here you go dylan

It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738

Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY

A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

listen to this


Originally posted by arkhamcutie


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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Jealousy - Smut

Originally posted by titsonafish100

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 1,952
AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.


Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.

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  • Dylan: [in front of a broken coffee maker] Who broke it?
  • Everyone: ...
  • Dylan: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Henley: ...
  • Henley: I did. I broke i-
  • Dylan: No, no you didn’t. Merritt?
  • Merritt: Don’t look at ME… look at Danny.
  • Danny: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Merritt: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Danny: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
  • Merritt: Suspicious.
  • Danny: No, it’s not!
  • Lula: If it matters, probably not, but Walter was the last one to use it…
  • Walter: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lula: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Walter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, LULA.
  • Henley: No, no, let’s not fight. I broke it, Dylan, let me pay for it.
  • Dylan: NO. Who broke it?
  • Danny: ...
  • Danny: Dylan? Jack's been awfully quiet-
  • Jack: REALLY.
  • Danny: Yeah, REALLY.
  • Jack: OH MY-
  • [later, as everyone’s fighting]
  • Dylan: I broke it. I got frustrated with everyone bickering and I punched it. [looks back at them fighting] Now they have to learn how to settle arguments on their own.
  • Dylan: ...
  • Dylan: Alma's going to kill me.
Dylan Larkin #5

Requested by Anon:  Hey! i’m not sure if I ever sent this request but can you do one where Dylan Larkin or Auston (I’m not picky)’s girlfriend is studying abroad for 4 months and how he is going to miss her and like lots of fluff haha I hope you had great holiday :)

*Thank you so much!! I picked Dylan, I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!! :)*

Word count: 945

Originally posted by yzermanwingedwheel

Dylan grabbed another bottle of sun screen and handed it to you with a knowing look, “in case you run out of those,” he said, looking around the room for something else to give you at the last minute.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand to stop him from fidgeting, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “you know they have sun screens there, right?” you chuckled, “Dyl, I’m not going to some remote island.”

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Old friends (Dylan)

Words: 1933

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Columbine

Request: Ok i hve a request! Can you make one after 4/20 where you were dylan’s gf and you’ve been so depressed after the massacre so one night while home you see dylan and he’s like i have one night to spend time with you and you guys talk & kiss & stuff SORRY THIS IS A MESS BUT LOVE U

A/N: AHHHH LOVE U TOO NONNIE ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG LMAO AND I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY BUT I TRIED TO GET YOUR REQUEST AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE


Half of the people who came over kept saying that it would be a quick recovery, the other half kept saying that she was bad for getting hung up over it.

“Oh he killed people! He killed your friends, how are you sad?”

“He’s a monster, why do you miss him? Are you crazy too?”

Internally, (Y/N) wanted to get over it, be able to stand up proudly and talk about who he really was, but every time his face came to her mind, she would choke on her breath, beginning to sob into her sweater again. She was angry at him, she was so mad, but not for the reasons she should have been. She was mad that he had left her all alone, with everybody upset with her for something she didn’t do. She was mad that he didn’t think to warn her, he didn’t have a way to tell her that things weren’t okay with him.

And then she was sad, sad that this was the end for him, that he wasn’t going to do all the stuff that he talked about. When he talked about it, he spoke with a dreamy sense, as if his future was going to be the most ethereal experience that anybody had ever experienced.

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Jealous Boys & Dressing Rooms

*Thanks for the request anon. I hope you like it!*

Pairing: Thomas-Brodie Sangster x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Oral (Girl on Boy), Daddy Kink (Kind of)

      I smiled and called Thomas as soon as I got to the set of the Death Cure. “Hey Baby” I felt my face heat up at his words. We’ve been together for one year and I still haven’t gotten used to him using pet names.

“Hey, umm I’m up front where do I go now?” I asked. “I’ll come get you, just stay there.” He sounded so eager it made me giggle. I mumbled a quick okay and hung up waiting for him. I stood there going through twitter. I was glad that the majority of his fans were very supportive of us. I barely got any hate. It wasn’t long before I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve probably freaked out and started punching everywhere but these arms are like no other.

“Miss me?” He whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine and made my knee’s go weak. “I always miss you” I said, smiling softly. He chuckled and spun me around so he could peck my lips. “I always miss you too baby now let’s go.” I giggled as he pulled me to the back where the rest of the guys were. “(Y/N)!!!!” I looked over and saw Kaya running over to me. “Oh I’ve missed you! Thomas and the rest of the guys get so annoying” A chorus of “Hey’s” Erupted from behind me and I laughed. “I don’t doubt you.” I said and Thomas came up behind me “You don’t think I’m annoying when my head’s in between your le-“I clamped my hand over his mouth and Kaya laughed. “I’ll leave you two alone” She said and ran over to Will and Ki Hong.

“Why are always so inappropriate?” I asked as he slid his arms around my waist. “How can I not be? Have you seen yourself? And this dress you’re wearing…. It’s doing things to me” I blushed and he hid his face in my neck leaving soft “innocent” kisses. I wish it could go further but we were at his job and there were at least a hundred people around. So I giggled and pushed him off me “Don’t you have scenes to film?” I asked raising and eyebrow. “The only thing I want to film is you” I threw my head back laughing. “You’re so cheesy, go back to work.” He groaned and pecked my lips before running back to the rest of the guys.

I was on my phone for like five minutes when I felt someone stand next to me. I looked up to see Dylan smiling down at me. “Oh hey Dyl, what’s up?” He smirked “Oh you know, just standing next to the most beautiful girl ever” I chuckled and blushed at his words. “Thomas is going to kill you… Literally” He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye I could see a very angry looking Thomas along with and amused Ki Hong. Dylan let his fingertips roam up and down my arm and I saw how red Thomas was getting. “Dylan, you know I’m with Thomas” He hummed in response. “Yeah well, what Thomas doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I was actually shocked. Did he really just say that? What the fuck? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice him leaning in. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!” To say he looked furious was an understatement. “Hey dude chill I was just messing aro- “Dylan didn’t get to finish because his mouth connected with Thomas’ fist. I’ve never seen him this upset before. I should’ve stopped Dylan earlier. Fuck.

“Thomas I’m- “I started but he cut me off “I don’t wanna hear it. Just go.” And with that he ran off to his dressing room. “(Y/N) …… He’s just upset” Kaya said. Will and Dexter took Dylan to get cleaned up. “I know I’m gonna go talk to him…” I murmured and walked towards his dressing room. I slowly opened the door to reveal a shirtless Thomas throwing things all over the place. I felt tears prick at my eyes. “Babe…” I whispered and his head snapped up towards me. “What the fuck are you doing here? Go help Dylan” Hate dripped from every word he spoke and I felt my heart breaking. His stare was cold but I decided to be bold and walk over to him. He didn’t say anything when I placed my hand on his shoulder. He just stared at me blankly. “You know I love you…… So why are you acting like this?” As soon as that left my mouth he snapped again and had me pinned against the wall in seconds. “Why do I act this way?! How can I not act this way when that bastard had his hands all over you!? And to make it even better you didn’t fucking do anything!” I flinched at his tone but he had every right. “How can I believe you love me, if you don’t stop shit like that from happening?” His voice cracked and it made my heart break even more. If that was possible. An idea popped into my head and I had to hide my smirk. He still had me pinned against the wall, His face so close to mine. I slowly moved my lips to his ears. “I’m sorry Daddy…. Let me show you how much I love you.” I smiled to myself when he started to relax. “You’ve been a bad girl.” He murmured looking at me. “And bad girls need to be punished. Knee’s. Now.” His voice was stern and hard but his eyes gave away every emotion he was feeling. I quickly dropped to my knees and he slid his jeans down along with his boxers. I suppressed a moan and took him into my hand pumping him slowly. He moaned softly and I moved faster. After a few moments of just using my hand on him I ran my tongue over his tip and he threw his head back. I took more of him in and started bobbing my head, using my hand to pump whatever couldn’t fit into my mouth. Low moans left his mouth as he watched me. I looked up at him innocently threw my eyelashes and he pulled me up. “Fuck…” He muttered before crashing his lips onto mine. There was nothing sweet and slow about what was happening. I was his and he was making sure I knew that. He pulled off my top when I slid down my jeans and underwear, leaving me in only my bra.

Thomas took a step back admiring my body before he went and sat on the couch. He pulled me down and positioned me so I was bent over his knee.  Without warning his hand connected with my ass. I bit down on my lip hard. “That one was for letting him touch you” He smoothed his hand over the redness before spanking it again, and again, and again. I moaned out loud. He was never like this and it was so hot. Once he was finished I sat up straddling him. “I need you…” I whimpered. He smirked and laid on the couch. “Ride me.” I positioned myself over him before slowly sliding down on him. I moaned loud as he entered me.

I started grinding on him slowing which cause made him close his eyes in pleasure. After a few seconds I started moving faster. His name left my lips in breathy moans. “Fuck (Y/N) Like that. Oh Fuck Yes.” A smirk formed on my lips and I began bouncing up and down. “Fuck…” He hissed and flipped us over. His lips found my neck and he kept thrusting into me hard. He sucked on any skin he found. There would be some very visible hickeys by the time we were done. “Can Dylan make you feel like this?” He asked thrusting into me deeper. I shook my head unable to form words. “Fucking answer me” He kept pounding into me and to make it worse he brought his thumb down to rob my clit.

“Answer me (Y/N) or I won’t let you come” I moaned out as he applied more pressure. “No! He can’t” Thomas smirked. “Who’s making you feel so good baby girl?” I felt it coming. Oh Fuck “You are!” I could tell he was close too, considering how sloppy his thrusts were getting “And who am I?” He asked again “Say it (Y/N) Say It” He thrusted into me again hitting my g-spot. Oh fuck All I saw was white and my back arched. “Oh Fuck Daddy! Only you make me feel like this!” I moaned out as I rode out my high. I heard him mutter “Fuck that was hot” Before he came inside of me.

Thomas literally collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily. “I love you… I’m sorry” I whispered raking my fingers through his hair. He smiled and place a soft kiss on my neck. “I love you too… I’ll try not to be so jealous next time.”  I giggled, “Or maybe I should make you jealous more often”

I ship it

Dylan O’Brian x reader

Summary: In your high school you have a great group of friends. And some of them ships you a lot with Dylan even if you told them that’s nothing gonna happen between the to of you, they still ships you.
Warnings: fluff,angst, swearing 
Words count: 3000.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I’m not the type of girl who has a lot of girl best friends. Of course I have female friends, Peggy and Mary but my best friend is Dylan. We are friends since the first year. I remember that he was my first friend in high school because I sat next to him and we just became good friends. Then best friends. Dylan and I do everything together, we are together in the school, after school, in the weekend and almost the whole summer break.

Even if Dylan is my best friend, sometimes I need some time with just the girls. And this is one of those moments. I have a sleepover at Peggy’s house just the three of us. I feel like that Peggy and Mary is hiding something from me, so I tried to figure it out.

Actually, it’s going for like a week now. They are just looking so mysterious, and they never told me what are they talking about. But I accept it and don’t ask them, but this night they decided to tell me.

“(Y/N) we know that you know, that we hiding something from you. And actually we just wanted to ask if you and Dylan…Umm…You know a thing?”

“Oh, no. We are just friends, nothing more, really. And you both know that Dylan has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, we know Lizzie, and she is an asshole, especially with you. This is why I ship you two.” Peggy said and she looked at Mary. She agreed with her, then both of them looked back at me.”We have to make them a couple.”Peggy said. I waited a few moments to see if they are just joking or they serious, but when I realized they don’t joking at all, I burst out of laughter.

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Dylan Strome - Rest (Requested)

Originally posted by smolsnakeking

A/N: Here you go fams! love you all and hope you enjoy this :) remember to take care of yourself when studying!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 757

Request: @crxsschecked : Hey there! Could I request one with Stromer where the reader is studying animal sciences and one day dyl comes home from practice and he just sees her with books, notes and papers scattered around her while she’s literally smacking her head into a microbiology book as if it would actually absorb info into her brain (personal experience right there ya see) so he decides that she needs a break


“Please tell me you at least took a nap on the couch because I know for sure you didn’t come to bed last night,has” Dylan said as he came into the kitchen. He kissed you on the top of the head before going into the fridge to start preparing his breakfast. 

“I don’t remember” you mumbled as you looked at the books spread out in front of you. The pictures and words had started blurring a couple hours ago but you were desperate and had to study. Dylan didn’t say anything but instead placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of you with a plate of toast and some cut fruit. 

“Try and take a break today okay? I’ll be back from practice in a couple of hours” he said as he got ready to leave, giving you a quick kiss on the way out. 

What was only a couple hours felt like days as you tried to cram more information into your brain. Microbiology was a class you had to take to get your degree but you really wished it didn’t exist. You were in the middle of smacking your head repeatedly into your textbook when Dylan walked in, back from practice. 

“Okay enough,” he said and pulled your chair away from the table. He then went and put your books in a pile and took them with him upstairs. 

“Dyl where are you going with those? I need to study!” you yelled as you chased after him. 

“No enough studying, you’re not studying anymore you’re just stressing out. You need a break; you need to sleep.” He said and put the books on the highest shelf in your closet and one of only place in the house you couldn’t reach.

“Dyl this isn’t funny” you said as you crossed your arms in front of him “give me back my books,” you said trying to look stern. 

“First were going to sit down and have lunch together, then were going to watch a movie where you can choose to nap if you would like and the later, and only later I’ll let you start studying again” he said and mimicked your stance, his arms crossed in front of him. 

“Fine” you pouted to which Dylan smiled. 

“What do you want for lunch? And don’t be a baby and say you’re not hungry cause you barely ate your breakfast and you must be hungry” he said as you guys walked into the kitchen. 

“Mac and cheese please,” you said as you sat up on the kitchen counter and watched Dylan get to work.

He cut up some different vegetables and put the plate next to you “here have some brain food” he said and put a piece of cucumber in his mouth with a grin. 

“Thanks,” you said and took a bite out of a carrot. 

Once your lunch was ready you guys headed for the couch where you both sat down and Dylan passed you the converter so you could choose a movie. You settled on playing a couple of episode of The Office instead. Dylan had been right, you were starving, and quickly finished your bowl. You were about to get up to get a snack when Dyl passed you the rest of his bowl, you smiled before taking it and polishing it off. You brought both bowls back into the kitchen and when you got back to the couch Dylan had moved and brought a blanket with him. He motioned for you to lay down with your head in his lap and he threw the blanket over you. 

“Thank you for taking care of me” you yawned “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Live in those books and never eat anything but Swedish berries” he laughed and started to run his hand thorough your hair. The feeling was so soothing that soon enough you were falling asleep. Dylan let you sleep and when it got late he carried you upstairs to your bed. You slept through the night and woke up refreshed and ready to hit the books again. When you rolled over Dylan wasn’t there so you grabbed one of his hoodies from the closet and followed the scent of fresh coffee to the kitchen. Dylan was sitting at the kitchen table with his breakfast in front of him, your books already spread out and a fresh cup of coffee waiting for you at your spot.

“Ready for a pop quiz?” he grinned and held up your cue cards.

#4 Dylan Larkin

Could you do a Dylan Larkin one when it’s just the reader sitting in his bed while he gets ready for a game? Y'know and it’s just fluff?

Warnings: short

okay my feature wall is blue bc i failed with the whole concept of feature wall so its like a light blue that blends in with the rest of the room smh i am a flawed individual

Song suggestion: Cape cod kwassa kwassa by vampire weekend

Originally posted by karlssquist

“I told you that shirt looked good.” you stated, watching your boyfriend moving around the bedroom as he prepared to leave for the game tonight.

“Well seeing as you were the one who picked it, I would hope so.” he chuckled, doing up the last couple of buttons as he watched you walk over to trace a scratch on his cheekbone.

“You know I’m actually starting to warm up to it. Guess I won’t be too mad if it does scar after all.”

“Oh really now?” he mused with a smirk.

You hummed. “Adds character.” you informed him, placing a kiss to his lips before moving to flop down on the bed, making him laugh.

“Did I not have enough character before?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You pouted at him, knowing his was teasing. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m sure I don’t.” he replied with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you gently. “Which tie?” he questioned, straightening up and grabbing an assortment of ties, holding each of them up to his shirt collar.

“Well, the blue one .” you retorted with a roll of your eyes.

He rolled his eyes as well. “Well, which blue one?” he replied, doing his best to imitate you. You shot him a glare and he laughed.

“You gotta colour coordinate, babe.” you explained.

“Can you not have a feature tie?” he replied, raising his eyebrow with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes again. “Not the stupid feature wall again.” you whined, standing up from the bed to pluck the tie from his hand. “No you cannot have a feature tie, that’s not a thing.”

You guys had been planning on repainting for a while now but Dylan totally did not get the whole feature wall concept. You swear you’d spent more time explaining than picking out colours.

You could feel Dylan watching you as you did up his tie for him. Finally looking up when you finished, and he lit up with a grin kissing you gently. “Thank you, my love.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, making him grin even wider as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to kiss you agin, still grinning happily.

“You’re gonna be late.” you told him in between kisses. He hummed un response but continued with what he was doing. “Dylan.” you protested, pulling away. He pouted at you.

“Can we finish this later?” he whined.

You smirked. “Depends on if you win, no?”

“Cheeky.” he told you, moving across the room to collect his suit jacket. 

“And you know it.” you replied. “I’ll see you after the game, okay?” you told him, cupping his face and kissing him quickly.

“Will I?” he mused. “or is that only after a win too?”

you rolled your eyes. “Get outta here, you.”

ruiner.

based on a concept thing from @dylrictrash and it’s a lil nsfw idk :-) it’s all good here

It was hot. Really fucking hot. The sun shone down through Dylan’s blackout curtains, warming his room to the extent that he felt like he was going to melt. The air conditioning was as high as it could go, blasting through the vents in his house, begging and trying to calm the heat.

Dylan sat in his room, hunched over a cold soda can, a fan in front of him. He wore gym shorts hung low on his waist, and even those felt restricting and uncomfortable in such blistering weather. Eric was coming over later, and he knew that wouldn’t help the heat at all. Eric’s breath on his neck, the way Eric got too close, the way Eric was just-Eric.

Dylan thought it would be a good idea to shower, the cold spray washing away the sweat that clung to his body. He felt better after, cooler and calmer. His skin wasn’t such a vivid shade of red anymore, and his hair wasn’t matted down to his head with sweat.

Once he got dressed, he grabbed another soda from his mini-fridge, plopped down in the same spot in front of the fan, and sighed.

“Dylan?” Eric said, about a couple hours later. “You here?”

Dylan stood up, going to open the door.
“Hey, Eric. Sorry, I’m out of it today. Fucking hot.” Eric blinked, trying to figure out what he meant, and opening his mouth when he realized he was talking about the weather.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, for sure. Can I come in?” Dylan opened his bedroom door wider, Eric sliding past him, the fabric of Eric’s t-shirt rubbing against his bare skin.
“Do you want a soda?” Dylan asked.
“Sounds good, Coke?” Eric said in response, Dylan nodding and bending down to grab him one.

The high temperature of Dylan’s room caused Eric to begin sweating profusely, to the point where he got so uncomfortable he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it in the corner. The sun had gone down, but it was humid and heavy outside, all of Dylan’s windows opened so you could feel the thick air flowing in.

“Do you want to listen to an album or something? I just got the new KMFDM in the mail, it’s fantastic.” Dylan looked at Eric, placing a sweating Coke can down next to him.

“Totally. Hey, do you have work tomorrow?” Dylan shook his head in response, delicately placing the CD in the player, turning the volume down slightly, knowing his parents were asleep. Eric and Dylan were both standing up, taking periodic sips of soda, bopping their heads to the music and smiling at each other.

“Die, scum! Fucking die!” Eric shrieked, two hours later, earning a clap on the back from Dylan.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, “my parents are asleep!” Eric grinned nervously, proceeding the finish his video game, shooting a green zombie in the face.

“I’m fucking tired, Reb. Sleep?” He nodded, turning off Dylan’s computer, running a hand through his buzzed blonde hair. Dylan stripped his gym shorts from his legs, the sweat sticking his skin and the fabric together, and climbed into his bed. The white sheets were cold and smelled clean, and Dylan sighed into his pillow.

Eric pulled his khaki shorts off of his legs, left in his boxers, just like Dylan. He laid down next to Dylan, breathing hard and warm against his back.

“Eric? Can you like-fucking not breathe down the back of my neck?” Dylan asked, his usual polite voice having an agitated twinge to it.

“Fuck, yeah, sorry,” Eric apologized, “didn’t realize. Sorry.” Eric scooted away from Dylan, the sheets sticking to his legs and rubbing against his arms in a way that made him want to fucking explode.

It was miserable trying to sleep. Dylan laid awake in pain, the pain of Eric sleeping next to him in nothing but a pair of flimsy fucking boxers, the pain of the blistering heat, the pain of wanting to kiss his best fucking friend until his lips bled.

Eric laid awake as well, his mind plagued with thoughts of Dylan, sweat slicking his skin, back arched, throats exposed, mouth open, underneath him. It was absolute torture for both of them.

“Dyl?” Eric asked. “You awake?” He saw Dylan’s silhouette nod, and turn around to face him.

“I feel like I’m on fire,” he answered. Eric smiled in agreement, scooting back closer to Dylan. “Fuck Colorado, and it’s cold ass winters and hot ass summers!” Eric whisper-yelled, making Dylan giggle and bump his nose against Eric’s. This caused him to laugh more, his breath coming out on Eric’s face, minty and cool.

Eric couldn’t stand it. This boy was less than a centimeter away from his face, smiling and laughing in the cutest way possible, looking like an angel. He finally brought Dylan’s face closer to his, their noses next to each other, and Eric muttered into Dylan’s mouth.

“Is this okay?” Dylan nodded viciously, and Eric connected the gap between their lips. It was open mouthed, messy, and god, it made everything in the room seem ten times hotter than it already was. Eric moaned into it, climbing on top of Dylan, his thighs on either side of Dylan’s legs.

Eric made his way down Dylan’s body, moving down his neck and torso, leaving a wake of purple and red behind him. He reached the prominent v-lines in Dylan’s hips, and began sucking and kissing and nipping at them. Dylan whined, his hips bucking off of the bed.

“Fuck,” Eric mouthed into Dylan’s skin. “You look so good, V. So good.” Dylan’s eyes closed tightly at the praise, his back arching when Eric sucked another mark into his hips.

Needless to say what followed was much hotter than the weather that night.

Dylan Confessing

“You’re so lame!”

“Cool than you though.”

“In your dreams dweeb”

You looked into Dylan’s joyful eyes and couldn’t contain your laughter. Dylan was in your living room goofing around and lipsyncing to the Spice Girls. He somehow manage to know a few words while most of the time he was just moving his lips and making fun faces. His dancing was terrible.

These were always the best times, even as children it was just a small tradition to have lipsync battles or just goof around in the living room. You remember when you both were little you would force your parents to watch you guys dance and goof around and tell you who won.

You looked at the tall skinny guy and saw only the beauty he possessed. He looked at you with his blue eyes and smiled. You got up from your seat and changed the song to the most cheesy song ever. “My heart will go on” Dylan was about to sit down but you grabbed his hand.

“C'mon we are doing a duet.”

“Oh I see you don’t want to lose”

“You’re gonna lose that prom date if I don’t teach you how to dance even alittle.”

“What?”

You saw the confusion in his face and only laughed. Prom wasn’t till next year but you couldn’t find any other reason to get him to dance with you. You guided his hands to where they needed to be. His face was bright red and you could only smile. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes and just laughed at how nervous he was getting.

“Why are you so nervous Dyl? It’s just me.”

“Yea. But you are very uh..close to me”

“Oh c'mon nerd. Some people have their bodies touch, you are barely touching my hip.”

You laugh after you spoke when you notice his cheeks deepen into a bright red.

“It’s just different y/n”

You pulled his hand off you and stopped dancing.

“What’s wrong Dyl. You were just goofing off and laughing like 5 seconds ago.”

“Y/n”

“C'mon spit it out nerd”

“Dancing with you isn’t the same as when we were children. Feelings change and mine’s for you have changed alot.”

“What do you mean”

“I can’t dance with you because you make me nervous and I fumble around you. You mean more than a friend to me.”

You could help but laugh because of how serious he was getting and how well it went with the song. He gave a blank expression and you realized he must have thought you were making fun of him. You deicided if we has actually trying to confess than it was worth a shot.

You pulled him into a kiss and felt how his lips went from tense to just following your lead. You couldn’t help from smiling mid kiss. You managed to kiss him right at the climax of the song and you also got to finally kiss him.

He smiled back and kissed you again. This time pulling you towards him. You both stood like for a short while till you heard the door knob turn.

“Hey guys. What’s going on in here?”

“ uh…you know. The.. Same old.”