Collision Course Coachella

Collision Course Coachella

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3

Day 2: Careeneing (Dylan POV)

Dylan woke up feeling a bit worse for wear, but by the time he’d fallen asleep in the soft bed of their vacation rental, he’d mostly sobered up, and hydrated himself enough that he didn’t feel like death when he finally peeled his eyelids open. He wasn’t free from the dull ache behind his eyes, or the dry mouth that had him smacking his tongue. Thirty was no joke, you can’t go ham without consequence. 

He promised himself he wasn’t going to sleep in too long—didn’t want to miss too much—but by the time he rolled out of his sheets and hauled his ass to the shower, it was already almost noon. He shuffled into the bathroom off his bedroom, adjusting the semi in his boxers before he stood in front of the large mirror over the long vanity and rubbed his knuckles into his eyes. He appraised himself, leaning in to see how bloodshot his eyes were, ran his hand over the pink flush of the slight sunburn he’d managed to get across his chest the day before. The consequences of his wardrobe choice brought a little smile to his face. 

Walking around the festival practically shirtless had been pretty freeing. He couldn’t lie. He was generally a bit more reserved, especially in public, but he’d grown a little tired of being on his best behaviour. He just wanted to have a good time. Bare chest in the California sunshine, a little to the left of sober, and nestled between thighs of a charming as hell stranger. 

He could hear the others in the common area of the shared suite laughing and chatting. 

Today was going to be a good time. Pre-drinks at the hotel, a few others were meeting them before they headed over to the festival grounds, but he needed to be a little more awake before he was ready to entertain guests or field any more questions about the night before. The guys badgered him a bit more than he liked on the walk back, but he pretty effectively deflected. The two of you had eventually met back up with the others. 

Dylan smiled as he turned on the faucet of the shower and let the water run until it warmed before he stepped in. Last night had been fucking wild. The whole day really, but it wasn’t like he frequently fucked women he’d only just met in bathroom stalls, so the event was kind of a stand-out. He supposed it was partly an extension of the letting go he’d been trying to engage more in. Just let go of some of the reservations that he’d always felt held him back from really enjoying the fuck out of life. And this girl? She was definitely something he’d enjoyed.   

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So... Listen, was this update meant to be fucking 15k words? NO. Absolutely not, but these two refused to be rushed? Who the hell am I to argue. Please let me know what you think! I shoot your feedback right into my muhfuhkin veins, dude. I live for it <3 Happy reading! -Trashy xoxo

Collision Course Coachella

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn in a One-Shot, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3

Day 3: Crashing (Reader POV)

The warmth of him behind you, that’s the first thing you registered as you emerged from your subconscious. He was pressed up against your back, his skin on yours. You could hear his soft breathing, the warmth of it washing over your shoulder. The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, but you could tell it was early, the beams still weak and shy. 

You drew in a long breath, stretching a bit as you did, but you didn’t want to disturb him. 

His arm was draped over your waist above the comforter, just below your ribs. His hand was relaxed, his fingers curled, his palm open toward you. The sunlight cast shadows across his forearm, and you couldn’t help tracing the line of the lean muscle that ran its length with the pad of your finger. 

He stirred at your touch, drawing in a long breath, rolling his body into you a bit and pulling you closer as he sighed it out across the back of your neck. After a brief squeeze, his arm around you went slack with sleep once again. 

You turned your head enough on the pillow to look back at him. He looked so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, his brow relaxed. You smiled, as you mapped out all the little nuances of his face. You counted the moles that peppered his cheek and forehead, the little scar on the side of his nose, the tiny creases next to his eyes that you could barely see in the dim light. You still couldn’t believe this man had you wrapped in his arms, couldn’t comprehend the last 48-hours were anything more than a fever dream. Maybe your first drink at the festival had been laced with some kind of new designer drug and you’d just been rolling ever since. Laying somewhere in that dusty field, leaning next to a trashcan, off your fucking ass. That seemed more realistic at this point. 

You turned back over and nestled into your pillow. His gentle breathing was relaxing and it lulled you into a state of partial consciousness. You began to meander through your memories of the night before. You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, the way his soft lips and tongue had felt on every inch of your body. He’d given you more than was reasonable to expect, and yet you craved him as though he’d only given you a taste. The sensation of him buried inside you lingered like the dull and nagging ache of a burn. You yearned for it.

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Alright. Now. It's done. No more Coachella nagging. HAHA! Seriously though, this was fun as HECK to write and I appreciate all the feedback and appreciation you have all shown this fic. It's not gone unnoticed. I value it so much. I hope you enjoy the last installment! Much Love! -Trashy xoxo

dylan o'brien x female reader [1.7k words ]

summary: dylan has a new role that involves a new haircut that has a particular effect on you.

warnings: adult themes + sexual situations.

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"Dylan? Babe?" You called out into the nearly silent New York Apartment.

You'd spent the day in the city while Dylan was shooting and rehearsing for most of the day. When you learned he would be shooting on the East Coast, you eagerly joined him - loving the city in the fall.

"Hey baby," You smile brightly at the dog, quickly picking him up and holding him tightly to your chest. "Where is daddy, huh?"

You gently scratched behind the dog's ears as you continued down the hallway. The bedroom was cracked open slightly allowing Dylan's voice to grow louder and louder as you neared the door. The last thing you were expecting was seeing your boyfriend standing shirtless in the middle of the bedroom with his hair freshly shaved. The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, as he carried on the conversation, and you felt your jaw drop.

You gently scratched behind the dog's ears as you continued down the hallway. The bedroom was cracked open slightly allowing Dylan's voice to grow louder and louder as you neared the door. The last thing you were expecting was seeing your boyfriend standing shirtless in the middle of the bedroom with his hair freshly shaved. The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, as he carried on the conversation, and you felt your jaw drop.

Along with the fresh fade, your boyfriend was also rocking two slits freshly cut into his right eyebrow. His facial hair was styled in a way you'd never seen before on him. On his last project he went through a drastic change, and for sure, you thought nothing was going to top Colin. It was safe to say that the blonde era drove you wild.

But this was something entirely different.

"...'ey man, I'll call you back later. My girl just got back." Dylan spoke, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at you. You slowly set Tony back down on the ground, as Dylan hung up the phone. "Sorry...didn't hear you come in."

The only sound you made was a small noise at the back of your throat.

"Have a good day?" Dylan walked closer to you, the smirk only spreading a little more.

Dylan knew exactly what was going through your mind with the look that was on your face. Your eyes were a little wide as you looked at him, and your breath was a little labored.

"Y-Yeah...mmhm..." Your eyes slowly scanned his body, before coming back to his dark eyes. "So...new look?"

"Yeah," Dylan reached up and rubbed his hand over his freshly buzzed hair, "Do you like it? Not much different, 'cept for the brow maybe."

"Are you kidding me? Fuck off," You rolled your eyes and walked around him.

Dylan's head fell back and laughed heartily as his eyes followed you around the room.

"Baby! Come on..."

"No! Nope..." You shook your head, "You knew exactly what this was going to do. Don't sit there with that damn smirk on your face."

You stood with your back to him, looking through the dresser for comfy clothes to lounge around the apartment in. But your mind wasn't focused on him, so you didn't realize him come up behind you. Not till his chest was pressed against your back with the warmth of his body enveloping you. Dylan bent down and nuzzled into your neck slightly, as his hands caressed and grabbed at your waist.

"Don't be like that...wanted to surprise you," Dylan spoke before placing a kiss on the curve of your neck.

You looked at him through the mirror and watched as his soft lips moved along the curve of your neck. Gently kissing and nipping at the skin. A soft mewl left your lips as your body reacted quickly, your hips moving back to press against him. You felt and watched as his fingers tightened at your hips - grinding with you.

"I-I..." You whimpered, trying to form a sentence but feeling your mind become fuzzy the more you were under his touch.

"You love it, baby girl?" Dylan asked, his eyes staring deeply into yours as the both of you stared into the mirror. The warmth of his hands caressed and moved along your body sending electricity through you. You pressed your thighs together tightly and tried to give yourself some relief. Dylan caught the movement, causing a deep chuckle to pass through his lips. "Seems you do."

"You look hot as hell, is that what you want me to say?" You spoke, your growing frustration clear in your tone.

Dylan moved quickly spinning you around to face him, his hand coming to grasp your throat. The darkened look that crossed over your boyfriend's face only caused you to moan as you felt your clit throb and pulse with your growing need. Dylan pressed his fingers a little tighter against the sides of your throat as he held you.

"You talking to me like that?" Dylan asked, cocking his brow slightly

You whimpered and shook your head slightly.

"Use your words," Dylan spoke, his voice deep and words steady.

"N-No, daddy."

"Good girl,"

Dylan smirked before bending down and early kissing you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him - a mix of mint, strawberry chapstick, and the soft taste of cigarettes. As Dylan's hand stayed on your throat as he kissed you, his other hand moved down your body. As he pulled away, you chased after his lips wanting more of him. Dylan's fingers worked quickly to undo your jeans before pushing them down your legs. He kept you pressed against the dresser while his hand moved between your legs. His fingers tease you through your underwear, before disappearing past the band.

You sucked in a sharp intake of breath as his fingers pressed against your clit. He started with a slow rhythm that caused your heart to race and make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Dylan moved back to kiss your neck as the erotic sound of his fingers against your wet slit began to fill the room.

"God....fuck, you're already so wet and needy for me," Dylan groaned "Such a needy little pussy."

Your eyes were hay and heavy-lidded as you looked up at him only moaning and whimpering as he slowly teased you. You moved your hips along with his hand needing more from him. Dylan pulled his hands from between your legs and brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them slowly.

"Bend over the bed, now," Dylan ordered

You gasped slightly and moved quickly over to the bed, bending over the end of the bed with your chest against the king-sized bed. From behind you, you heard Dylan shuffling around before feeling him come up behind you. His hand moved to grab your underwear before slowly pulling them down. His hand grasped your left thigh for a moment before bringing it up onto the bed, spreading you open for him more.

Dylan growled as he saw how wet and needy you were. Your pussy clenched around nothing as it ached for his cock. Dylan stood there and watched for a few moments his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself.

"Fuck," Dylan cursed low beneath his breath, before stepping forward, and rubbing the head of his cock against your slit.

Your hips moved back to him as you felt him. "Please...please, please..."

Dylan let out a breathy laugh before thrusting into you with one swift movement. You gasped loudly as you felt the stretch him. His hips were flush against yours. Dylan paused for a moment, needing to catch his breath, with the pulse of you wrapped around him nearly being too much. You felt like heaven wrapped around his cock.

You felt his breath heavy against your shoulder with his forehead pressed down against it. But as your hips began to move beneath him, Dylan grabbed your waist tightly and began to fuck you at a slow and steady pace. Dylan loved drawing out the small mewls, moans, and whimpers from you as he fucked you deep.

"Oh...fuck..." You sighed, reaching back for him and holding him tightly. "R-Right there...mmm,"

"That's it baby...fuckin' taking me so good..."

But Dylan couldn't take the slow pace for too long. His hips pulled back and snapped forward with a force that left you breathless. His cock hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over till your mind felt like it was blank. The only thing on your mind was his thick cock deep inside of you. The bed beneath you began to move and the headboard banged against the wall with a steady rhythm.

The room filled with the music of the two of you moaning out for the other and the sound of skin smacking against each other. The erotic noise turned you on even more. Your body tensed for a moment before shaking beneath him slightly. Dylan watched in amazement as he watched you cum and cry out for him.

He chanted your name over and over as a prayer, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Your pussy was pulling him in deeper with each thrust, begging for him to fill you. As your body calmed down, you felt Dylan pull out from between your legs, before guiding you to turn over onto your back. He moved you up to the bed more before moving back between your legs.

"Dylan," You whined, the ache and soreness of him being deep inside of you already growing.

"Shhh, shhh," Dylan bent down and kissed your lips softly, "Let daddy fill you, baby...."

Your nails dragged down along his back before moving to grip tightly to his ass. Dylan pressed his body tightly against yours as his thrusts became sloppier with each movement. You felt his pubes rubbing against your already sensitive clit causing you to cum around him again. Dylan grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, holding you down as he came.

Dylan kept his body pressed tightly against yours as the two of you slowly came down. Your fingers danced across his back with soft touches as you held him. After a few moments of silence, Dylan pulled back and smiled down at you with a lazy grin.

All you could do was roll your eyes, already knowing what he was thinking.

What A Scary King

Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.

Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).

A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)

There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.

That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.

In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.

Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.

The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.

You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.

“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”

He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.

You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.

He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.

“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.

You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.

You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.

“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.

You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.

“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.

“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.

A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.

Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.

You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”

You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.

“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”

You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.

For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.

Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.

Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.

Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.

“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”

“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“

“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”

Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.

You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.

“What about her evolution ?”

“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”

If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.

You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.

For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.

He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.

~

For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.

When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.

The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.

“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.

Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.

He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.

His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.

This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.

The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.

You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.

You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.

“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.

He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.

“What do you mean ?”

“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”

While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.

“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”

“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”

He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.

“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”

You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.

Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.

His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.

“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.

In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.

“Y-Yes…”

You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.

When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?

“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”

~

One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.

He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.

You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.

“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.

The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.

The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.

Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.

Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.

With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.

You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.

Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.

“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.

The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.

You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.

His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.

“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”

You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.

He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.

He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.

“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."

The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.

The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.

A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.

“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”

Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.

Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.

The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.

Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.

His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.

You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.

“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.

When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.

“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.

Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.

“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.

Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.

“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”

Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.

The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.

Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.

These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.

The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.

“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”

“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.

The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.

His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.

There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.

Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.

The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.

Fuck, you were killing him.

When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.

Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.

You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.

His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.

His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.

“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”

Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.

You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.

His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.

“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”

His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.

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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Could you write a Dylan fic where the reader is deep into subspace and Dylan is trying to get her out of it

Only if you’re comfortable with it

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

18+ for sexual situations

sometimes it takes a little longer for you to come out of the mindset you go into when with Dylan.

aftercare ft. Dylan

You gripped tightly to the sheets beneath you tightly as you felt your body shake and shutter. Sweat covered your body and it was slowly starting to make you feel cold.

From behind you, Dylan slowly kissed along your shoulder and neck, nipping on your skin, his hands moving along your body. Your breath was harsh and labored, trying to calm your body down. But it is like your mind was stuck.

A small whimper left your lips as you felt him pull out of you, leaving you to feel empty without him deep inside of you. How you ached and craved to have him inside of you all the time.

"Such a good girl," Dylan spoke in your ear, moving you to lay down on the bed, your body still shaking. "You did so well,"

"T-Thank you, s-sir." You swallowed thickly

Dylan looked down towards you with his eyebrows pulled tightly with concern, moving to kneel on the bed beside you. His larger hand caressed the side of your face, turning you to face him more. Your eyes blinking open. Your eyes were still glassed over and looking hazy as you stared back up towards him.

"Hey baby," Dylan spoke softly, rubbing his thumb along your cheek, "Come back to me. Gotta come down for me."

You moaned softly and closed your eyes again as you tried to focus on your breathing, it helped, but only a little. Dylan bent down and kissed your forehead before moving from the bed. He moved quickly to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub. Quickly it began to fill with warm water, even dropping some lavender oil inside.

Dylan walked back out to the bedroom to see you still lying on the bed, curled into yourself more, eyes closed. He gently moved to pick you up, pulling you against his chest, and carrying you towards the bathroom. You rested your head on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, finding comfort in his touch and scent.

"I've got you, baby," Dylan spoke before gently placing you down into the warm bath. He moved in behind you before starting to gently wash your body with a cloth.

Your knees were pulled up towards your chest as your head rested on top. It was like your body and mind slowly came down as you felt the warm water against your skin along with the lavender from the water.

Dylan wasn't sure how long the two of you sat there in the warm bath. But as time ticked by he could see your body calming and coming down.

"Thank you," You spoke softly. "Always take such good care of me."

"Always going to," Dylan spoke, bending down and kissing the top of your shoulder. "Took you a little longer this time."

"We were a little more intense this time," You playfully laughed

Dylan gently grabbed your arms and pulled you back towards him, with you resting back against his chest. His lips pressed against your temple gently, his hands moving down along your arms gently.

"Let's just say here and relax for a little longer ok?"

You rested your head back on his shoulder, taking a few calming breaths, as you relaxed into his arms.