DAY TWENTY

DAY TWENTY

TMR Thomas + hair pulling kink

[warnings - cunnilingus, pillowprincess!fem!sub!reader, softdom!thomas, hair pulling kink]

[word count - 1130]

[kinktober list]

It’s been a long, gruelling week for Thomas. Day after day consisted of endless running, mind-numbing map making, tasteless mush and sleepless nights. The Glade doesn’t really keep with the concept of the weekend, but Runners work off a four days on, three days off schedule (a guideline only created so pulled muscles and dehydration a chance to fade).

He hits the all but useless mattress of his and yours shared cabin with a resounding thump. His plan, as exciting as it sounds, is to chain himself to this God awful bed and not leave until Minho is pulling him to the maze, kicking and screaming. He is absolutely not leaving this bed. His eyes cannot even be forced open. Nothing can make him leave this-

“Tommy?”

Oh. Your light, dreamy voice drifts throughout the draughty shack of a house, gracing his ears like melted honey. It made him want to rise from the well-worn sheets and follow the sweet tone until he came into contact with your warm, malleable body.

“Baby,” he sits up against the creaking headboard, blinking owlishly as he watches you cross the threshold to your rickety cabin, pushing the door closed with a soft click and seemingly floating towards him. He props himself up against the headboard, hands outstretched and awaiting your body to fill them. You don’t leave him yearning for too long; situating yourself atop his muscled thighs and giving in to his possessive grip on your waist with an unflinchingly attractive grin.

“Missed you,” you all but purr, nudging your head under his chin in a vaguely feline motion that has Thomas letting out a breathy chuckle and surrendering himself to your whim. Your lips rest somewhere amongst the goosebumps littering the excitement warmed skin around his adams apple, “was- was with those smelly boys all day, ‘nd all I wannid’a do was run into that silly maze ‘nd get all your kissies,”

Thomas very nearly lets a whimper slip out at that. One would think, after being one of the only people responsible for the escape of all his friends (along with those he doesn’t like so much), he must want to release all the stress in his body; not have to take care of anyone else. In fact, the complete opposite is true - he absolutely adores being the only one able to cater to your every whim, not like those ‘smelly boys’. Having you pout up at him with those big, pleading eyes as you beg him to take care of you, give you what you need.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he frowns, shifting his chin so he can smooth a kiss to the crown of your head, “wish we could stay in bed all day,”

“What, so you can keep your mouth on me all day?” You tease, giving a playful nip to the empty canvas of his throat. It’s a hint - not a very sly one at that - and you roll your hips against his to give the ache between your thighs a short reprieve. He almost rolls his eyes, a sly smirk masking his cheeks and all of a sudden you’re squealing and his biceps are bulging and he’s slamming you down onto your back on the much too thin mattress.

“Right as always, my queen,” he admits, shuffling shamelessly down the bed until his shoulders nudge apart and the tip of his nose grazes against your clit through the thick denim of your stonewash jeans.

“Tommy,” you keen, raising your hips to meet the tiny spark of friction, “want you to make me cum,”

“F’course, babygirl,” he concedes, ever the sucker for your innocent pillow princess act, and grasps at your hip with one hand, blunt nails digging into your supple skin as his other cradles your head to soften the blow as he flips the two of you over. That small gesture makes you smile, reaching up to smooth a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey, hey,” you interrupt his ministrations, gripping his jaw to stop the tingling kisses he’s begun littering across your neck. He pulls back, a look of concern imprinting on his features, ready to distance himself from you, You’re quick to carry on, “I love you,”

His face goes soft again, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks. His head dips down to the joint between his neck and shoulder, leaving a sweet nip to the skin, “I love you too, pretty girl,”

Thomas makes quick work of stripping you down - well, it’s more that he shoves your shirt up above your tits and pulls down your sports bra enough for them to pop out, then unbuttons and drags down your jeans.

He isn’t shy when his tongue darts out to smear across your labia, gathering up all of the wetness accumulated over a long day of thinking about this moment. Thomas latches his lips around your chronically understimulated bud, sucking deeply and making you jolt in his hold, a surprised gasp flying past your sun-cracked lips. He doesn’t dare use his fingers yet, not until he’s lapped up all of your sweet juices. You can’t help but tremble under the lavishing of his tongue, hands shooting down to grasp at the roots of his hair, tugging him closer despite the overwhelming pleasure you’re already shaking from. Thomas let out a muffled grunt against your clit at the new sensation, pushing his tongue flat against your spit-slicked and allowing his teeth to scrape over your sensitive skin, collecting up all of your escaping juices.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against your pussy, sending firm vibrations through you. He leans into the tug on his hair, encouraging you to keep going, “feels so- feels- fuck,”

You almost laugh at the irony of his stammered words, as if he’s getting more pleasure out of this exchange than you are. The thought makes you shudder, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as you grind yourself against his tongue and pull harder on the tangles of his hair in the hopes that he lets out another precious moan against you.

“Tommy, Tommy, m’gonna cum- oh,” you sigh out, rutting against his fingers as they finally come into contact with your dripping core, sliding past you entrance and rubbing against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot he just knew would make your eyes roll back into your skull.. He doesn’t relent, thrusting his fingers at your g-spot until you crumble, screaming out your release and coating his fingers in a pearly white substance, not stopping until you shuffle back, whimpering from overstimulation.

“So,” he draws himself back, licking all of the excess slick from around his lips, arching forward as you go to pull your hands from his curls, “I think we’ve learned something today,”

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Never have I ever - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie​

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Words: 4,7k+

Warnings: underage drinking, spicy questions, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight begging, swearing, overstimulation

Requested by @moumouton4​​: I have a request It’s a Stiles x fem!reader and the pack are having a party and they are playing a drinking game where they ask each other questions and people who have already done the thing have to drink, but as the game progresses the questions get more sexual “Who did it in a car? Who did it in high school? ) and Stiles and Y/n drink every time but no one knows they are together, and the suspicious ones ask more and more direct questions to make them confess

AN: This was so much fun to write! AAAAAH. Also I was struggling with myself, because I didn’t know if I should make it smutty or not, so I decided to go with that. I really hope you like it! :) 

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“Okay, never have I ever cheated on a test,” Lydia said and waited for everyone’s reaction. 

“C’mon, Lydia. That’s boring,” Malia groaned as she leaned back into her chair. 

“Well, I have never. So I don’t have to drink,” Lydia said proudly and told you to hurry up with a single hand motion. 

You couldn’t help but sigh as you reached for your glass and lifted it in the air. “Well…”

Everyone else reached for their glasses as well and all took a sip. They definitely hadn’t imagined these questions when Kira suggested playing Never Have I Ever.

The party at Lydia’s was in full swing after Mason had once again shown up with half the school, and so you had looked for a "quiet” corner outside in front of the pool under the canopy. Even Liam and Mason, who were actually now almost responsible for the party, had joined you. And of course Mason was the first one who thought that Kira’s suggestion was perfect and had started directly with a statement. But if the questions would remain so normal, you were sure that soon everybody would be very drunk. Well, everyone for whom alcohol at least had an effect.

“Okay, okay, how about this? Never have I ever made out in the janitor’s closet,” Malia said and looked at Lydia. Because it was clear to everyone that this time, our strawberry blonde friend had to drink. Lydia just rolled her eyes and drank without saying a word. Stiles also reached for his glass, followed by Scott and Kira. 

“Who the fuck did you make out with in the janitor’s closet?” asked Scott Stiles, before looking at Malia, who shook her head.

“Um…,” Stiles stammered, trying to come up with a lie that his best friend wouldn’t notice. “This isn’t truth or dare.”

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Hey hey, when u have time, can u do a smut where Dylan chokes y/n from behind? And he tells her many dirty things like how she makes him feel and maybe MAYBE, only if u're comfortable with the idea, he makes her squ*rt? If u're not comfortable with that, leave it out of the question 😂😂❤️ thank u bby

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

18+: sexual situations, language, choking, (f) oral, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, (might have lost control a little????)

Your chest felt tight as your breath became more and more labored. The noises coming out of your were sounds you'd never heard yourself make before. Your fingers moved along the back of his head as you pulled him closer between your legs. The hairs of his buzzed hair felt soft against your hand.

Every time your nails scraped against his scalp a growl could be heard coming from Dylan, the vibrations making you moan louder as you felt them against your clit. His tongue moves against your clit before moving back down. You rose up on one elbow to look down and watch him. Dylan looked up towards you, keeping his mouth on your wet slit, keeping his gaze locked with yours. It only made you tighten around his fingers more with the intense look in his eyes. His usually honey-colored eyes were now dark with lust.

Your moans grew louder and that was a sign to Dylan that you were close. Your head fell back between your shoulders as you spoke incoherent sentences as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge. Dylan pulled back with keeping his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a pace that made your toes curl. Your head rolled forward slightly as he moved to hover over you slightly. You could see your arousal glistening on his lips.

"Fuck...baby," Dylan moans softly against your lips, his thumb moving to rub against your clit.

"Dylan...oh," You gasped

"I know, I know. Cum for me baby. Let me watch you fall apart for me."

Your legs began to tremble slightly as you felt your orgasm building and building. Dylan kept his eyes locked with yours, the intense feeling building, till it became too much. You nearly screamed his name as you came. Dylan continued to fuck you with his fingers as you came, bending down to kiss you deeply. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue as it thrust into your mouth. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly but teasing your clit. It causes little tremors to move through your body.

Dylan pulled back and smirked down towards you before bringing his fingers to your lips. Eagerly, you opened them, tasting yourself as you sucked. The tangy taste of yourself turned you on more as your tongue worked against his fingers. You visibly watched a darker look fall over Dylan's face as he watched you. As you pulled back slowly, his fingers leaving your lips with a soft pop, you made sure to keep your gaze on him.

"Get on your knees and put that perfect ass in the air," Dylan spoke with a slight growl to his tone.

A soft mewl left your lips as you moved quickly onto your knees. You spread your knees apart, pressing your ass back towards him, leaving you in full view of him. Dylan moved up behind you and bent down to give your pussy a few more licks as the need to taste you again came over him. His larger hands gripped your ass as his tongue worked against your slit. You jumped slightly before pressing your hips back against him. But just as it began to build up again, Dylan pulled away.

You gripped the sheets tightly beneath as you felt his tip rubbing against your, drawing it out even more.

"Please...please..." You began to softly beg the more he teased you.

Dylan smirked "So eager..."

The moment you felt Dylan thrust deep and hard inside of you, you screamed before moaning his name, drawing it out. Dylan curses low under his breath before fucking into you. The pace wasn't slow. He rutted into you with his hands gripped tightly at your waist.

"...oh fuck! Dylan...fuck, fuck, fuck..." You pushed up and looked back towards him over your shoulder. The slight of him fucking you was enough to nearly make you cum right there from the sight.

Dylan reached down and brought his hand around your throat, pulling you back against his chest. He slowed the pace slightly making you feel every inch of his cock as he thrust deep inside of you. He pressed his chest against your back with his hand still around your throat. You could hear every moan in your ear.

"...feel so good, baby...god, I love your pussy so much," Dylan grunted, "...so good...so good..."

Your hand reached up to grab his wrist of the hand around your throat, not to pull it away, but to feel him there. The slight pressure around your throat made you clench around him more. Every time Dylan filled you it was like your pussy was trying to pull him in deeper. It was driving him crazy and could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer. The erotic noise of his cock fucking into you filled the room and mixed with your moans and grunts.

"I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum," You gasped out as the tightness in your chest returned.

Dylan moves quick to press you back into the mattress, his chest still against your back. You felt every movement of his hips as he drove his cock deeper inside of you. Your skin seemed to erupt in goosebumps as your body shuddered beneath him. You were falling apart beneath him and Dylan had never seen a more perfect sight.

"That's it, baby...fucking take it...fucking take my cock." He whimpered in your ears before he snapped his hips forward. Dylan drove his cock deep inside of you as he filled your pussy. Knowing that he was cumming deep inside you triggered something else inside of you.

You screamed Dylan's name and buried your face into the sheets beneath you as your body began to shake more as you felt something snap. Dylan curse as he felt you squirt between the two of you, pulling back to look down and watch.

"Holy...fucking hell..." Dylan curse before thrusting in and out a few times before pulling out. You let out a soft whimper as you felt him pull out but didn't move. You felt weak and light at the same time. Never have you cum that hard, your legs still shaking and trembling slightly.

Dylan pushed one of your knees up towards your chest to open you up for him. The sight before him was enough to make his cock twitch. Seeing the wet spot beneath you as his cum dripped out of your swollen pussy.

That was something Dylan wanted committed to memory.

Stiles blurb with him and the reader having a little makeout session then Scott barges in and Scott looks like a proud parent 😭😭

“Easy…easy, Princess—”

“Stiles…come on—”

“Shh. You can be patient, can’t you?”

You lean back and catch his eye, offering a flat look. “Have you met me?”

He grins, chuckling under his breath as he smooths his palms up your spine while tugging you closer. “Touché.”

With that, his kisses return to your throat, teeth scraping down your feverish skin as your head drops back and your eyes fall closed.

You’ve never needed someone so badly. So urgently. So salaciously. He’s fucking everything. 

And he knows it.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmurs, nose judging under your jaw. “Not after all that begging you did earlier.”

You whimper despite yourself, fingers in his hair as he rolls your hips over his. 

“It was cute.” He nips at your chest. “Hearing you beg me to touch you. Watching you squirm in your seat. Put my hand between your thighs under the table. In the middle of the goddamn library, too. S’that how bad you needed me?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Your cheeks are already flushed, and your mind is hazy but Stiles doesn’t care. 

The sadistic prick.

“Does history turn you on? Is that it?” he teases, smirking when you whisper his name. “Had to drag me to the nurse's office just to fuck me? Is that it?”

“Stiles—”

“Say it,” he hisses, hand around the back of your neck as he squeezes, forcing your eyes on his. “Go on. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me how bad you fucking need me—”

“Stiles—”

“Stiles?”

The sound of a third voice brings your attention to the door, both of your eyes widening as you find Scott with his head peeking in from the hallway.

His eyebrow cocks up when he realizes what he’s walked into, blinking quickly as he mumbles, “Oh, my bad. Malia said you weren’t...feeling…well?”

Neither you nor Stiles move, somehow frozen as Scott’s mouth begins to turn up in a rather smug smirk. 

“But I see you’re feeling much better now,” he declares, nodding his chin at the two of you. “Carry on, Obi-Wan.”

And with that, he slips back into the hall and closes the door, leaving Stiles to groan as he drops his forehead onto your chest. “He gets the reference wrong every fucking time, I swear to God—”

“I thought you locked the door,” you laugh as you slip off his lap to do just that. “It’s like you want to get caught.”

He watches you suspiciously as you return to him, grabbing onto your hips as you straddle his waist. “Oh, I’m the one who wants to get caught, huh? When you were screaming so loud last time, half the station heard you.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you had to have me right then and there,” you argue. “I mean, your dad was a few hundred feet away—”

“Right, and we would have gotten away with it, if you hadn’t done exactly what I said not to do, and moaned—”

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” you suddenly whisper in a needy purr, dipping down to ghost your lips over his as your fingers drag through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. “Can never help it when it comes to you.”

And suddenly, he’s not so upset anymore, hands tugging at you until you both go crashing back against the small mattress.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your skirt. 

Your breath hitches.

“Then let’s make it two for two.”

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

No bc imagine you telling stiles you’re pregnant and he gets all sad and worried because he thinks you can’t have sex anymore, but you show him you very much can😏

the fact that his first worry was how he was going to spend the next nine months without touching because he was scared of harming the baby was hilarious. poor baby went on a whole rent as to why he'd need to spend a few days at his father's from time to time to cool off and just recenter himself before coming back to you or you'd end up pregnant again before you'd even given birth to the first one.

he was so worried, and you know stiles, you never get him to shut up when you debate him so you favored actions over words. you straddled the man and started to take off his pants. you're kissing his jaw and the man is still trying to get his point across hut it's difficult when your hormonal, pregnant wife just really wants to get fucked silly.

"h-hey... sunshine, sunshine listen to m- fuck you're not helping me focus here baby..."

"i don't want you to focus stiles, i want you to listen to me for once. i made my researches already and not only is it safe to have sex but it might be very good for me when i get close to my due date."

he's trying his best to focus but you've got your fingers wrapped around him and he's forgetting the whole point of the conversation when you start kissing his ear while stroking his length.

"s-safe you say ? you sure ? cause i really don't think... i don't think i'll do a good job restraining myself..."

he takes you both upstairs to your bedroom because with the way things are going, there's no way you can just get messy on the couch like that.

what he doesn't except is to have you legitimate jump his bone and take from him as if he'd been depriving you for days now. he ends up laying on the bed with no kind of will to act when you're sitting on his cock, bouncing on top of him and ripping the skin of his chest with everything you have.

he's seen you aroused and eager before but not to the point of feeling himself reach depth inside you that you've never reached before on your own. you always needed help to get off or to see have him press into your cervix but here, you don't need any of that. you're fucking yourself on him as if he was an inanimate doll, encasing him in your walls and keeping him so tight, he could only moans and squirm, incapable of pulling out.

"w-wait ! baby, fuck ! fuck, fuck, fuck... don't... don't you think it's too, fuck ! too deep ! what about... what about the baby ? w-we... we gotta be careful..."

he's saying all that but his hands and gripping your waist tightly, thumbs running over your soft belly and pressing the area where you showed him earlier, where your baby was supposed to be. the thought of the baby he put inside you was making him go completely against his own words. he couldn't stop himself, his hips moving on their own into you and driving deeper into your warm pussy.

"fuck, fuck, fuck ! stiles, more ! fuck, baby that's it ! k-keep going ! please baby please ! fuck me more ! i need more please !"

"g-god, sunshine... we gotta be careful... can't have you in pain because of me ! p-please, let's slow down..."

and you can hear the worry in his voice so you slow down, ignoring your own throbbing cunt, desperate for release. you slow down but it doesn't mean you stop, his arm wrapping around your waist while he slowly rolls his hip under you. he's slow and careful, but he's not gonna be satisfied with just that, you know it from the way he's staring at your body, already seeing all the changes you're gonna go through.

you grab push him to lay on the mattress again, you take ahold of his hands and place them on your stomach slowly riding him and picking up the pace. you lean down, changing angles and kissing his jaw tenderly. fuck, you were evil for that. he was melting under you, incapable of resisting your lips on his skin and definitely not when you were riding him like that.

"the baby will be fine... we're both going to be fine stiles... but now, you gotta focus on your wife... cause poor me, i just really need you baby... i need you to fuck me so stupid, just like you did to get me pregnant... please stiles, just wanna feel like i did back then... please baby..."

now, what choice does he have ? what else can he do as a husband other than please his poor desperate wife ? she'd been working so hard to satisfy herself when he was too busy ranting in worry and now he had to make it up to his sunshine.

"we'll be making a little more researches now. but for now, let's celebrate. i need to make it up to you, get my pretty girl satisfied."

more stiles blurbs??? last one was hot

A tense silence settles over the hallway as you look at the massacre and bloodshed, the ruby marks splattered across the wall, across your dress, and across Stiles’ face. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks are flushed, and his stained hands are balled into fists by his side. He’s done what he came to do. He’s managed the threat. He’s executed the entire council.

He looks at the damage he’s done as he regains control of his breathing pattern and once he manages to ground himself, he looks up and meets your eye.

You gaze at the face of the man you’ve grown to love these past few months. The face of a man who gave up sanity and freedom and his entire life just to be with you. The man who chose to crawl back into the labyrinth of the nogitsune just to keep you.

You step over the lifeless body at your feet, your heels clicking across the marble floor as you make your way for him. He watches you, still a bit lost in his own mind, but with each step you take, he becomes increasingly more aware of himself. Of you. Of why he’s here.

You take his face in your hands, thumb swiping a stray drop of blood from his lip. “How do you feel?” you whisper. You’re desperate to taste just a fraction of the ecstasy you’re sure is coursing through his veins. All that pain, all that agony, all that strife…you need it. More than you need air in your lungs.

His eyes flick between yours as he finds his voice. “So fucking good.”

You smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hands find your hips, tugging you into his body as your chest meets his. “Better than the last time.”

Your lashes flutter at the rough cadence of his voice. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs as he nudges his nose against yours. “S’fucking good, Angel. Promise you’ll like it.”

“I know,” you tell him within an instant, ready to find out. “I know, I can feel it.”

“Yeah?” His breathing is becoming sporadic, as is your own, both of you beginning to claw at the fancy outfits you’ve chosen for the evening in a desperate attempt to take. “This what you wanted?”

He pushes you back until you meet the wall, and you gasp at the contact as he begins to fist your dress in his large hand. 

This is what you wanted. It’s all you’ve wanted ever since he took you to the woods and introduced you to the Nemeton. Introduced you to the power. To Void. To the possibilities.

You’ve never seen a man more glorious. Never seen someone so comfortable in this type of light. This type of revenge. 

The Stiles you met back at the academy was quiet. Frustrated. Kept to himself and didn’t talk much about his past.

Spencer Reid had introduced you. Said Stiles needed a friend. A reminder that the future was louder than the past. 

You befriended the quiet, tortured boy. Figured out why he hid in the shadows. What he was trying to hide from.

He didn’t just let you in that night. He let the darkness in as well.

“We should…we should go,” you pant as he trails his open-mouthed and desperate kisses along your jaw. “They’ll be here soon, and you know Hotch won’t let this go—”

“Don’t fucking care,” he whispers, fingers slipping up the inside of your thighs as he kicks your feet apart. “Don’t care, Angel. Know you don’t, either.”

Your eyes roll back as he cups the back of your neck just to bite on your bottom lip. As he takes. “I care about keeping you safe—”

“M’safe right fucking here. Right here, with you.”

You whine when you feel him press the heel of his hand to your clit, rolling his wrist just to watch you squirm. “Stiles—”

“What?”

You gasp for air. “We have to go—”

“Not yet. Not until I get what I came for.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” he whispers, nose against your cheek as he slips his fingers inside. As he curls and beckons you toward what you want. What you both want. “You know the deal. Know it’s all for you—”

“Fuck.” Your head falls back against the wall with a thump. You’re not even sure how you’re still standing or why he’s so set on doing this now, but you suppose he’s right. A deal was made that day in the woods. A deal you can’t exactly opt out of and wouldn’t want to if you could. 

“If you wanna go so bad…” he murmurs as he drags his teeth along the outer shell of your ear. “…then I guess you better give me what I want.”

He wants to ruin you. See tears streaming down your face as you beg him for the power he wields. For the euphoria that comes from the dark kitsune spirit. For the touch that bends you, the touch that breaks you, the touch that belongs to nobody else but him.

The lifeless bodies on the floor, the blood painted across the walls, the strife he’s caused here…that’s only the tip of the iceberg. It’s only a fraction of what he feeds off of. 

What he truly needs to survive…is you.

You know this. You’ve always known this. And you adore it, truthfully. Adore the way your body, your pleasure, your pain is his destiny. Is the reason he exists. The way he spends each moment tortured by the thought of consuming you. 

It’s what drives him.

Like now. With all this chaos in the air (and on the floor), he can’t leave, he can’t move on until he gets what he really came for.

You.

And you’re not cruel. You’re not unfair. You’ll give him exactly what he wants, and you’ll do it gleefully.

He growls in the back of his throat when he feels you clench around his fingers. When he feels your nails scratch down his white shirt that’s stained crimson. When he feels you finally let yourself go.

And each kiss, each bite, each thrust is made for you. To own you, to have you, to ravish you. 

Stiles Stilinski is many things.

Focused has always been one of them.

You can hear the sirens in the distance. The fleet of vehicles as they surround the building and screech to a stop. The sounds of stomping boots and the cocking of guns as they yell their orders and positions.

They’ve come to take him away.

And while Spencer has always done a rather good job of giving you both a head start, you don’t imagine Stiles’ old boss will be pleased to see him at the center of this unjust crime.

So, just before they can swing the doors to the hotel lobby open, you give him what he wants. You gasp his name and fall into his arms as he carries you through the moment. As he whispers, “S’a good fucking girl,” over and over until you wilt into his chest in an attempt to catch your breath. 

And he seethes your name under his breath, the power you’ve just given him unlike any other. The rush of control and dominance almost enough to knock him off his feet. 

But you’re both out of time. You can hear the sound of Hotch’s voice as he leads his men toward the hallway you both currently reside in. 

And as Stiles leans back, ready to flee, you catch his eye. His smug smile rather victorious and so fucking pleased as he takes your hand and yanks you away from the wall.

You manage to slip through the emergency exit in seconds before you race down the steps, away from the mess you helped create and toward your getaway car.

Tonight, he got lucky. You both did. Perhaps next time, you won’t be able to say the same. 

But then again...you suppose you’ll just have to wait to find out.

I’m in a Stiles mood, sorry 😭

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs