Idk If These Are Still Open But If They Are I Need To Make Love To You Tonight With Dylan Please :)

Idk if these are still open but if they are ‘I need to make love to you tonight’ with Dylan please :)

Warnings: mentions of sexual language/activity, swearing, drunkeness

Notes: using [THIS] for brief inspiration!

"I NEED TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU TONIGHT."

His words, although harnessing every ounce of sweetness that this simple world could offer, was slurred loudly through his wandering lips as they targetted the side of your neck. The reverberations of his drunken moans created a story of salaciousness that pressed to your skin, igniting a shiver of excitement that ran up your spine. He had a knack for setting your senses on high alert, the reaction your body had to just his touch alone was enough to send you into a longing daze of euphoric phenomena. What made matters more interesting was that Dylan knew exactly what he was doing; every word he spoke, pressure point he sucked, caress he dragged over your tingling skin. It was his way of expressing what he wanted, yearned for, and that he wasn't going to back down, not in the utmost slightest.

"No, you need to take your aspirin." Your retort managed to squeak past your faintly parted lips, arm jarring as it reached out to push back his heaving chest. The muscles that flexed below your prodding fingertips shook with soft laughter, Dylan finding hilarity in your attempt to pretend that you didn't need this as much as he did. He was too disoriented to remain upright before Dylan's body slipped back from your own, his head bouncing softly off the pillow as he settled down. Never once did his hooded eyes leave the slightly amused expression that contorted your features; lips pursed to perfectly complement the soft head shake you subconsciously offered. Your tongue clicked behind your teeth, gaze shying away from the deep reverence that featured within his golden hues. Even when inebriated, the man still looked at you as if you put all the stars in the sky.

"Dylan, I'm not joking."

The attempt at a serious tone slightly wavered before you watched his smile grow, one possessing great love and devotion as he settled back into the softness of the pillow. "You're going to wake up with a killer hangover, and I won't have you fucking whinging to me again about how bad the room is spinning-" Quickly, your voice began to die in your throat. Words dissipated at the feeling of breathlessness as if you'd momentarily forgotten how to exhale. Not that it was difficult to determine why, with simplicity in its finest form acting as the reason for your broken focus; his bottom lip tugged between teeth as Dylan felt his heart swell with adoration at your nurturing nature.

"Mmm, don' need that when I 'ave you with me, baby.." His voice was raspy, a deepened tone that encouraged a rosy blush to devour the complexion of your cheeks. The man could play you like a fiddle.

Dylan chuckled, his chest jumping before he dropped his hands flat against the mattress. It was slow as he pushed himself back to an upright position, your thoughts swarming with hopefulness that his mind had changed about taking the pain killers and calling it a night - alas, as you turned back from the pill bottle on the nightstand, you could feel the upturn of Dylan's nose graze against your cheekbone. Warm breath fanned down your neck as you were met with the scent of cheap beer and whisky, an odd combination that you were finding captivating the more he pressed into you. Dylan's fingers splayed over your waist as the other caressed down your cheek, loose strands of hair soon taking up vacancy behind your ear. His touch was soft as it trailed over patches of exposed skin; a story told through the tenderness he possessed so proudly, his growing smirk ghosting over your lips when he felt the spike of goosebumps he provoked.

You were breathing him in as if he were your lifeline, the feeling of your noses as they nuzzled so incredibly soft and close to one another enhancing the bittersweet incapability to find dependency away from his presence. He was a drug and you were intoxicated by the desperation he pulled from you; the neediness you developed for his protective hold around your frame and how his kisses encapsulated complete bliss and ecstasy. You were constantly drawn to the kindness that always reached his eyes and how he would, without a second thought, give up the world if it meant having you happy and safe by his side.

He wasn't going to kiss you - not like this, not when he could barely hold his head up without it falling against your forehead, or to the crook of your neck where he often took solitude. The man gulped harshly, his adam's apple bobbing when his nose traced an invisible line across your cheek. The desire to ravish you right there and then grew stronger, despite the inner conflict he faced about taking advantage when he was in such a drunken demeanor. He needed you close and he needed you more, but he couldn't.

Your hands had somehow found a home grasping at his shoulders before you slowly pulled them down to Dylan's chest, the erratic thumping of his heart dancing against your palm. You gingerly licked your lips, finally drawing in a deep breath as your mind lowered to an unalcoholic sobriety of its own. "Dyl, just drink your water and take the damn medicine, please. Don't make me mom you."

His chest jumbled with another small laugh, "Mom me, huh? All bossy-like? Mmm, that's hot, babe.. not a threat.."

Swiftly, your head fell back, eyes closing as they face the ceiling. You released a groan from the base of your throat, frustration taking ownership of the tone. He was impossible. "Why are you like this?" You said in exasperation, hands rubbing over his t-shirt before journeying to the man's wrists. Your fingers curled around them, a slight squeeze shown as a subconscious act of affection. Your head shook from a developing idea, the utilization of bribery being the last tactic you wanted to exercise but the childish man sitting across your bed didn't leave you much choice, regardless of just how much you loved him.

"Take the fucking medicine and I'll give you a blowjob."

Brown eyes immediately grew wide as if he was embedded with an alarm clock, an indicator of some sort that caught the man's attention when the uncharacteristic sentence fell from your lips. He had to blink twice, three times, to process whether he heard you correctly. He could determine your sincerity by the expecting quirk of your eyebrow and how your arms were now crossed over your chest, waves of solemnity pulling at every inch of your face and body. He was in disbelief that you were fucking serious.

"...Quick, babe, you have five seconds to make your choice." You continued after his verbal lack of communication. Your fingers were already beginning to dip past the waistband of his jeans, the muscles of his abdomen flexing against the delicate swirl of your gentle touch. "Five... four... three..."

"Yes - fuck, Y/N/N.. I'll do it, please.."

Can I have 💦☁️🤮 with Dylan. Obsessed with the idea of fake dating and your writing is amazing

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[ 💦 ] : sleeping together for the first time.

[ ☁️ ] : enemies to lovers.

[ 🤮 ] : fake dating.

FAKE NEWS [part 2 is here]

From the outside, your union with Dylan represented all contributing factors of a loving devoted relationship; public displays of affection paired with the joyous smiles of infatuation, longing gazes that covered from head to toe, and warm tender touches that danced wherever they could reach. A closed door spoke differently, however, when your backs were turned to the public eye and the close proximity you once shared instantly reverting to hateful strangers sleeping on different sides of the house. What nobody knew was that everything that seemed perfect about you and Dylan was utterly and completely fake.

It was meant to be good publicity for your further developing images in the Hollywood spotlight; your joint publicist deciding that it was best for your blossoming careers, and to raise more exposure for the new film you shared together. Overall, the idea was writhing with stupidity. To make all matters worse, you couldn't even remember why you and Dylan didn't get along; but it drove a knife through the centre of your phony relationship and only presented tense situations and hateful glares among yourselves. It would get to the point where you could go hours dodging each other around the house, words unspoken and eyes focused on whatever was preoccupying your hands at that moment. It was difficult to juggle your emotions, but neither of you made the move to fix whatever was broken between you both.

This is what led to Dylan perched on the edge of your shared couch, his eyes crinkling in confusion and frustration as they skimmed over ridiculous tabloid articles concerning the two of you. The brutal features from wannabe journalists and tryhard paparazzi were getting worse as each day dragged on, prompting the man to drag his large hard down his face, groaning loudly as he stood from his position and trudged his way toward your bedroom. His deep whisky hues remained oddly fascinated by the spreading lies coursing the internet - so much, that he ignored all common courtesy as he immediately opened your closed door with his eyes still glaring down at his phone. "You won't believe the bullshit that they're saying about us-" He started, brows knotted deeply and teeth gritted before he looked up to you. It was sudden when he froze, Dylan's words swallowed roughly by what he saw.

"Dylan, what the fuck are you doing? Get out!" You squealed, your body only clad in your hugging pair of underwear and bra before you rummaged for something to wrap around your exposed frame. His jaw still hung, all skills pertaining to how to speak now gone and replaced by small choked noises. With rolled eyes, you carefully walked toward him, your hand reaching out to grasp at his phone and tug it away from his suspended movements. "This better be good, otherwise I'm going to fucking kill you." You hissed, absentmindedly tugging the sheet around you tighter. You reluctantly scrolled through the variety of gossip featurettes; they varied from 'secret proposals' to 'Dylan at his last straw', even one detailing how you were both planning on getting matching tattoos, which was very much news to you. What stood out the most, however, got you seething almost instantly. You gasped loudly, "I'm WHAT? I am in no fucking way pregant. What the actual fucking fuck is this? Where do they get this from?!"

The shrieking tone of your exasperated voice broke Dylan from his daze, the mental image of your body still burnt in his mind but temporarily pushed aside. He shuffled to the side, head peering over your shoulder as he too read the article in disgust. "We can't do this shit anymore, seriously. It's screwing with our heads and our lives, and I'm so goddamn over it." Dylan's voice was deep, representing a low growl when his hands tugged harshly at the roots of his hair. You felt like puppets, dolls, playthings where you couldn't even direct the story of your own life. It was exhausting. "The sooner I can get out of this stupid house and away from whatever this-" He gestured between you both, his fingers lengthy as they pointed back and forth, "-is, the better."

"Oh, so you're just that desperate to get away from me?" You scoffed, your fractured relationship causing immediate misconception of his choice of wording. Your head fell into a soft shake as you pulled yourself away from Dylan, arms hugging yourself out of makeshift comfort. Dylan's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before his eyes squeezed shut, the inklings of a stress headache dancing behind his eyes. That's not what he meant, but you were just as stubborn as he was, which is what made him know that you most certainly wouldn't listen to reasoning. A defeated sigh dropped from his lips as his other hand reached out for your arm, fingers gently wrapping around the bend of your elbow. Dylan ignored your quiet protests before pulling you back to him, your body twisting until you were both standing chest to chest.

"I hate the idea of us fake dating, that's what I want to get away from." The usual amber warmth of his eyes grew dark in time with the increase of his heart rate, the fast pattern ricocheting against you. It was a very rare occasion for you to see Dylan with this level of seriousness that prompted you to fall silent, your own gaze widening as you looked up to the taller man. He clenched his jaw and bit at his bottom lip, gnawing at it from the inside before allowing both of his hands to sit over the structure of your shoulders. Dylan ducked down until he was at your eye level and sighed deeply, "I don't hate you either. Not as much as we're both making it out to be. You can be a pain in my ass, don't get me wrong, and you piss me off to no wit's end, but I don't hate you. Honestly, there's no one else that I'd rather go through all this shit with." Lips quirked upward when a small chuckle was released, his head once more falling into a soft shake. You wanted to return the sentiment but the way his eyes shamelessly flickered between your lips and eyes made you think otherwise.

"Well..." You started, your tongue poking out briefly to wet your lips, feet pushing you up onto the ends of your toes until you matched his height. A breathless whisper is what came next, the grip on your sheet becoming lost as you instead entangled your arms around Dylan's neck, "Promise not to hate me for this, then." You didn't leave any time for contemplation before your lips moulded against his, drawing the man into you until his large hands dragged down the side of your body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. They settled on your hips and you could feel the flexing of his fingers against your bare skin, making you shiver from growing anticipation. He kissed you back feverishly as he tilted his head and brushed the point of his nose against your cheek. You were desperate for air; inhaling every last offering of his breath after he prodded open your lips further with his tongue. You felt weightless - whether it was from your upcoming lack of oxygen or just the feeling he gave you, you weren't too sure, but it felt amazing regardless.

You only pulled back out of desperation when your forehead dropped to his, ragged panting between you both managing to breathe the silence of the room. It took you a moment to realise that your fingers were now threaded through his hair, the nails lightly scratching at Dylan's scalp and prompting gentle moans to sound into your ears. You could feel him stumbling, but unaware that the tightness of his jeans had increased, blood rushing to where it needed to be when he took another quick glance at your lack of clothing. He groaned internally. Dylan cleared his throat as he nuzzled his nose against yours, dragging the upturned tip once again over your cheek and settling under your ear, "I think we have a problem because I'm very turned on right now and I don't really want to stop kissing you. Or touching you."

You gasped lightly, the thought of his hands and lips travelling over every exposed inch of skin only making you shudder. Whatever form of 'hatred' that surrounded you both for so long was easily forgotten, possibly from the long-awaited admittance of emotions that had remained hidden for far too long. You rocked your head up and down, your swollen lips placing a small kiss along his predominant jawline, "Then touch me, and kiss me. And don't stop until I am screaming out your goddamn name."

Dylan's fingers danced along your shoulder blades and walked down the line of your spine until they reached the restriction of your bra. He kissed your shoulder once, and then another until he managed to unclasp the metal hooks. Before continuing, the man tilted his head back and caught your reciprocated drunk daze, the softness etched across your facial features leaving him utterly mesmerised. "You'll be screaming out more than that when I'm done with you, sweetheart."

I NEED A PRT2 TO FAKE DATING DYLAN PLEASE!!!!!!

I have gotten 3 requests for part two to [THIS] little blurb that I wrote. I couldn't say no.

Pairing : Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Warnings : smut, 18+ content, enemies to lovers cont.

Word count : a lot.

Notes : this one is for @theinternetisfulloftrash

FAKE NEWS PT. 2

Dylan's fingers danced along your shoulder blades and walked down the line of your spine until they reached the restriction of your bra. He kissed your shoulder once, and then another until he managed to unclasp the metal hooks. Before continuing, the man tilted his head back and caught your reciprocated drunk daze, the softness etched across your facial features leaving him utterly mesmerised. "You'll be screaming out more than that when I'm done with you, sweetheart."

You were breathless; drawn in by the minty fresh toothpaste he used this morning, by the warm brown colouring of his eyes, and most of all, the lustful hypnotising sound of his raspy voice. They were characteristics that you absentmindedly admired from afar, but the tension that held you both apart for so long was your largest obstacle. It was hard for you to admit aloud, though, that the leftover hatred that held your relationship together was the perfect spark to ignite the passionate moment you were inevitably going to have together. It was, really, a means to an end.

You were gazing up at Dylan, your own eyes wide as they looked over his glimmering amber hues. You didn't dare look away, you couldn't, not when the close angle you found yourself at allowed you to capture and memorise every small detail that made him who he was. Your thighs grazed one another when you lent up into him, the heat between them slowly building, a strangled moan pressing into the curve between his neck and shoulder. Your flat hands rubbed over his covered chest and you could feel the heavy thumping of his heart pulsate against your tender touch.

Dylan was overcome with mild nervousness - he was far from being a virgin, but the feeling of getting closer and intimate with you made the rapid pace of his heart skip a beat. His breath was shaky as it released, fingers slowly tugging down the straps of your bra until the thin lacey material gathered by your feet on the floor. You sighed in relief to be freed from the garment before your hands slid over his shoulders and entangled behind his neck once more. Your chest was pushed against Dylan's, the chafing of your now exposed and peaked nipples through his shirt provoked a deep growl to settle in his throat. Fingers tightly grasped your hips, the friction of his jeans now protruding into the inside of your thigh - telltale signs that the sex drive of the man before you was going into full throttle.

You bounced on the balls of your feet until your legs wrapped around his waist, head dropped almost immediately for you to join your lips together. He instantly pulled you flushed against his body and it wasn't long before Dylan walked you back toward the edge of your bed. You were clinging to him, lips still moving slowly, his taste easily becoming addictive. You were so enchanted by the array of sentiments Dylan was offering you that you gasped softly from shock when he dropped you onto the soft duvet, hair splaying across your pillows. He wasn't shy as his eyes dragged unhurried your frame, an impish smirk quirking between his cheeks when he eventually landed on your rubbing thighs.

Dylan's lips latched onto your neck before sucking and nipping over the small bits of skin between his teeth. His tongue became the bittersweet savior when it soothed over your beginning phases of bruising. You moaned, unable to keep it silent when he just made you feel that good. One hand held your chin gently to the side to allow him further access, whilst the other pried open your legs. He approached you cautiously as he tested your comfort, his thumb dragging down the wet slick already soaking through your underwear, catching your sensitive bud along the way. Your hips bucked involuntarily, bottom lip caught by your teeth, "Take them off." You spoke, hardly above a whisper but still strangled from the pleasure you were receiving.

Dylan moved the worshipping of his mouth over your collarbone, teeth grazing along the protruding structure with utter gentleness before continuing down the valley between your breasts. You couldn't see at that moment, but you were positive that a trail of small bruising marks are going to find a temporary home decorating your skin. He multi-tasked by tangling his fingers in the side of your underwear, tugging them with speed down your legs before they were discarded somewhere across the room. He was getting restless, impatient, and you relished in knowing that this desperation stemmed from you.

Dylan's thumb circled roughly against your clit, and after you sighed out a whimper, it proceeded to draw further down your slickness. You shuddered and Dylan groaned, "Fuck, seriously? I did this to you?" He queried, his ego-boosting significantly when you nodded and suspired a sound of agreement. He never considered that he was capable of arousing you so easily as his nose dragged down between your breasts and ribs, "If it's any consolation, I have a raging boner right now, and you did that to me, too. And now... I'm gonna have to fuck you crazy because... shit, Y/N... how can I not? Look at you."

You could feel the dark shade of lust haze over your eyes, your chest heaving as you pushed Dylan back with a hand flat over his heart. You followed until you both were sitting on your knees, the expression on his face shocked with anticipation of what was to come. "Then, we will need to take this off you, now." You demanded, already pushing the hem of his shirt up his torso until a chuckle pushed through his lips. When it was tossed to the end of the bed, his eyebrow cocked, daring you to continue.

It was agonisingly slow when your nails barely scratched down his newly exposed skin; tickling the patch of dark hair between his pecs, across the tightened muscles flexing over his abdomen, and only settling when you dipped a finger past the band of his grey jeans. Dylan's breath hitched. "And these... I want them gone. I want to see just how bad you want me, and then I want to taste you on my tongue." You sunk your teeth deep into your lip, already popping the button and pulling at the zipper that caged his throbbing member away. Dylan nearly choked on the spot before pushing himself off the bed, the denim disappearing quickly along with his boxer briefs. He took a deep breath when you beckoned him toward you with a curled pointer finger, his knees crawling along the duvet.

You reached out for his evidently hard erection and thumbed his precum over the swollen tip. Dylan trembled with his whole body before threading his fingers through your hair. He looked down at the exact moment you took him deep between your lips, glancing up at the man with doe-like eyes, your tongue flicking against the large vein on his underside. He threw his head back in absolute euphoria, "Fuck me... that's - shit, Y/N, you're incredible." He pushed your hair away from your face as a makeshift ponytail was held in his hand, wanting to watch you as you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks. Dylan's string of moans grew louder and more animalistic as you continued, only pulling back to draw a sharp intake of air. He eventually had to tug you away before lifting you to his lips, his tongue almost immediately prodding at your teeth for entry so that he could swipe over your own. He was growing desperate and you loved every second of it.

Dylan's hands returned to your waist, guiding you backward until you were laying down again. You were holding his cheeks and using it as leverage for you to explore every nook and crevice of his mouth, hearty moans becoming swallowed within the rugged exchange of your union. Your head fell back as his swollen girth jerked between your wet folds, Dylan obliviously grinding himself against you until he heard you release a small cry. Your eyes were squeezed closed and you couldn't wait any longer. Warm breath fanned down your neck, the puffiness of Dylan's lips grazing against your earlobe as he asked you for consent. You nodded with the little room you had, a hand of yours dragging down his back reassuringly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I want you, all of you." You whispered in return.

It was sudden, but it was rapturous when he guided himself into your entrance - the combination of groans from the pain of him pushing through your tightness, to the elated sounds of pleasure when he finally bottomed out was all that could be heard. You mildly circled your hips to adjust yourself as you grasped at his hands, pulling them from their gripping position on your waist to the mounds on your chest. He understood your silent plea before giving them a squeeze, his thumbs rolling each nipple between his fingers and alternating it between kneading your flesh. The blissful expression on your face altered him that you were ready for him to move, but only after he ducked his head down to pass his tongue over your sensitive peaks, taking them completely between his lips and paying close attention to what made you feel good. Another whine escaped you and his gruff voice spoke, "You might want to hang on to something, sweetheart, I can get a little wild."

He pulled out slowly but didn't give enough time for you to process his words before he slammed back into your core, your hips clashing from the force. You cried out, loudly, gripping the sheets below you with one hand as the other pulled at his hair. Dylan's movements were fast, and rough, and ruthless. It was obvious that he needed to get out the sexual frustration that was eating at him - and you weren't complaining one little bit. Dyan lifted one of your legs and hitched it over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to brush over that one special spot. You instantly screamed out his name, and he smirked. His driving force was powerful as it dragged you back and forth, every time his tip hit your back walls only forced incoherent sounds of gratification to scream past his ear. "Fuck, fuck... so good, please, just... fuck." You groaned, writhing underneath him and he could only grunt in response.

You could feel the red heat of friction gathering along your pelvis, and honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if it hurt like a bitch tomorrow morning. The hand in his hair fell to his shoulder, your nails leaving open scratches down his back as you clawed at him in unadulterated pleasure. He was hunched over your frame, lips returning to worshipping the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone, sometimes buried in your shoulder when he had to release an exuberant groan - eventually, turning borderline feral. His actions were so fast-paced that his girth fell from you, his panting strong as it fanned over the bruising marks on your skin. You took this an opportunity to turn yourself around, his body managing to barely lift up to allow you more room. You were on your stomach, ass perked in the air and shaking to get his attention.

He chuckled, breathless, before kissing down your spine and taking this break to bring back softness and relaxation. It was soothing, a nice contrast to being pounded mercilessly, and you only admired him more for looking after you. Dylan hummed with lack of breath, "You're not just incredible, you're perfect. And I'm a fucking idiot for not noticing earlier." His hands were gentle as they kneaded the flesh of your ass before a quick slap caused them to ricochet. You bucked your hips backward, biting harshly at your lip, voice barely audible as you begged him to do it again. He complied, a smack to the other cheek, and then he was back to kneading them amiably. He gave you two taps on your lower back to indicate that he was going to continue, hand jerking himself a few times to work his libido back up to full speed.

Your folds were still wet and tender when he welcomed himself back, the new position conjuring another round of moaning from both of your lips. You dropped your head to the pillow and grasped at the sheets beside your head, trying to meet Dylan's pace as you pushed back. You could feel tears begin to prick at your lash line when he continuously hit your g-spot. Your mouth fell ajar, voice nearly shrieking, "Dyl.. Dylan - fuck me, shit." It provoked an intense tingling sensation to gather at your clitoris and travel to your abdomen, the sprouting warmth beginning to feel like aching hedonism. You were close.

Dylan wasn't far behind when his thrusts became messy, the need to anchor himself leading the man to grip at your hair and carefully pull you toward him. Your back was arched and chest protruding forward, cries now scratching your throat. You unknowingly got louder when you neared the beginning of your awaited orgasm, only to be broken by the sensation of you falling, your body landing in a pit of salacious ecstasy. You were so enthralled by your climax that you didn't notice the tears finally breaking free, nor the utmost euphoric noise you liberated and echoed loudly around you. Dylan cooed, "That's my girl, such a good girl..." He continued to thrust, slower than he was before until your high was ridden out completely. Dylan seeing the effect he had on your explosive spasm drove him to his edge, grunting as he removed himself from your warmth. He yanked at his pulsating member, eyebrows furrowed immensely until his ejaculation adorned your back.

You gasped as his hot cum landed over your sweaty skin, needing to drop your body against your bed from the tiresome experience. Your face was buried once again in your pillow as you tried to settle your breathing, a small smile tugging at your lips when you felt Dylan drag a piece of material over your back. You tilted to the side, watching him clean you up. "Is that your shirt?" You asked, pushing yourself up from the mattress. He only nodded in reply and moved the dark grey t-shirt down to between your legs. You couldn't help the small tremble as he passed over your still sensitive nub, a tender pull of a smile gracing his facial features. When satisfied, Dylan balled the shirt and threw it out your bedroom door, a reminder for him to put it in the laundry later. You were glad when he didn't leave, instead collapsing next to you and laying on his side, his cheek propped up in his hand as he gazed over your flushed expression.

"That was hot, right? Like it's not just me thinking that it was the best sex ever, right?" He questioned, wanting to know desperately if you felt the spark as strongly as he did. His long fingers reached out to tuck stray hairs behind your ear before pushing back the matted locks against your sweaty forehead. You had never seen such a soft smile adorn his lips before, even when you were faking it for the world to see - this one was genuine, real, pure. It created a tingle in your stomach, representative of butterflies dancing their way to your beating heart.

You offered a smile of your own, teeth on show as you grinned widely. You looked down for a brief moment as a deep rose blush of bashfulness accompanied your afterglow complexion. "No, definitely not just you. It was amazing. You were amazing." Your reply was short and sweet, enough for Dylan to bite at his lip as his eyes sparkled with bliss. He searched for your spare hand and pulled it to his lips, gentle kisses covering each knuckle before one was planted on the back of your hand, finally followed by a long peck to your palm. He easily intertwined your fingers together and hell would freeze over before he let them go.

"Does this mean that you don't want to hit me with your car anymore?" He quizzed, taking the gentle opportunity to insert some part of his well-known joking side.

You giggled, "Maybe not today. But if you keep this up... then maybe not at all."

👼🏼 revealing a pregnancy with Dylan please love?

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[ 👼🏼 ] : revealing a pregnancy.

Teeth sunk down into your bottom lip, a sure way to maintain an overly excited squeal as you glanced at the positive pregnancy test in the palm of your hand. The thumping of your heart reverberated against the casing of your ribs, hands quivering, eyes slowly becoming hazy with a fresh glaze of tears. The butterflies fluttering in your chest was a sign of nervousness but you still couldn't tire the widened smile tugging at your lips. You were currently perched on the edge of your couch with anticipation, and you were sure that telling your boyfriend of your pregnancy would be just as exciting as finding out yourself. Everything will be perfect.

You flinched in the slightest as you heard the front door click, familiar heavy footsteps of your boyfriend's boots echoing down the hallway. He called out that he was home, but you couldn't reply - your voice potentially wavering, and you simply wouldn't ruin the surprise. Your fingers fell deep into the pocket of your jacket, the test slipping between the fabric before you managed to push yourself from the couch. It wasn't until you saw the bright glow of his brown eyes round the corner, that you knew, that you wanted your unborn child to share the same beautiful hue.

Dylan's face immediately softened when he saw your frame waiting for him, arms held out to encase around your body and pull you flush against his front. His head ducked down to pepper gentle kisses over your forehead, his lips trailing up into your hairline. You could feel him hum against your skin and the simplest of actions have never made you feel so loved. "Hey, sweetheart." He murmured, taking his time to give you a gentle squeeze, his body rocking you both momentarily side-to-side. Your arms snaked out from between you to wrap around his back, hands flat and rubbing over his spine. He sunk with contentedness. "How was your day?"

You didn't mean to, but your body stiffened. The excitement from the past hour creeping over your exposed skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. You wanted to tell him, so desperately, but the way he pulled away from you and presented a look of concern made your elation somewhat deflate. Your eyes grew wide when you realised that there was a misunderstanding. You bit your lip again, the corners of your mouth still able to quirk into a smile as one of your hands cupped his cheek. Your head shook, "I have something to show you. It's not bad, I promise. I'm just... I really need you to sit down for this." You spoke, finding hilarity in the way Dylan's own eyes scrunched in confusion before he obeyed your request.

Unable to resist, you perched yourself across his lap, legs hanging over his left leg as his right arm circled around your frame to support you. Close proximity like this is what got you in this situation in the first place, but his comfort was too tempting. He was still baffled by the odd occasion but still leant in as you placed a slow and tender kiss on his lips. They remained pursed as you pulled away, chasing your own set before lifting into a playful smirk. "What's got you so affectionate?" He wondered aloud, chin dropping to your shoulder, eyes trained on yours.

You grabbed his left hand and gave it a tight squeeze before uncurling his fingers, your own eyes making sure that he wouldn't look away from your joint gaze. He was so utterly mesmerising to look at, to the point where you nearly dropped the test before placing it in his hand, pushing his lengthy fingers back over it. Gentle kisses pressed to Dylan's forehead before he pulled back, his eyebrow once again cocked with playful scepticism before looking casually at the object in his grasp.

It was sudden when his face fell into absolute shock. He didn't expect to see the test in his hand, and better yet, he didn't expect to see two large red lines dawning the result screen. His mouth fell ajar and rapid breaths began to escape him, his brown eyes glazed with a set of tears which only opened the flood works of your own. His head shook but it couldn't delay the growing width of his grin as he flashed an expression of exhilaration. You could feel his body shaking and it reminded you of earlier when the adrenaline was running through every vein you owned. He finally looked into your eyes, droplets that had gathered on his lash line now rolling down his cheek, "Are you serious? Are we having a baby?"

You nodded, letting your tears also run free, not wanting them to stop if it meant staying in this beautiful moment with your boyfriend. You moved forward to lock your lips again, his sweetness mixed with the saltiness of your tears, the depth of your union increasing when tongues swiped across one another. Moans of pleasure so easily blended with groans of happiness and unspoken moments of love. You released his bottom lip as it slid out between your own, foreheads now joined together, breathing patchy and laboured.

You gulped before nuzzling your nose against his, "You're going to be an amazing father, Dylan."

When Dylan Proposes.... || Headcanon

Pairing : Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Warnings : nothing, just fluffy business

Notes : first actual headcanon - woohoo!

first of all, it would always run through his head how he would propose

on constant replay

so many people go out of their way to compose a HUGE celebratory ordeal

however, he always knew that he didn't want to go over the top

dylan realised a while ago that he wanted to marry you

but he never proposed because he didn't how HOW

he's had the ring hidden on the top shelf of the wardrobe

because you couldn't reach up there

it was hidden in between some sweaters - dylan was quite proud of the spot, in all honesty

you were cooking one night when he poked his head into the kitchen, body leaning against the doorway, arms crossed

you were too consumed to notice him there

because you were singing his favourite song...

dylan would play it all the time, on replay, non-stop

you'd heard it THAT many times that you learnt it off by heart absentmindedly

now it was your favourite too

his lips lifted when he saw you wearing your apron

it was a gift from his grandmother for christmas two years ago

it was the first gift she'd given you, after he would talk her ear off about how much you loved to cook and how good you were

it meant a lot that she gifted it to you, which is why you wear it everytime you cook, without fault

and dylan always smiled with the biggest of heart eyes

seeing you singing his song in that cliche' sloganed apron made him realise right there and then that his love for you is inevitable

you were everything to him, you were it for him

you fought and you both cried, but you always came back with the biggest smiles and hearty laughs

and the roller coaster that is life is a ride that he never wants to get off

if it means spending it forever with you

so he went to get the ring

it glistened when he opened the box, the light of your bedroom catching it just right

and he knew straight away it was perfect

both the ring and the moment

and you, of course

by the time he made it back to the kitchen, you started moving your hips

dancing a little

singing louder

evidently getting lost in the moment

and dylan could watch you forever

that's when he fell to one knee

his eyes remained on you, not even realising what he'd done

the small black velvet box was clasped between his shaky hands

he didn't know why he was nervous

he loved you

you loved him

he had been calling you wifey for at least two months now

so why. was. he. so. nervous??

but maybe... it was just excitement

knowing that he could hold you in his arms forever

he'd wake up with you by his side every morning for the rest of his life

he could kiss you whenever he wanted

most of all, he could be his true and utter self and you would never judge him

not even once

dylan's focus broke when you turned around and saw him there

you froze

but you did manage to let his name fall from your lips so softly

honey brown eyes looking up to you and just sparkling so sweetly

he sighed, laughing under his breath, "i don't even know where to start..."

reminiscing about when you met, how he noticed your big and beautiful eyes before anything else

how their colour quickly became his favourite, and still is

and then on your first date when he discovered your food allergy at the fancy restaurant he took you to

still to this day you're too embarrassed to go back there.....

he absolutely lit up when he explained the exact second he fell in love with you when he woke up with you clinging to his arm, face buried in his neck, and just how beautiful you looked

dylan began rambling though when he was telling you about how much he actually loved you, and everything he did love about oyu

by now your cheeks were decorated with rolling tears

of happiness, duh

and it's when the box opened, dylan's hands still shaky

an exemplary sized ring sitting in the centre

with a deep breath, he asked, "would you marry me?"

and with an equally as deep breath, you replied...

"over and over again"

which means yes, by the way

Hi can I do a Dylan o brien where the reader is sick so he looks after her ?? X

Not so Healthy || Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Words: 612

Warnings: swearing and cute dyl

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"Don't come near me." You warned, hand outstretched as your body shuffled back against the plush cushioning of the couch. You could barely see through the swollen puffiness under your eyes and the glaze of sickness causing everything in your sight to appear hazy; but you could see HIM, approaching you slowly. You huffed as you realized that you couldn't move back any further, your body stuck for an escape. A sudden thump of your headache behind your sinuses provoked your head to fall back and a loud groan push through your cracked lips. "I don't want you to get sick, Dylan, it fucking sucks."

You could hear him chuckle before his knees hit the hardwood floor beside the couch, his lengthy fingers splayed over your bicep as it rubbed reassuringly up and down your arm. Dylan dropped his chin to your stomach and peered up at you through his dark lashes, the honey swirls of his eyes instantly warming your insides as you peered down to him. He cooed softly, "Let me nurse you back to health, baby. I wanna help". His lips pushed into a soft pout, the fingers dancing along your arm now dragging over your neck and tracing your jawline. He knew that the delicate touches he gave you always managed to soothe whatever pain you were in, physically or emotionally - and you appreciated every second of it.

His cooing got louder as he crawled further up your body, his lips ghosting the curve between your neck and shoulder. You sighed in content at how such simple and dainty actions can minimize your pain, even in the slightest. Your sweet moment was ruined when a sudden sneeze shot through you, flying over Dylan's head before your hand flew up to cover any more from escaping. You groaned loudly before pushing his head down and away from yours, "No... no kisses, no cuddles. I'll be damned if you end up like this. You need to go sit over there..." You spoke sternly, your trembling finger pointing to the lone armchair across the room.

In response, he scoffed. Dylan pushed himself up with hands perched on either side of your body, an eyebrow cocked in a challenging manner. "And what if I don't want to? What if I want to kiss you? What if I don't care about getting sick, huh?" He bit his lip at your disapproving expression as he tried to hold in a chuckle at your added stubborness. "You need painkillers and water. I'll get you some soup, anything... but there's no way that I'm gonna let you suffer through this by yourself. Just let me help you. I'll even put on a sexy nurse costume, ya know, if that seals the deal..."

It was your turn to giggle like a little schoolgirl, head shaking and smile finally wide upon your lips. The image of your boyfriend dressed in a sexually provocative Halloween costume now burnt in the back of your mind and you silently thanked him for it with a squeeze of your hand over his. "We both know that that'd totally make me feel better. God, you'd look so hot..."

"Okay, calm down. Can't have you getting all aroused when you can barely stay awake right now." He quipped, squeezing your hand back. Dylan stood quickly and leant in to press a chaste kiss to your overly warm forehead, provoking a small frown when he pulled back again. "You definitely need meds. Then we'll cuddle and watch and movie and eat soup, alright? Maybe gazpacho." He gently pushed your hair back and grinned at your gracious expression.

"Thank you for being the best nurse."