft gasp as you slammed into his chest. "Stiles."

Stiles' hand immediately reached around and was now on your lower back, pressing you even closer to his sweaty body. His lacrosse jersey had long been removed, and he was only wearing the tight-fitting gray undershirt. Your hands were on his chest and pushed your upper body back a little, so that you could look at him completely. And as you had feared, a few strands stuck to his forehead again, while the others stuck up wildly. You ruffled a hand through his damp hair and rested your hand on the back of his neck.

"I'm all sweaty," Stiles said, rolling his eyes.

"I don’t really care at all," you countered.

Stiles' right corner of his mouth pulled up, and within a second he had his other hand on your cheek and pulled your face to his. He wasted no time and kissed you directly with an energy he never usually did in public. His tongue found your lower lip directly and asked for entrance. You opened your mouth a little wider and moaned softly as his tongue met yours.

"Guys! Get a room!" someone shouted next to you. You sighed and flicked the person off without even seeing who it was.

Stiles broke away from you and bit his lower lip as he continued to look at you intently.

"What was that for?" you asked him, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck. You could feel exactly how the little hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he got goosebumps on his arms.

“Just wanted to celebrate the win with my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend,” he replied and placed another kiss, this time a gentle one, on your lips. “I gotta go back to the boys. But will you be at my place once I’m coming home?”

You nodded and pressed your lips to his one last time, and then pushed him into the crowd with the others. He turned once more and winked at you before turning around, tripping once over his own feet, and then joining the boys.

“So the items or concepts used to increase one's economic influence are called what?” Coach asked while walking from left to right in front of the class. "Stilinski!"

"What?" asked Stiles, who had just not been paying attention and looked up from his notepad.

“Items or concepts used to increase one's economic influence are called what? Come one Stilinski, that’s an easy question! Get it wrong, and you’re benched for the next five games!”

“But Coach! Our next game is the most important one!” Stiles complained, nervously searching his notes for the right answer.

“Well then, I guess you better have the question!”

You couldn't take it from the beginning, and had already taken out your cell phone and quickly texted Stiles the answer as a message. It's capital. Capital is the answer. ;)

Stiles' phone, which luckily was out in front of him, lit up and your message appeared right on his screen. "Um, it's capital."

Coach was already ready to yell at Stiles and bench him for the next five games. In fact, he had his back turned to the class and was walking toward the blackboard while mumbling to himself. But when he heard the correct answer, he turned abruptly and stared at Stiles in confusion. "That's right, Stilinski."

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief and turned to you. You sat two rows behind him on his right. He mouthed a simple thank you and smiled at you. You winked at him and smiled back, but instead of your normal smile, you showed him your fangs again. Stiles widened his eyes and quickly turned back to look ahead. If you didn't know why he reacted like that, you'd definitely be confused. But luckily, you knew what it was doing to him.

With your head down, you chuckled to yourself for a moment, thinking about how you could continue to drive him up the wall before he would do something about it.

After class, Stiles and you headed to the lunch break, where you would meet up with the others as usual. Since the weather was nice as usual, you waited outside by one of the picnic benches for your friends. Stiles was already sitting on the bench while you leaned against the table and waited for Lydia. After all, she had promised to bring you something to eat the day before.

The break went on as usual. Isaac spent it making stupid and unnecessary comments while Scott tried to reason with him. Stiles sat across from you and stared at you the whole time while you talked with Lydia and Allison.

"What?" you asked when you finally noticed him looking at you the whole time.

"You have something in your teeth," he said, pointing to his own to show you where, "right there."

"You mean here?" you asked, opening your mouth as you ran your tongue over your incisor. And of course you took the chance again. Before you had opened your mouth, you extended your fangs and showed them in public in front of Stiles.

Stiles gulped and had to pull himself together to not show his emotions using his gestures. "Mhm," he agreed without really talking and nodded.

"Is it gone?" you asked, running your tongue over your teeth once more.

He shook his head and pressed his lips tightly together. He could already feel the sweat forming on his forehead. Why you were showing him your teeth all the time, he couldn't explain.... except...

"Oh god," he muttered and stood up. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the table. Lydia cried out briefly as you were yanked away all at once, and looked at Stiles in shock. You shrugged as Stiles pulled you farther and farther away from the group, and only got the same shocked look back from Lydia that she had already given Stiles.

As soon as you were away from your friends, Stiles pushed you against the wall of the school, where you were far away from everyone else. "You're doing this on purpose!"

"What?!" you asked faithfully.

"You heard me, I know it. You're doing all of this on purpose!"

"Stiles, I'm afraid I still don't know what you're talking about," you replied while showing him your teeth once again.

Stiles grunted and put his head back. “You need to put these pretty little fangs away or else-”

“Or what?”

“I can’t promise for you to walk properly the next few days.”

It always turned you on a lot when Stiles told you exactly what he was going to do to you, or when the dominant side of him came out. Nothing was more exciting than that. And so you couldn't wait until school was finally over.

You were both in his Jeep on the way to Stiles when this feeling came over you. You couldn't wait until you were home, and so you risked everything. You looked at Stiles while he had his left hand on the wheel and his right hand casually resting on his lap. So you grabbed his hand and pulled it over to you. Stiles smiled at you briefly and then focused back on the road.

First, you played with his fingers and gently stroked each finger with your index finger. You could already see that goose bumps were spreading on Stiles' arm. Next, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips to place a kiss on the back of his hand. Stiles hummed softly beside you and pressed his hand against your lips again for you to place another kiss on his hand. However, as you did so, you opened your mouth slightly and thus Stiles' fingers touched your teeth and not just your normal teeth, but your fangs.

Stiles jerked his head to the side and looked at you with a look you couldn't identify. So you took a step further and opened your mouth even wider. Stiles' pinky was now right between your teeth, and he watched you very closely as you carefully nibbled on his pinky.

Stiles had to concentrate hard to look ahead again at the road, after all, that was all he had ever imagined that you would include your fangs in your lovemaking. And when you nibbled lightly one more time, Stiles jerked his hand back and clamped down on the wheel with it while now indicating well above the speed limit.

Not a minute later, Stiles stopped the car in a small driveway in the woods, where hopefully no one would see you. He stopped the engine and pulled the handbrake before reaching for your wrist and pulling you slightly over the console. A soft gasp escaped your lips, darkening Stiles' eyes.

"I warned you."

"I know," you whispered, pressing your lips together as you waited to see what Stiles was going to do to you now. He put his other hand on your cheek and pulled you even closer to him, finally placing his lips on yours. The kiss was directly full of energy, he wasted no time and to show how much he wanted you right now.

To give you a better grip, you placed your right hand on his thigh and gripped it tightly once. Stiles gave a short moan and broke away from your lips to see what you were doing. You smiled seductively at him and kept moving your hand up until your palm was now over the distinct bulge in his jeans. Stiles licked his lips before biting his bottom lip and sitting down a little further in his seat.

You pressed your lips on his again while you continued to stroke him through his pants and could feel exactly how his penis twitched and became harder and harder in your hand. Stiles already had one hand around you and his palm was on your back, pressing you closer with it. The other hand found its way to your clothed chest, where he tried to pinch your nipple through the shirt and bra.

His tongue was already fighting with yours, and again and again a soft moan escaped your soft, plump lips. You detached yourself from his lips and looked at his jeans, where his dick was already clearly visible through the fabric. Already missing your lips, Stiles pressed several sloppy kisses to your neck while you went for the button on his jeans.

He found your sweet spot and sucked and licked on it until you couldn't stop moaning. It distracted you so much that you couldn't concentrate on freeing his dick from his pants. So Stiles did that for you. Hastily, he opened the rest of his pants and pulled his erect penis out of his boxers. One look at his dick was enough for you. Pre-cum was already leaking from his tip.

You couldn't wait any longer and wrapped your hand around his erection. Stiles hoisted briefly, again and again he had to get used to the fact that you had ice-cold hands, but that was quickly forgotten, as you licked all the way from the base to the tip where this big and pulsating vein was staring right at you.

Your tongue was swirling over the tip of his penis, trying to savor the taste of it, but Stiles couldn’t get enough of you. You could feel him pushing your head down onto his erection to finally wrap your lips around his dick. “Please, stop teasing.”

“I’m not teasing,” you mumbled against his dick, the vibration of your voice sending another wave of emotions through his body.

“Then just suck it.”

“As you wish,” you whispered, and wasted no more time. As you slid him into your mouth, another hiss left Stiles’s lips. Taking your time to get used to his length, you kept one hand at the base of his cock, while your mouth worked on the upper half. You were trying to get as much in as possible. You stroked the part of him that wouldn't fit with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, so that no inch of him was left neglected while you pleasured him with your mouth. Simultaneously sucking and stroking on him, Stiles grabbed your hair, leading you down farther onto him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back the moan that was trying to slip out, and you could feel him twitching in your mouth. Stiles couldn't have been shy about his sounds if he'd wanted to - he panted and moaned in time with your motions, especially on the few occasions you slowed your pace to pay special attention to the sensitive head of his cock, circling it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck, taking my cock like a champ. You want some more, huh?” Stiles grunted and pulled at your hair, so you were looking up at him while you were still sucking his cock. Saliva was running down your throat, and Stiles couldn’t think of something that was more beautiful right now than the sight of your lips wrapped around his penis.

“I asked you a question.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and saw Stiles’ eyes darken. Suddenly, he was jerking his hip up, hitting the back of your throat once again.

“Open up wide for me.”

As told, you opened your mouth wide for him and let him fuck your mouth. Your hands were on his knees, trying to keep you in place while Stiles was fucking your mouth like there was no tomorrow. But Stiles had to stop himself, he wanted to make sure to give you the same pleasure. He grabbed your head and pushed you off of him, immediately missing the warmth of your lips and mouth.

You were licking your lips and wiped all the fluids from your mouth with the back of your hand, while you kept looking at Stiles, waiting for him to give you orders.

“Backseat now.”

You did as told and crawled into the back seat. Stiles followed you and made sure you had enough room by pushing the driver's seat forward a bit before he sat down next to you and pulled you onto his lap. His erection was still free of clothes, and you could feel him right between your bodies. Automatically, you began to move your hips on him, causing friction that made you moan. Stiles leaned in and kissed you, desperate and needy, and you almost immediately let a moan slip from your mouth and into his.

Meanwhile, he worked on your shorts, opening the button and the zipper before his hand slipped past your underwear. You gasped as you felt his fingers right between your folds, gathering all the slick. “You’re already so wet for me,” he hummed against your lips.

“Please just take it off,” you begged. Stiles wasted no time and helped you to take off your shorts, but he stopped at your lingerie. A smirk was set on his lips as his fingers deftly pushed your panties to the side, teasing your entrance with two of them. “Is this all from me?” As the words left him, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your skin, lips against your shoulder, slowly making their way to your neck.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back to give him more access, trying to grind against his fingers. “Please, Stiles. Want you,” you whined, desperate to have anything from him at the moment, but mostly you just wanted to ride him already.

“You want me what? Have to be specific, babe,” he said, slipping the tips of his fingers in a bit, just barely giving you a taste of what you were craving so much at the moment.

“Want you in me, Stiles. Just need you to fill me up please,” your words were breathy and desperate, and Stiles’ grin was wide. Without warning, he slid the two digits in, thumb brushing against your clit.

The pace at which he slid his fingers in and out of you was slow and torturous. With your knees buckling, you let go of your shirt to grab a hold of his shoulders and leaned your head against it, voice cracking as you spoke again. “Not- Not your fingers,” you gasped.. ”I need your cock, please, Stiles.”

He let out a light chuckle against your neck, slowly withdrawing his fingers. A whine left your lips as you felt his fingers be replaced with the tip of his dick sliding against your entrance and as he started to push into you, you slowly let yourself sink down onto him.

“Oh god, Stiles,” you wailed, pulling away from him and tilting your head backward. “Stiles, fuck, you’re so big.” There were tears in your voice, and Stiles had to bite the inside of his cheeks to ignore the forming smile.

Stiles pulled his face away, his head once again thrown back against the backseat as moans escaped his mouth, “Fuck, gorgeous. You’re always so tight,” his words burn through you as he slowly fills you up all the way. But he couldn’t wait to be buried deep within you. So with a harsh thrust he was balls deep, a loud gasp filled the car as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady you. He moaned when your tight walls swallowed his cock. Using his thumb, he played with your clit as he rocked his hips slowly to build up the pace.

And that’s all the permission you need as you start to drag your hips across his, the tip of his dick nudging your walls. You moan out when he starts to thrust up into you ever so slightly.

“You’re taking me so well,” Stiles murmured as he laid his head down on your cleavage and lightly nibbled your skin. He built up the pressure with his thumb on your clit and could feel you clenching. Stiles knew he wouldn't last long like this, he loved it when you rode him. Thank god, did your strength allow you to have the stamina for this.

"Oh god, Stiles," you moaned. The pressure in your belly was increasing, and you could feel your orgasm slowly approaching. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep going like that, babe,” Stiles groaned, placing his lips faintly on top of yours. “Shit.”

Feeling his member twitch, you heard him say “Fuck Y/N I’m close. Can you cum for me?” Tightening around him, you moaned “Stiles I’m gonna cum.”

Your heartbeat raised, your cunt tightened into something that made it so easy for him to spill. “Sti- Stiles, Oh fuck-” your sentence was ruined by a moan, your body shaking as your mouth remains open.

You felt my orgasm hitting you like a brick. Cumming all over Stiles’ cock, you had to push his hand off of your clit, the feeling getting too much for you.

Under you, Stiles moaned, his face scrunched up as he could feel his release at the edge of him. Your cunt closed around him as you were riding out your orgasm, clinging to his cock, and your lips captured his as he moaned into your mouth. One last clench of you and you had him. He spilled everything he had for you inside your tight walls, and you absorbed the lustful moan he always gave you when he came.

Slowly, you came to a stop and sat on Stiles for a while, while you caught your breath. The beads of sweat on Stiles' forehead showed how intense it was just then. The windows were also slightly fogged, no wonder with the rising heat in the car. You could feel him softening inside you, but Stiles kept you on his laps with his strong hands on your thighs.

“God, Y/N. The things you do to me,” Stiles breathed out and captured your lips softly.

“Guess we have to thank them,” you replied with a smirk and showed him your fangs again, biting on your lip with them.

“Put them away right now!” he warned you. “Or I swear to you, I’m taking you all over again, but this time on the hood of my car.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pressing your lips against his again. “Sounds like a plan.”

#stiles x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski one shot #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski smut #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski x vampire #requested

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moumouton4 · 2 years

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When The New Greenie Helps || Newt x fem!reader

A/n : As you can see this was requested by a lovely person. Writing for people is an actual dream and I hope my work will please you all, and make other people want to send more request 💙💚

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Warnings : So this is slightly it’s fluff, slighlty ansgty and a little bit smut not that much though as always nothing too graphic because I’m not good at writting this but with practice it’ll become easier. English isn’t my first language and this is my fourth fic

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Words count : 2020

An elevator, a big metallic noise, a blinding light and boys screaming, we know the music. You were the first one to arrive in the glade, along with Gally, Alby, Minho and Newt. It must have been at least 3 years that you lived in this green jail surrounded by all the boys that arrived every month.

Being a girl ( if you're not a girl / woman I'm really sorry but I didn't have more details of course if I knew I'd adapt it ) in the glade wasn't supposed to be that easy, but you were Y/n, you were independent and most of all super badass. You were one of the runners before, you ran fast and unfortunately one day you were not fast enough. After your injury Minho knowing you were a great asset and one of his best friend, decided to redirect you to the gardeners. But the badass that you are is very independent so if a slicer or anyone needed help you'll gladly go and help him.

A week later, you had become quite comfortable with the gardens. You had the opportunity to get to know better the shy, but mostly second-in-command, Newt. He, like the other boys, had no memory of ever having known girls and his very reserved behavior in your presence reinforced your intuition. He knew how to be authoritative when he had to be. Sometimes you could hear his British accent ringing out from the other end of the glade and it thrilled you, you kind of wanted him to be like that with you too. Just to know what it would feel like for once to take orders instead of giving them.

You and Newt became very close over the months, he spent a lot of time in the garden saying it helped him relax and all but little did you know that it was you who brought a smile to his face every time you talked. You were the keeper of the gardeners so you spent most of your time in the gardens tending the crops. Except once a month when a new boy arrived. This was an initiative of Gally's, who was tired of having to deal with scary, whiny boys - as he put it - who ran around until they were breathless. Of course you had gladly accepted, since you were no longer a runner you had to prove your worth in other areas and welcoming new greenies was one of them. Newt's eyes would crinkle every time he heard one of the boys call you when a newcomer arrived. He thought it was because he wanted to protect you but little did he know that it was his jealousy that was speaking. The man was in love with you and you were oblivious maybe as much as him about your feelings towards him and even when you're badass you don't go spilling your feelings to your crush.

You and Newt were in the gardens that day when the sky was a clear blue when you heard Billy yell "Y/n a new greenie is coming ! Y/n !". You barely had time to look at each other sheepishly before cutting your conversation short and heading for the cage. Once in front of it, you had time to watch the boys open it and Gally jump in. You waited for him to ask you to come over as usual but a boy came running out. It wasn't Gally, the boys started laughing but to your surprise you looked at him from head to toe and "Oh boy he is fast" you though. You looked at Minho who had just returned from his rounds and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

The moment you heard Gally swear you knew it was time for you to catch up with that human rocket and reassure him a little. You looked at Newt and told him you'd be back soon. His heart swelled with love for you and he just told you to go chuckling at the freightened boy.

You ran towards the boy, he was fast but you were experienced. Of course you couldn't risk running through the maze anymore, but you were still able to run fast, very fast indeed. You were lucky when the boy ran into one of the walls and turned around to find you right behind him. He was out of breath because of all his emotions while you were barely warmed up. "Please can you stop with already I've got work to do" you said trying to sound as much friendly as you could though living in the glade since this long wasn't helping with it.

"Where the hell am I ?!? And who are you ?!?" he was almost yelling at this point. "Oie boy calm down you're in the glade here and I'm Y/n ( almost wrote my name ) no one want you any harm here" you said slowly extending your hand towards him, which he took with a little hesitation "Thomas" he said you smiled and you took the opportunity to step forward a little more and take him in your arms gently patting his back, he was taller than you but you couldn’t care less "Everything is going to be okay Thomas"

"We are really lucky to have her she is a real magician with these boys" Gally said to Minho and Newt. The latter was clenching his knuckles turning white, yep he was definitely jealous. Gally grabbed Chuck's arm as he jumped around, excited that he was no longer the new greenie in the glade. "Let's get back to work everyone because... tonight it's bonfire night" he said smirking and all the boys cheered running back to their works... all of them except Newt who was watching from afar. He shouldn't be worrying right ?

He shouldn't be but that was without counting on Thomas' tactile side. Of course you were okay with this and you were kind of happy that for once someone here was as touchy as you. Everything was platonic of course, a pat on the back, a hug to say hello, holding each other by the shoulders, ruffling his hair if he was worried... and it was only one day ! Newt seriously wondered what he was witnessing and little did you know that he was burning inside, burning for your love but also burning from jealousy at the sight of this burgeoning friendship.

The evening fell quickly for you when for Newt the day was bloody endless. But for all the other boys it was time to celebrate. Indeed, with each new arrival an evening around the bonfire was organized, Frypan making the fanciest food - within the means of the glade - that he could and Gally preparing his home-made alcohol the famous mead. Thomas' arrival would be no exception so bonfire night it'll be. Everyone was sitting with their circle of friends so you found yourself sitting on logs with Gally, Minho, Newt and of course the newcomer - to Newt's displeasure - Thomas. Don't get him wrong, he thought Thomas was a really nice guy and all but when he was near you, his mind was clouded by jealousy and he was afraid he would lose you to Thomas who was much more courageous than he was when it comes to you.

Gally made us taste a new version of his mead recipe and I took the glass he offered me drinking it in one go "Gally... this is really strong really good but really strong do you think they'll be able to handle it ?" I asked him as he passed a glass to Thomas which he drank just as quickly "Fucking hell this is burnin' the hell outa me !" the new greenie screamed before Gally even got a chance to answer me. We all laughed even Minho who was on the floor totally drunk. Newt, as for him looked at me, he had tasted Gally's mead but not enough to be drunk, he wanted to talk to you but he was waiting for the right moment.

But of course fucking Thomas had to lazily wrap his arm around your shoulder before leaning over and whispering something in your ear, you looked briefly at Newt and chuckled nervously at his stare. Thomas was right he was looking at you with a deep gaze. Thomas told you to talk to him to which you shook your head and faced him. He frowned everyone described you as the badass, the tough girl of the group and you couldn't go talk to Newt... unless... "Wait you love him ?" you blushed furiously ( My stupid white skin can't blush so it's weird for me to write this lmao ) "Oh no I can't believe it so this is why he was staring at me like he wanted to kill me" he barks out a laugh before getting up and lifting you by the shoulders. And just when Newt thought he couldn't see any redder, he saw him push you towards him "I think you both need to talk" Thomas said. Newt got up and blame it on the alcohol if you want, he felt brave enough to ask you to follow him. It was now or never.

So you walked away from the group behind the forest in a kind of plain that is hollow in one place. Convenient to lie down in if needed. "So what were we supposed to talk about-" you began before being cut off by Newt who sounded a bit on the edge "Do you like Thomas ?" it sounded almost accusatory.

"I beg your pardon I only know him from today and-" you tried to answer but he cut you off again and it was getting on your nerves "It's not what you were letting on-"

"Am I not allowed to have friends here ?!?" you started to sound pissed.

"Not the one you bloody touch all day !"

You took a step towards him you were smaller but you didn't care "And why's that ?" you dared to ask.

"Because you don't touch me that way" his voice died when he realized what he had just said.

Your eyes widened at this leaving you speechless, you saw him wave his hands and take a few steps back as he pulled away. Your ability to speak returned and your legs brought you back to his side "Maybe because I'd like to touch you in another way Newt" you sternly said. The badass was back hell yeah.

He gulped at that holding back a groan, he turned red in the stillness of the night and you took the initiative by getting on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He responded after realizing what was happening, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. At the same time you both bent your heads to deepen the kiss leading to your noses to colide. You both chuckled and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth slowly backing you up towards the nearest tree. Once leaning against it, he put his hands under your thighs carrying you between him and the tree. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you could feel him against you and it was driving you mad. He grunted at the friction and pulled his head back slightly so he could look you in the eye. "Are you sure this is what you want Love ? We can stop here I won't love you less-"

You freed yourself from his grip and pushed him against the tree, rubbing against him as you said this "Do you think I'm here because I don't want too greenie" you smirked.

...

"After all, Thomas' arrival was not such a bad thing" thought Newt as he watched your form lying in the grass looking at the hickeys he made on your neck. Little did he know you were thinking the exact same about the ones you made on him.

A/n : I hope you liked it and thank you for following me into my madness 😂 Feel free to request me things 💜💛

Taglist : @malfoyscamander , @cl0vr , @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl ( guys sorry for tagging you here as well if you only wanted to be tagged for the Fantastic Beast ones - let me know if it’s the case )

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 2 years

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Dylan O'Brien and Zoey Deutch in 'Not Okay'

#dylan o'brien #zoey deutch #not okay movie #colin #danni sanders #colin and danni #trashy dylan gifs #I was forced into this #I will not apologize #deal with it #not me #but I would humbly request that he says it to me next #;)#you're so tight #something I was pretty confident I would never hear come out of Dylan's ACTUAL mouth with my own two ears #but here we are #*sigh*#dylan cussing #dylan swearing

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harringtonstilinski · 10 months

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Hiii can I request a one shot where the reader and Mitch are out maybe in the club (if u want them to be somewhere else you can totally change it!!!) And Mitch gets jealous and protective when he sees one of the readers friends is into them, but they don't realize it?

okay... so, this has been sitting in my inbox for forever and i do believe inspiration has struck for this one, hahhaaa.

also, trying something new the formatting on this one..

CHARACTERS: mitch rapp x reader WORD COUNT: 814 WARNINGS: mitch being jealous... that's about it, lol

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date night was something that was a rarity for you and mitch. because of his work, you two hardly ever had time to just yourselves. sure, there were nights where you two spent wrapped up in the sheets and each other, but most of the time, all the two of you did when he came home was say your greetings, eat dinner in silence before he took his shower while you put away the folded laundry from earlier in the day, maybe a round of sex before falling asleep.

tonight, however, was different. mitch was the one who initiated the two of you going out for dinner, to which you happily agreed. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was nice. the two of you were dressed in your nicest clothes at a fairly decent restaurant in town.

the two of you were sat by the host, looking over your menus when the waiter came over to your table.

“what can i get you two to drink?” he asked. the waiter looked at you, quickly, before doing a double take. “y/n?”

you looked up at him, saying, “yeah?” before recognition hit you. “oh, my god. trevor?” you stood to give him a friendly hug. pulling back but keeping your hands on his shoulders, you smiled and asked, “how have you been? It’s been, what?, 5 years?”

his hand had landed on your elbows to keep you in place. “yeah, it’s been about that long, and i’ve been doing alright. still working here,” he said, chuckling at the end.

you could sense mitch’s eyes on you, so you looked at him, your smile still on your face. “mitch, this is trevor. He was my best friend in high school. i worked here with him during college.” looking back at trevor, you said, “trevor, this is mitch, my boyfriend.”

trevor looked at mitch like he wanted to kill him about 5 different ways. “How’d you two meet, y/n/n?”

“through work,” you explained. you couldn’t exactly explain what it was that you did for work since you and mitch both worked for the cia. when you had left the restaurant biz, you worked reception, but when it was seized by the cia because of the head honcho of the company you worked for, the cia asked if you wanted to come and be their receptionist.

you said yes at the time and not two weeks after your first day, you met mitch. he had come in hotheaded from a mission, he and stan hurley arguing about him taking off and doing whatever he felt like, which ultimately got him in trouble, but the mission was completed. the mission? the ghost mission.

they had both stopped at your desk, stan kindly asking if there were any messages awaiting him, to which you said yes and handed him what he asked for. mitch was leaned on the desk, looking at you expectantly like you were supposed to know who everyone was. before you could answer, irene kennedy came up to your side, looking through your papers for whatever the hell it was that mitch wanted.

a week after that, he actually said a couple words to you, your face heating up at the sound of his soft voice as he asked you to dinner with him, you not knowing that it was part a mission he was doing in new york to bring down a mafia king. that was five years ago, and you and mitch have been inseparable ever since.

now, standing here in front of him with your former best friend, you were happy to see him, but you really just wanted to get back to your date. when you sat down, you told trevor what you wanted, which was your usual at almost any restaurant you went to, and mitch ordered his usual, as well.

when trevor walked away, mitch looked at you, brows furrowed. “do you know?”

“do i know what?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“that’s he’s into you. anyone could see from a mile away.” he crossed his arms, and you knew he wasn’t happy.

“what are you talking about?” you asked, crossing your own arms and resting them on the table. “we’re just friends.”

“to you, babe. to him, he wants to be more than friends.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “are you jealous?” you smiled a little smug smile in his direction. “mitch rapp, are you jealous?”

he chuckled, dryly, looking away for a moment before looking back at you, shaking his head as he leaned forward to rest his own arms against the table, mirroring you. “i don’t get jealous.”

“uh-huh, yeah sure.” you reached a hand across the table, palm up. mitch made no hesitation as he took your hand in his. “you know i love you, right? no one will ever come between us. i promise.”

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Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24 @stixnstripesworld @fandom-princess-forevermore @quanticobae @mischiefandi @kellysashcroft @lauren-novak

#answered #anon #request #mitch rapp x reader #mitch x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan x reader #dob x reader

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floras-imagination · 27 days

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hi guys:)

I'm Flora🌻, 22 years old and I spent most of my time in my head and in my imagination, lol. I used to write imagines and fanfics on tumblr when i was 14 and I'm kinda in the mood for it again, so let's give it a try :P

I currently have a massive crush on Matty Healy, so I'm definitely going to write about him. But I also wanna write about Dylan O'Brien and George or Fred Weasley (this is such a weird combination, but yes i have a weird brain, and weird hormones. Sorry not sorry, xx )

Please send me your requests, I'd be very happy about some ideas:)

#fanfiction #matty healy #matty x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #george weasly x reader #request #harry potter #fanfic #fandom #writing

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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dylan O’Brien smau date nights

Dating Dylan : Dylan O’Brien x Reader SMAU

Summary: SMAU fic of date nights with Dylan and overall what dating him is like including when he dyes his hair blonde.

Warnings: playful relationship teasing/banter, that's really it

Requested for my 100 follower celebration

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yourusername: He’s always had to compete with my love for baseball 😉 tonight the two combined as he got to throw the first pitch 😊 I suppose I’ll keep him 😘

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juliaobrien: How did he do though? 😂 if I know my little bro, he probably didn’t make it to the plate

dylanobrien: I did excellent thank you very much 💅

obrienupdates: omg Dylan’s sass is back lol

dylanobrien: you “think” you’ll keep me?🤨

yourusername: it wasn’t autocorrect 😌 you have to earn it

dylanobrien: oh believe me, I will 😉 just surprised you’re still “think”ing about it nearly 5 years later 🙃

yourusername: the irony 🤣🧐

dylanobrien: for as smart as you are, you have no idea what you’re talking about here babe 😇

selenagomez : 👀

p_obrien: Lisa and I are we’re sorry we couldn’t make it but it looks like you two had a good night!

dylanfanatics: he threw the first pitch tonight? I missed it 😫

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dylanobrien: TB to the best first date of my life. It may have been an impromptu date due to a sudden schedule change, but the desire to ask you out was far from impromptu. Can’t believe I’ve been putting up with you for 5 years (totally not the other way around right 😉)! In all seriousness, I love you beautiful and always will; thank you for being you 🖤

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yourusername: Dyl, joke or not, I’ll always put up with you as long as you put up with me 🥹. I love you baby. 💕P.s. this picture 😫🥰

dylanobrien: my queen; for life ♾🖤

juliaobrien: you two are precious 😊 happy 5 years guys!

juliaobrien: wait… what?! Call me, now!

selenagomez: my beautiful y/n was such a baby 😭 congrats on 5 years Dylan and y/n, you better keep treating her right or I’m stealing her

yourusername: I know, we both were so young 🥺 thx Sel, love you babbbbyy 💕 but I’ll keep that in mind 😉🤣

dylanobrien: stiff competition but well deserved given the reward is y/n 🖤

selenagomez: as in she’s property?! 🤨 yep, she’s mine now

dylanobrien: …. @/yourusername Babe?🥺🥺

yourusername: to be fair, you both referred to me as something to steal/win so 😬

lisa_obrien: 5 years! Happy for you both ❤️

y/l/nfanzzz: He said “for life ♾” 👀💍?

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yourusername: In honor of his birthday, throwback to this cutie and I’s first big trip together 🥰 (omg look at his baby face 🥹) Dyl, I love you more than anything and I’m so thankful that 30 years and roughly 9 months ago Lisa and Patrick made this possible 😂 can’t wait to spend more trips and birthdays with you handsome 🥳

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p_obrien: hahahaha you’re welcome

dylanobrien: thanks.. wait…- babe?! Are you NOT holding onto me?

yourusername: lol what?

dylanobrien: how did you take this photo?! I asked you to hold on tightly 😳

yourusername: seriously Dyl? This was years ago dork, plus I survived 💁‍♀️

dylanobrien: we’re talking about this when I get home🙅🏻‍♂️

yourusername: it was a moped �� if I apologize will you just accept my birthday wishes/post 🙄

dylanobrien: I do appreciate the post🖤, and I’ll be sure to thank my parents for not being safe for you😂

Yourusername: oh sure but when I’m not being safe I get yelled at 🙄 just because I didn’t want to occupy my hands

dylanobrien: different kind of safe beautiful 😂 your hands not being on me is a different context here but I suppose we can arrange something since you don’t want to use your hands when told you, maybe you don’t deserve to be able to 😏

yourusername: mmm 🤔👀

juliaobrien: ewww you two get off Instagram with this!🤮

selenagomez: agreed 🫣

obrienandy/l/nupdates: this post took a turn 😂

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dylanobrienupdates: Guys?! Did you see this post @/dylanobrien added to his story? We’ve been speculating for awhile about their engagement. The placement of the heart is telling… right?! 💍

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dylanismylife: omg he liked your post!

y/l/nteam: they both liked this?! What does that mean??!!

enews: 👀

y/nanddylandaily: can’t we give them some privacy? They’ll announce when they want.

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dylanobrien: forever the world’s best partner, I mean come on 😍

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yourusername: ilysm 😘

teamdylan: are we sure they’re engaged? There’s no ring here!

dobrienluv: true but this was for a press event so it would’ve been hard to hide if they’re still being private

selenagomez: looking beautiful, you’re a lucky man

dylanobrien: the luckiest 🍀♾

lisa_obrien: y/n you look incredible, glad you two had a nice night out ❤️

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Yourusername: I’m going to miss this guy 💔 thought I’d be spending my life with him 😭 guess things don’t always work out the way you planned.

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dylanobrien: a bit dramatic baby 😂

p_obrien: you didn’t actually call it off did you?! I thought things were going well!

dylanobrien: dad, chill, it’s just about me dying my hair tomorrow 😆

yourusername: ooop sorry Pat! Should’ve looped you in 💕

dylansfanz: did they break up?!

juliaobrien: yeaaahh, good luck tomorrow 💀😂

selenagomez: life throws lots of curveballs, but I’d never change up on you like he is😘

dylanobrien: 🤺 back away

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dylanobrien: Behind the scenes for Not Okay (streaming on Hulu soon) 🎬 photo credit: @/yourusername 😘

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dylanmoviefanz: blonde?! wonder how y/n’s feeling 🤯

yourusername: ~not okay~ 🤲🧎‍♀️

dylanmoviefanz: lmao pun intended?

obriennerds: girl saaaame, this is hot af

yourusername: 🔥 Marry me? 💍

dylanobrien: I thought we were already on the same page with that 😏 pretty certain you said yes months ago 😘

yourusername: had to make sure I’ve got you locked in 🥵

dylanobrien: from day 1 😍💍

lisa_obrien: it turned out well!

movieblogger101: film announcement, engagement confirmation, and a new hair color?! 💀

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yourusername: date night today consisted of some changes for both of us in a crammed hair & makeup studio 💇‍♀️ gotta say, I’m not sure if I the short hair but I’m definitely sure I like his change 💕

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dylanobrien: I expect a full retraction of your self doubting comments babe. You look sexy as always 🥵

juliaobrien: I agree but Eww Dylan not online again ❌

yourusername: ily Dyl 😘

selenagomez: omg you’re so damn hot 🔥 🚨

dylanobrien: hot and mine 😏

dylanmoviefanz: awe they are so cute and love each other regardless of the hair color/style; otp

ynanddyl4life: well duh. They’re not with each other because of the other ones hair tf?

yourusername: can we all play nice and just agree Dylan and I are both hot and in love 😂

dylanobrien: I agree 🙋🏼‍♂️

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Okay not great but hopefully you liked it!

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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭

“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”

You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”

“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”

You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”

To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”

“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”

His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”

“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”

He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”

You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed.

He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”

Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”

His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.

“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”

“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”

“Yes, Princess?”

You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”

Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”

“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”

“Stiles—”

“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”

“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”

“Words, Princess.”

But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.

Which…to be fair, it probably was.

“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”

You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”

“He can wait.”

You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”

“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”

Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.

And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.

He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns.

“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”

Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—

“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”

He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor.

And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.

And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.

He makes you better, too.

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1,116

First Person's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Week Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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